Agnes Rock

ved to be folklores, everyone believed it except few. On a sunny day, in the deep forest a cry was heard. A man named Anapheus and his wife Mary was going around picking up wil

e inscribed on the golden ankle chain. Years later.. Young Agnes stood at the bottom of a big waterfall. “Agnes!!!” Mary called out. “Yes ma.” “How many times have I told you not to stand there. It’s dangerous out there. You hear me?” Mary cautioned. “Ok mummy. I’m just curious.” “Curious? About what?” Mary touched his hair with her eyes full of doting love. Ever since Agnes came into their lives, things had been going well, even it’s very rare for their livestock to fall sick, she had also been able to conceive which was a big shock to all. She gave birth to two boys, Clement and Achilles. “How come this mountain is so big?” Agnes asked. “Well no one knows. It’s the doing of the gods.” “Don’t you know what’s at the top of the mountain. I want to see it. Can you take me there mummy?” Agnes looked up at Mary who was already fidgeting. She knew there would be a time Agnes’ true heritage would come calling, but she didn’t want to let go. “Come let’s go inside. I wouldn’t want your Dad getting mad at you again for being out here alone.” She took Agnes inside. “I don’t want him to go.” Later in the night, Mary discussed about the issue that had been pestering her. “Mary you know we can’t do that. Sooner or later he will start asking questions we can’t answer. And it’d be best if we let him go.” “No!!” Mary began to cry. “I don’t want my baby to go.” Anapheus hugged her tight “Honey, we have to