He looking into the water to see his reflection and gasp, has it been this long since he’s stopped to enjoy life’s wonders. Age seems to have passed him by, the hard lines that should be there from time, aren’t to be seen. A single tear falls from his deep brown eyes, like a penny nail dropping in an empty room. He has come to the realization, that he’s the last one left of his kind. He smiles and kneels down before the lake, finding comfort in the reflection, for at this time he feels he’s found a friend. Looking up to the sky he sees the stars, and longs for the day that he can return home. Lost in this shadowed world, he walks; never finding the path he wondered from many years ago. As he looks closer at the reflection, his mind begins to wonder. To a time when he was a younger man, wars raged between his kind, and the new people of the land. Now he feels sadness for his people, and longs to see those tan faces, he once had known before. He then turns away from the lake, and walks back to his painted horse. The last of the great hero’s looks towards the sky, and says,“ I’ll wait for the day that my hands once again, are joined with that of my fellow brothers. Do not cry for I’m at peace with my life, for I know as long as your spirits remain, I will be free.”