Champion

They had been walking through the forest for more than an hour but still they had not reached their destination. They had been told that, if they walked for about three miles towards north-east, they would reach the fort in an hour or so.

They had read about the fort that was built in eleventh century and were keen to explore it. This would be the tenth historical fort that they would be exploring.

They had met no one on the way.

“I hope we have not lost our way?” asked one who was a little bald.

“I’m not sure…but we didn’t meet anyone on the way…isn’t that surprising,” replied his companion.

Suddenly a man appeared before them and asked, “Looking for the Fort? You are almost there. Come on, I will show you the way.”

They felt something unusual about him and hesitated.

“What? You think I am a ghost……some unholy spirit?” he asked and laughed.

They stood tongue-tied.

“Everyone here calls me Champion,” the man said and, without waiting for their response, he started walking.

They followed him. He was walking briskly and humming a song. The boys liked the tune. Their nervousness faded away.

“Why do they call you Champion?” asked the bald fellow.

“Because I won an Olympic medal.” They had reached the fort. The massive wooden door was closed.

“Which game…. which year?” the bald person felt that he was an interesting person.

“Chariot race…. and the year…. I think it was 400BC.”

The man stared at the wooden door and it opened with a loud screeching sound.

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A post for A to Z April Challenge

Today’s letter C

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