Alas! A raging storm engulfed the small vessel of Chester, a hardy mouse en route to a land of mystery and riches. The waves churned violently while sea spray pelted the mouse's tattered rain slicker. The violence of the tempest frightened Chester something dreadful. All seemed lost in this moment, all hope vanished. His faith no longer held steadfast that he would live to see his destination.
The storm raged for days upon the open sea before finally fizzling out. Chester's sail no longer whole and the winds nonexistent leaving to drift with the current to a place God only knew. Another week passed and the sight of land held to no avail. The rations were depleted and his strength faded.
Yet another ominous storm befell the mouse and the boiling sea tossed Chester into its mouth. The mouse fought for breath of life in the chaos. He fought to stay afloat with all he had until death seemed inevitable. A stroke of luck for the unfortunate mouse! He was hurled upon a beach by the waves relief overwhelmed the mouse as consciousness faded.
The morning sun woke the survivor and before his very eyes was his destination. His fight to live had paid in full. Mountains glistened in the light as if they were made of gemstones and sounds of animals unknown rang out in the forest below.
When the sailor regained some strength and bearing he began to venture into the forest. The canopy swallowed any daylight, leaving the mouse in darkness. He crept quietly forward up the mountain to search for the riches. As the mouse continued his journey a sense that he was not alone began to take hold. The hair on his neck bristled and his heart raced yet no other sense than the sixth justified the feeling.
The mouse set upon a cave. At its end a monstrous heap of gold, emerald and ruby! Greed consumed the mouse. He began to fill his pockets full of the riches. He rolled and laughed the heap like a child in leaves.
A low, guttural growl filled the air. Chester sprung from his bounty ready to fight. What evil had he awoken?
A monster hideous enough to rival the infamous Grendel stepped into the dim light. A stench of a thousand rotting corpses followed, overwhelming the mouse.Chester began running down the mountain, leaving his riches behind and all he had fought for. The monster followed in pursuit of his intruder.
The mouse could no longer run. A sheer granite wall surrounded him as the demon of the deep corned him. His life no longer was driven upon riches but of his own whit and will to live. The demon hissed a low laugh as he walked toward his victim claws extended, fangs bared. A defiant resolve filled the mouse as he dug in for the fight. His most precious jewel at stake, his life.
The mouse laughed back at the monster followed. Fear no longer gripped Chester. He unleashed every ounce of strength he had right into the face of death. The fiends clashed, the ground trembled, and blood spilled as their bodies smacked together in the melee. The mouse gained advantage on the demon at last. He severed the monsters neck. Black blood sprayed the ground and the life of the demon seeped into the earth. The victor lay victorious but exhausted on the field of battle.
He hobbled his way back to the beach grateful to have his life but now that he had beaten the monster another trial ensued; he had to find his way home....
Keep fighting your demons. Don't give in to the enticing temptations that the world offers like money, lust, or drugs and forget who you are are and where you came from in the process. The most valuable thing you will ever have in life is life itself.
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