The sky was dark blue with little patches of shy fluffy bags of white cuddly clouds. The sun embraced the universe with vast blinding rays that could pierce the eyes of nature charmers. The breeze slowly lapsed against the bare skins of the creatures that were lazily grazing the field green glade. An epitome of a maid dancing was portrayed by the shady green trees. Through the thick eyes of the eagles; laid food in the form of weak herbivores, the rodents, the lemmings and the chubby hares which were still unaware that the wicked hungry eyes of predators were tailing every inch of their fleshy bodies. Going deeper into the chains of food, stood tall a masculine figure; a man. He was not any ordinary man. He was a man of pride and bold enough to stand on his feet.

Something told him to stay and stayed put on whatever he was doing. He believed the words of his own wisdom. Optimistically stood in the midst of nature, watching keenly of his surrounding and studied the continuous activities of the lower ranking animals with smirks on his face. Foolish. He was elevated to know that the thunderstorm was coming. Deep inside his soul, he was enervated of constant waiting. He believed in nature but he never knew the word GOD. He knew all the beauties and embellishing nature could not stand on its self. It must be created by somebody. Somebody who is powerful to make him, to feed him, make him grow and later die. He gulped as the word DIE formed on his encephalon. Death is not a joke. It shall happen; be now or later. It just the question of time.

So far away he waited for the day. He felt the pang of agonies to live in pagan way. He wanted to know his creator. He believed in ONE. There should be someone. He will find HIM, find HIM and will ask HIM to answer his confusion. He refused to believe his ancestors. He knew all their stories were wrong. They were only worried soul, seeking and fabricated all the lies to answer the unanswered questions. He shall not be deceived by their tricks. He was exiled by his numb skull clan due to his blasphemy of infidelity. Taking the advantage of his sole situation, he travelled through the sand dunes, across the azure blue to this emerald green glade. Damn. He still could not find HIM.

Wait, if there is a light, there must be a fire. He forced himself to stay strong. He could bore all this and prove to his people that he was not wrong after all. His hearts beat twice faster as his usual thumping heart sound. Breathing heavily, he could feel droplets of white beads of pearl falling slowly, running down his dark brown cheeks and gave him the shiver. A voice whispered something. He turned around. The voice echoed though the distant and it was getting fainter as it dug deeper into the darkness of the forest realm. No sound of animals was audibled. Everything seemed silent as the voice getting louder and reached his auditory system, deciphered and analysed. Wait. He counted to three with his own language.

A figure was sitting on a tree stump nearby. It was in a rugged cloak and within it, fragile creature was hunching. The figured called his name again and this time, he enunciated the name with much pleasure. Feeling numb, he could only stood with his eyes fixed on the figure. Disgusted with the disseminated flowing of gross sediment of mossy green mucous from the figure’s mouth, he trembled a little bit and he dragged his feet one step away from the figure. The pungent smell of dead carcass swallowed his patience. What did this creature sought from him? He owned nothing. He only brought along his broadsword and the pale garments that he was currently wearing.

With vague voice the figure pointed to him directly to the mountains. That was the direction he should follow. He understood and laid the only piece of bread crumbs that he kept for today’s dinner to the figure’s shoddy hands. The figure nodded and thanked him and later exchanged him with a wooden staff. A staff? And it is wooden? He turned and wanted to ask the figure for further enquiries but the figure diminished along with a speck of dust. That was fast. He walked where the faded rays were fading, kicking the bushes that were growing and ran where the river water was running.

He finally reached the place stated by the figure in two days and he was rather thin and torpid. He begged himself to smile. The place was barren and charred from the last wicked battle of drought. It was dried and drier air flushed away his fatigue. He bowed down and flipped the sandy sand. This is what he was running for? Nothing! Meaningless! He yelled out loud. The voice that he projected bounced and reflected his curses. He yelled again and this time the mountain replied him again with greater pitch. He was jolted. A talking mountain? He looked for anyone. This mountain could not mock him. He shifted his weight to his left leg and came out with the wooden staff and shook it wildly.

A spark of light of came out from the staff and he fell to the ground. What was happening? He knew nothing and ran into the deep forest again. He heaved a sigh and wondered the amazing events that were taking place today. He still could not find the CREATOR but he believed he would. He knew now then, the echo, the light and the air that he was inhaling were all the evidences that HE must be watching him. He will find the way. He would and he would keep trying and will dying to know the answer.