Temple: A New Journey Begins
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Voices murmuring caused the ex-mercenary to stir.
"Enough, with the whispering. Can't a guy gets some sleep."
That was enough to snap Kermit awake. His memory came flooding back from his searching in the tunnels below the temple. He opened his eyes to find himself in a room that certainly was not one of the Lowery guest rooms. Two figures dressed in iridescent robes could be seen near the door. One turned toward the other and said something and the second man left.
"Where am I?" Kermit questioned.
"All your questions will be answered," the man stated. The second man returned carrying a tray laden with food and drink. "Please, eat something. You must be famished."
Kermit's stomach at that moment gave out a very noisy growl.
"Yeah, thanks," Kermit slowly rose, and at that moment realized he was no longer dressed in the same clothes he had on earlier. Dizziness almost caused him to lay back down, but he did not want his two "captures" knowing his condition, not certain if he was their prisoner or their guest. "Where are my clothes?"
"They are being cleaned and pressed."
That was answer enough except for one other question. Kermit was about to ask again where he was, when one of the two monks responded.
"All your questions will be answered when he arrives."
"When who arrives?" Kermit asked. The two men had not told him very much other than the status of his clothes.
"When I arrive."
A third figure entered, pulling the hood away and exposing the face.
Kermit's eyes widened as he saw the person's face. "It can't be." He slowly rose from the platform and approached the figure standing in front of him. The hair was longer, and more gray streaks could be seen in its tresses. The face though had not seemed to age. Kermit reached up tentatively; afraid if he touched the person they would suddenly disappear. As his fingers touched the fabric of the robe and finally the solid body underneath, Kermit pulled the figure into a tight embrace. "Peter." The word came out as a whisper, his voice nearly cracking with emotion. Kermit held his long lost friend at arms-length, and stared into the beloved face. "I thought you were dead. How is it that you're alive? My god, Peter, it's been ten years."
"I'm sorry, Kermit. I should have tried to communicate with you."
"No kidding," anger and disbelief were now setting in as Kermit realized who else lost out on ten years. "What about KC? He thinks your dead, too. What about Paul? Why Peter, why didn't you try to communicate?"
"I owe you an explanation, I know," Peter stated. "I think though before I give you one, you should get dressed and finish your breakfast."
"To hell with breakfast, kid. I want to know what happened. And after you tell me, you owe your own son an explanation as well."
"You can't tell KC I'm alive."
"Just tell me why," Kermit insisted.
"Okay, but you're not going to like it."
Continues with Part 33
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