BEGINNING OF THE END

‘Come on Denny! It’s not much further!’

Climbing over rocks and tree roots.

‘That’s what you said ten minutes ago! How many more, ‘not much furthers’ am I going to have to hear before we actually reach wherever it is that you are taking me?’

Claude laughed, ‘Seriously, it’s right over here.’

Denny looked up from the ground to see Claude pointing down towards something at the bottom of the hill. He picked up his footing and quickly reached the top of the hill where Claude was standing, pointing down.

‘I told you it wasn’t much further.’ Denny chuckled, as he punched Claude’s arm jokingly, before heading down the hill.

‘Race you down!’ Denny yelled behind him as he had already started running.

‘That’s not fair, you got a head start!’ Claude yelled back as he headed after him down the hill. Trying not to let his footing get the best of him, skipping over tree roots and dodging big rocks that could send him flying. He finally reached the entrance where Denny was waiting for him, breathing hard and smiling as Claude knelt beside him.

‘I think I’m getting faster.’ Denny said as he clasped his hands together and placed them on top of his head. Claude smiles.

‘Yeah, you would say that cheater.’ Both boys now had their hands on their knees as they patiently waited to catch their breath. Denny was the first to say something.

‘So, how deep does it go?’

Claude shook his head, ‘not sure, I haven’t gone in myself.’ Denny whips his head around to look at Claude.

‘What the hell did you bring me out here for if you have not even gone in yourself?’

Claude’s face turned a shade of red as he stared at the ground, not saying a word. Seeing how embarrassed Claude was, Denny didn’t say anything more. Instead, he started looking into the cave.

‘Did you bring any flashlights or anything?’

Claude knelt as he took the backpack off that he had with him. He grabbed a couple of flashlights out.

‘Here!’

Claude handed Denny a flashlight, ‘I also have a few extra batteries just in case they don’t work. I didn’t exactly check before leaving the house, I didn’t want Ma to see…’

Denny flicked the switch on the flashlight, the light flickered as it turned on. Denny smacked the flashlight against his hand, trying to correct the lighting. Finally, the light beamed into the cave, casting a bright glow off the cave walls.

‘How far do you think it goes?’ Claude asked as he squinted his eyes, desperately trying to see anything besides the light on the wall in the cave, Denny shook his head.

‘Not sure, but it would be cool to find something!’

Claude stopped dead in his tracks. Shortly after Denny stopped walking, no longer hearing his brother’s footsteps next to him. He turned and shined his flashlight on Claude’s face. He looked distraught as the light shone on his face. There was a quiver to his lips as Claude spoke.

‘What do you mean … find something?’

Denny could hear the frightened tone in Claude’s voice as he spoke. Denny smiled.

‘Don’t worry scaredy - cat, I don’t mean nothing bad by it. I’m talkin’ like loot, like buried treasure!’

The colour in Claude’s face returned as he thought of a chest with gold coins, rubies, and emeralds as big as his head, waiting for them at the end of the cave.

A few moments go by, and Denny was the one to stop dead in his tracks. ‘Claude,’ he whispered to his brother. ‘Do you hear that?’ Claude stopped, listening intently. A moment or two goes by before he finally hears it.

‘Is that water?’

The boys continued to walk, the cave walls curving to the left. As they walked, the sound of the water got louder. As the cave walls straightened, there was a bright light at the end of the cave. The boys looked at each other, clicking their flashlights off and putting them in the backpack. Denny finishing zipping the backpack up.

‘Ready to redeem yourself little brother?’

Claude looked at Denny as his brother smiled deviously at him. Denny had gotten into a lunge stance, his fingertips gently against the loose dirt on the ground. Claude smiled doing the same. Claude spoke like a sports caster.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen we have a rematch against Two Brothers! Which one will come out the winner on the other side? Will it be Denny? The older, know it all? Or Claude, the handsome, smartest…’ Denny punched Claude in his right arm.

‘Will you shut up before I fist you....’

Claude laughed as he rubbed his arm where his brother hit him... Denny then started counting out loud.

‘1...2...2.…3.… GO!’ Both boys push off their front leg and start running as fast as they could. Claude’s backpack was bouncing all over, swinging up and down as each leg pushed off the ground. Breathing hard, the wind in their face, both boys reached the end of the cave, Claude finishing first this time.

‘Got you … this… time.’ Claude said, gasping for air with each breath, Denny chuckled but didn’t say anything back to his brother. Instead, he looked over to the beautiful waterfall pouring into a pool of water below. There was an opening above the top of the waterfall where some small birds were flying in and out and around vines that dangled, they both jumped in the pool with just their boxers on.

They did cannon balls, splashed water at each other, spit water into the air and floated on their backs. As the boys waded around in the water, Denny looked around the cave, the walls were damp with moisture, birds were flapping their wings, flying into the cave and back out through the hole above. As Denny spun around in the water, his eyes caught something. There was something off about a spot in the wall of the cave. There was a stone door.

Now it wasn’t an actual door, but multiple stones stacked on top of each other shaping to a stone door. Moss and vines grew around the stones and through it. ‘What’s that?’ Denny asked as he nodded in the direction of the stone door. Claude turned to look in the direction his older brother was looking.

Denny swam to the edge, grabbing a handful of moss, pulling himself out of the water. He then walked over and stared at the wall of the cave with the ‘Stone Door’. As he looked at every stone and vine. There was writing bordering the stone door.

‘What kind of writing is that?’ Denny asked as he touched the stones, gliding his hand through the dangling vines and over the moss - covered stones. Claude shrugged his shoulders.

‘Who knows, but I’ll grab Ma’s camera tomorrow, take some pictures and maybe see if Pa might know.’ Claude then turned around and jumped back into the pool of water.

Denny stood still, staring in a daze at the stones, his fingers clenched around a handful of moss.

Whispers were running through his head, calling to him. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the voices, to make out what they were saying. Suddenly, Denny was startled by his brother.

‘Hey!’

Denny turned around to see Claude jump off a rock from the top of the waterfall. Through the hole in the cave screaming ‘YAHOOOO!’ before plunging into the water below. Denny walked back over to where Claude was surfacing, but not before taking another look back at the stones, then jumping into the water with his brother.

The boys swam all day, splashing water, playing games, pretending to be pirates, and laughing at each other’s jokes. The sun rays beaming through the hole in the cave gradually moved along the wall as the sun started to set.

‘We should probably head back to the house, it’s getting dark and mother will worry if we are out past dark,’ Claude stated as he gathered up his clothes, put them on and swung the backpack over his right shoulder and then left. Denny climbed out of the water, got dressed, walked over to Claude, grabbing a flashlight from his hand. They headed back into the darkness and out of the cave.

Denny kicked a rock towards Claude, Claude kicked the rock further ahead, each boy taking turns as they kicked the rock talking.

‘I thought I could hear something when we were in the cave, near the stones.’ Denny said, looking over to Claude as he watched him kick a rock again.

‘I don’t know how, I could barely hear you half the time with the waterfall.’

Denny didn’t say anything more about the cave or the whispers. Walking up the steps to the front porch, their dad was sitting in his rocking chair, smoking his tobacco pipe.

‘Better get inside and wash up or your Mama will pitch a fit.’

He puffed on his pipe some more as the boys quickened their pace into the house, down the hall and into the bathroom.

Their mother set the table as they finished washing up, then heading into the kitchen to help set the table for dinner.

Setting down their plates, dished up with soft, fluffy mashed potatoes, smothered with chicken gravy. Deep fried chicken and sweet corn on the cob, mom always spent most of her day baking the best things of all, her dinner rolls, They filled the house with a sweet savoury smell with dinner. Claude was the first to grab a roll and break it open.

The crisp of the crust crackled as he broke open the roll. Steam poured out as he exposed the fluffy inside and lathered it with butter. The room was filling with fresh bread aroma as they all sat and ate.

‘So, what did you boys do today?’ Their mother asked with a curious look in her eye. Both boys looked at each other, and in one look, a silent agreement was reached that they would not say anything to their parents about the cave. Claude was the one to answer their mother.

‘We went over to the creek and was searching for bullfrogs.’ Their mother gave both the boys a very angry look.

‘You boys’ best not be blowing up them frogs again, so help me!’

She took a sip of wine waiting for one of them to reply.

‘We were catching them for school, if we get enough for our class, we can dissect them.’ Denny said, with a mouthful of mashed potatoes, gravy dripping down his chin. Their mother shook her head, not convinced of their story.

‘Well, I didn’t like that you boys were out so late, so next time I want you boys’ home before nightfall.’ Both boys groaned, their mother looked at their father, giving him that look he knows so well.

‘Do as your mother says boys; Hearing the stern tone in his voice, the boys knew that what their father says, goes. As they all ate, they continued talking about their day while gradually finishing dinner. The boys helped their mother clear the table as their father went back on the porch, loading his tobacco pipe. After they finished clearing the table they went to their shared room and got ready for bed. As they were changing into their pyjamas they talked about the cave.

‘What time do you want to get up and head back to the cave?’ Claude asked as he finished buttoning up his cowboy pyjamas.

‘As soon as we get up,’ Denny said as he jumped into bed, throwing the covers over himself. He watched Claude climb up the ladder and lay down in the bunk above him.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll wake you if I get up before you do, but you have to do the same for me too, alright?’

‘Deal, good night, Denny.’

‘Goodnight Claude.’

"For we do not know what Beasts the night dreams when its hours grow too long for even God to be awake!"

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