Lessons

For the flight back home we’re being escorted by two royal birds to protect us. As soon as we’re far enough they turn around bidding us farewell.

I land the plane as it begins to turn dark. Once again we light a fire as we talk.

“I did not expect the King to be short!” says Ralf laughing. “He’s only just taller than Merry!”

“Don’t be rude,” says Glenn.

“You know I’m right though! Right, Foster?”

I just stare at the fire thinking, “Me King?”

“Hey,” says Ralf, breaking me out of my trance. “You alright?”

“Ya,” I said standing up. “Just thinking too hard. I’ll be in the plane if you guys need me.”

I walk off and jump inside the plane.

As I stare at the stars, I begin to think to myself. Thinking about the King. Thinking about the heroes. Thinking about Merry.

I hear someone lightly knock on the plane.

“Who is it?” I said.

No response.

I peek out saying, “Okay this isn’t funny.”

I look down to see two sparkling eyes staring back at me.