Deep within the unknown parts of the Pennsylvania woods, his boots trudged through the forest with a shovel dragging in his right hand and a large wooden crux made of scraps of broken wood and topped with rusted barbed wire, heavily weighed over his left shoulder.
The drizzle had now become a downpour, soaking him to the bone. He followed the deep tracks leading to the final resting place of the man he once tried to cure 27 years ago, unsuccessfully, and had to lay to rest.
He stood over the nameless grave that nature had taken over and hidden from the world. With the memories of his past weighing heavy on his mind, he felt a growing urgency to set things right.
“Nevermore will there be a time people don't remember me and nevermore there will be a stray sheep, because they will all see the truth once they are in the flock.”
The words echoed in his thoughts as he knelt down and dug a hole deep enough to erect the cross.
He used his flannel shirt to wipe away the rain from his face. He began to spiral the barbed wire from the top to the bottom of the crux.
Once he placed the last line of the wire he broke off the end piece and used it to serrated himself, cutting deeply into his palm. With determination and a sense of atonement, he recited an incantation,
”Raven red at hell's door
Through the depths your wings soar
I call upon you this full moon night
To exit light and restore this life
I ask of you to Take the blood from my hand
And return the restless soul of this man
For one final fight to make things right
And give purpose for his god forsaken life”
A sizzling web of lightning crawled through the sky, illuminated the forest, turning it from night into day and immediately after the deafening thunder clap that echoed through the woods, the rain finally ceased. The full moon's light burned through the clouds above.
Finally, he could turn back the sands of time and relive the greatest rivalry to prove that he was always the savior of the people.
Bubbles built up on the surface of the mud as the ground quake, until final a hand from the bowels of Never-Never Land struck though the surface ready to confront the man of the that had haunted him in hell for decades.