Freedom

The sun rose wielding spears of light to penetrate the land beneath, the whole landscape shone brilliantly after the dark of night. The valley was surrounded on one side by a mountain, its jagged peak thrusting into the sky, like a road to the heavens. A road circled it all the way to the top, some times it seemed to be to narrow to walk on, yet people often ventured up into the mountains. Surprisingly few fell from the trail, yet if one searched the steep hills at the bottom, one was likely to find parts of skeletons lying about. It was the gods' will, the village people said. The ones falling on their way to the temple, or rather grounds of worship, high on top of the mountain, had clearly done something to anger the gods, so they said.

And they might be correct, Alvarce reckoned, who was he to tell, their gods seemed to be a bit cruel. It would not surprise him if the gods enjoyed tipping people of balance up there on the treacherous path; a little wind from here or a stone slipping from underneath a foot. It would give the gods a good laugh, of that he was sure.

From the mountain path, he could se the endless reaches of land surrounding the little valley. It was strange the villagers had such a narrow perception of the wall, when they could see how large it really was. Yet, they were as villagers most, ignorant, stupid. When he thought about it, he might find it funny himself, to see one of those morons rolling, bouncing, down the mountain. Ignorance was a thing Alvarce really hated. Deep inside he had to admit his own ignorance, and he hated himself for being so. Yet, he seemed more enlightened than your regular human. Puny beings, at least they behaved in such a manner. It made him sick to the bone.

He sat there studying the surroundings, nature, for some time. A falcon was soaring below him, yet one would say it flew in the sky. He admired the creature, such a wise being, filled with desire. None of that dark taint the humans called desire, but real desire. Life. They lived their lives alive, doing what they were meant to do. Humans had completely lost their path. He himself had kept faith, what was the real meaning of his life. He was not there to be a worthless dummy spending his live worshipping, gods. There were no gods, how could they not see? There was a meaning, though, yet believing some human or creaturelike entity ruled the skies, controlling humans and all living. All the world had resembling a god, was the earth itself. The fools should be worshipping the earth itself. Now their falls beliefs have become something real. Well, not exactly real, yet a threat. A threat might be a harsh word, but no unnatural things are meant to be. The humans have never given thoughts to what their beliefs might cause. Alvarce wanted to swear down at them, yet there was no reason. They would not hear, or if they could they would not care.

Now it was left to him do make things right, whatever the cost. Alvarce did not really care what it would cost him, it did not matter. The consequences if did not would be unbearable, and it would make him no better than them. In fact it would make him one of them.