Allegory

It is a hot, dry day; everything is suffering under the intense heat of the sun’s rays baking to a crisp and frying to a blackened pile of ash. A lone figure dressed in brown zooms up the road towards the center of the prairie where the city stands shining in the hot afternoon sunlight. I imagine I am that figure, not a hero and definitely a not a known person. But for all the worth in the universe I am priceless, and a person who was free from any bond until today.

Before I get into my narration of how I got these bonds, I will tell you a little about myself. I am Roahan a fifteen-year-old Freeone from Coa, an adventurer who wants to help others. You see, my Father and Mother were part of the Freeone organization, and what their job required for them was to help others and teach those people to help others as well. I somehow got involved with this too as I was a Freeone born and made, trained and destined to help Coa keep its liberty even with Orsed military invading.

But today I lost my future as the Orsed military took complete control, a sad thing to contemplate as I was born free to free parents. Even if the Orsed had taken our house, we would have still been a family and I would have had a future; as Father had said ever since I was little.

“We are family; a priceless thing indeed as Phos himself has adopted us into his Forever Lineage.” But they did not take our house or anything of my possessions, they took my family and my destiny as part of the Freeones; leaving me alive and put in bondage as a fugitive.

Here I am now, a fugitive standing in the hot sun of a mid-day on the prairies with my brown cloak folded beside me baking in the heat of this oven, fearing for my life and my destined goal of seeking the Jurishaon Mentors.

“They are still alive,” I murmur as I stand here searching the horizon for rainstorms to cover up the full light of the moons tonight longing to be home and in my Mother’s arms.

The Jurishaon are not all dead and my Father knew it, so why can I not trust in the Being called Phos to lead me to where they might be still living? I think as the rainclouds I need are on the horizon.

“I need to trust and I will trust; there is nothing else I can do but wait,” I say to myself as I draw out my father’s friend’s old weapon called a torch.

It is a most mysterious thing this weapon and I am ready to use it, the handle glowing faintly in my hand as I command a mysterious power which lights up my hands and can cause light around me to bend and refract about me in any way I think it should be able to. I am ready, not as a Freeone but a fugitive, ready to break the invisible bonds that ensnare my wrists. Now all I have to do is wait till nightfall when my three days of evading Orsed will finally be over, and when I can get the wound I have on my leg treated…