The secret of immortality

The secret of immortality
( The first drop of the rain fall down that small tiny drop reach the ground and with the ash of the sand combine and only then my son life will begin but it never last always end but not ….not else the ink drops fall like the rain fall before only this time the tiny drop will fall from you hand to draw your word and you words grow to be Sentences ….sentences that tell the story of your life that story stay and never die to live between the thin paper to write with your soul and you soul stay in what your love ones say and sing so nothing matter nothing at all not even what happened to you as long as your letters and words are her between the birth we take and our heart beat ).

The grandfather say the last part and look away his mind was stray but his words was laying down in his grandson head and grandson wanted more so he ask with joy : tell me grandpa tell me more and the grandfather responded with smile and say I already say a lot I need you to sleep there is a big day ahead of us we will go tomorrow to the great temple and I am not going anywhere I will stay with you all night long don’t be scare.

As the grandfather hold his hand and walk on the stone dreadful pass as the great temple on the highest hill and the gate of the temple become more clear the more they get clear and the gate strike fear on the grandson heart as he see the falling skeletons falling from the sky in the red river that never end but make him more scare is when his grandfather left his hand.

The grandfather see the fear in his eye tell his grandson don’t be afraid I will be back just wait with the rest of the family inside so he go in but the temple priest make them set on Strang way the older set on the back and younger on the front and stone table in front of each one of the priests put the papers and the father but no ink to write and grandson rush and hold the father like his grandfather teach him he cant wait to write with his grandfather again and he keep looking around looking for a sign that his grandfather will come .

And higher priest walk in with black cloak full with white letters that could mean a million thing but the grandson try to get up to reach his grand father but the priest next of him make him stop and give him pole of black hard ink and the higher priest begin to read to them (The first drop of the rain fall down) and the family write what he say and the are crying and the tear falling in the paper combining with the ink but the grandson say: that my grandpa words maybe the priest is one who told my grandpa this word
And the priest keeps on what he was reading (that small tiny drop reach the ground and with the ash of the sand combine and only then my son ) and the grandson scream : that my grandpa words grandpa grandpa where are you they are stealing your words try to take your soul oh grandpa grandpa cant you hear.

The priest try to stop grandson stay quit he say but the grandson run and break free out through the door the higher priest come in and screaming with his heart as hard as he can looking for him but what he saw nothing else but living hell as he see the head of his grandfather laying on a book and no bone or flash to see and the other priests around the head grind the bone in what is hot and boiled .

And what he saw stay and never for once foregate even now and he is laying down in same place his grandfather once been and the higher priest ask what do you want to write with your ink with your blood and forever stay with the one you love?
The grandson who become grandfather smile and tell him write like my grandfather once tell me and like I told my grandson the same

( The first drop of the rain fall down that small tiny drop reach the ground and with the ash of the sand combine and only then my son life will begin but it never last always end but not ….not else the ink drops fall like the rain fall before only this time the tiny drop will fall from you hand to draw your word and you words grow to be Sentences ….sentences that tell the story of your life that story stay and never die to live between the thin paper to write with your soul and you soul stay in what your love ones say and sing so nothing matter nothing at all not even what happened to you as long as your letters and words are her between the birth we take and our heart beat )

and he keep on saying this word until his body left but in this book lived his soul
THE END