NIKODEM: PART I
The Farmer's Fable
A peasant boy. That was all Miron Wienczyskaw was and for the most part, he only imagined himself to later becoming a peasant man. He lived on a farm near the forest, the large, expansive forest. Living a secluded life, had had never been allowed to wander far from home. The farthest he could remember going was the grocery that was about two miles away. His father was named Jerzy Jerzy was a little darker-skinned that Miron, and he was shorter too. Miron was very tall compared to his dad. The years of working on his farm had made his physique quit enviable - he was definitely strong. His mother had died giving birth to him years ago. He had never known her, and his father was never too adamant on talking about it. On most days, Miron had went out onto the fields and strolled around, looking for things he could do. If he couldn't find anything - and he usually could, he would wander off the farm and walk on the outskirts of the forest.
Sometimes Miron would ask his father what was beyond the forest. And one thing Miron noticed was that other than talking about his mother, the one other thing that Jerzy couldn't stand talking about was what lay beyond the forest. "Nothin' but more trees and animals. I'm telling you my boy, there is nothing worth seeing there," he would usually say. But of course, this never quenched Miron's curiosity. He had sometimes heard hooves from deep into the forest and to him it only sounded like one horse. He had only recently started hearing the sounds of a horse. Miron that that beyond the forest there must be some awful secret which his father wanted to hide from him. He wasn't sure if he should have been grateful or angry, because whenever he did walk inside the forest, his father would almost always know and then beat him.
But soon, that was all going to change. Because really, there was a secret to the north. There was a secret in that farm, in that family, that had been hidden since Miron had been brought to Jerzy. And one rainy afternoon, there came a stranger from the forest. he rode upon a strong horse, with a flowingm ane. He woer a shirt of chain mail and by his side hung a curved scimatar. He was most definitely a warrior, albeit an old one. His hair was white, long and wrapped into a pony tail. His beard was short and trimmed, but it too was white. He was light-skinned, just like Miron was. When Jerzy alas greeted him, he was happy until he could get a clear look at his face. Jerzy's eyes lit-up. He put his head down, as if he was deep in thought. Then, it looked like had realized whatever he was trying to remember. "What do you want, old man?" asked Jerzy. The old warrior replied, "You know why I am here, farmer. Something has happened in Warsaw, something... unexpected. But there is a very good reason I'm here." Jerzy's expression waned a bit, and for the first time ever, Miron actually felt as if Jerzy was afraid. The old man looked at Miron and said, "I've come for Nikodem."
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