Glimmers

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I wrote this one time right after I saw the remake of The Time Machine.

Glimmers: The Two Worlds of People

Long ago peace and good will reigned in the world. All creation sang in joy and in praise of its maker. A race of people was created to care for the land and that which grew on it. They were given certain instructions on how to care for it. They were permitted all but one piece to do with as they pleased. That one small part they were not to do anything to or on. In this world, it did not happen so. The people built a home and a life. They wanted more, to have something greater than this; so, they built into this place where they ought not. Suddenly, the world they knew fell apart. Fear swept over them. They ran and hid themselves. Some hid on the surface; some hid underground. Their world was changed forever. So were they.

Many years past. Those who hid above ground eventually prospered into their own civilization. One thing, however, haunted them. Those who hid below lived their lives in darkness and the flickering light of torches and fires. They found that they had forgotten how to live above the surface. The darkness had changed them into something that they weren’t made to be. They hunted those who lived in the light for food. They held the people of the surface in fear every night when the sun fell. There was a rumor among the people of the surface that one day there would be one to free them from their hunting. Some waited for such a day with great eagerness, some with doubt and disbelief. These people had lived long with out a good leader.

One day, there was such a person. He came from a small part of their known world. Too far from the center and too unimportant to seem likely, but he came. He started training early in his life for the battle he would have to fight to free his people. He gathered a small group of people, an unlikely bunch, but ones that would do and would fight well. He trained them and led them into the caves to fight. Only he alone was strong enough to defeat the leader of the underground dwellers, so he could not take them with him too far down. Some of those who saw knew he was the one, some who knew doubted; some were afraid that even he would die among the underground dwellers. The leader of the underground dwellers had to be defeated because he controlled the hunt and the people. He had to be destroyed to have any effective hope against the others.

Three days past again before the savior of the people of the surface was seen again. The head of the underground dwellers was defeated by then. The news was to be spread to all the surface people that the head of the underground dwellers was dead. All that they had to do then was to destroy what remained of the other underground dwellers. It was left to those on the surface to choose to stand and fight knowing that they could now win against the forces of darkness, or to continue living in fear, controlled and destroyed by forces of darkness. Follow me and live rang the words of the one who came that they might live as they should and not in fear.