Epilogue

A few weeks later they young warrior awoke and made his bed. He danced with Betty the broom. Looked at the old spell book on the mantle over the fireplace. And thoughtfully remembered his teacher as he saw the old wizards staff leaning up against the side of the doorway.

He picked up the old stick respectfully. And walked out the door. Outside he took a deep breath and started walking on the path toward town listening to the birds sing and feeling the gentle breeze and the sunlight on his face.

He looked up closed his eyes and suddenly a single raindrop fell from the cloudless sky and landed right in the center of his forehead. He smiled knowing it was a sign from the old wizard. The raindrop fell onto his palm as he looked at it remembering his friend, the old wizards lesson. He gently made a fist, stared at it thoughtfully for a moment, then looked up again and smiled once more and he could swear he could hear the old wizard whistling.

The end.