The Time is Now

Long ago, in a kingdom far away, there rose a terrible king who set out to conquer the world.  He fanned the flames of greed and power in many hearts and amassed a mighty army that took over scores of villages and neighboring kingdoms.  It seemed as if the wicked king's vice-grip of terror would know no end.  But it was prophesied that on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th year of the king's reign, a girl with hair as red as the autumn leaves and eyes as gray as slate and skin as rich as copper born under the sacred tree of ash would rise up and restore the world to order.

The girl was born just as prophesied.  She was spirited away to some secret location for fear that agents of the wicked king would try and find her and kill her.  Her name was Eryspei, meaning "Red Hope".  She trained under the tutelage of the resistance force leader, a skilled warrior and thief.  Her footsteps soon became undetectable and one blow from her sword was enough to take down even the most fearsome soldier.  A few more years passed and she was finally ready to fulfill her destiny.

The final preparations were made for her quest.  Her family loaded the horse with all she'd need for the task.  They said their tearful goodbyes, knowing in their heart that their own flesh and blood would soon bring about peace.  Eryspei saddled up the horse and took off towards the king's fortress.  But while crossing a narrow bridge, her horse got spooked.  She was thrown from the saddle into the river and drowned.  Her body washed up in a tiny village.  Soon news spread of the prophesied hero's demise.  Despair grew amongst the resistance forces with many choosing to take their own lives than to live in a doomed world.

But then a boy -a simple ordinary boy -got an idea.  He had pale skin, brown eyes, and golden hair.  He had been in the resistance force for just over a year now.  In the middle of the night, while the others in the village were mourning their fate, he packed up his horse and headed towards the king's fortress.  He climbed over the wall undetected.  He sneaked past the guards with ease.  He made his way into the chamber of the wicked king, and with his trusty, dull dagger, he leaped out and stabbed the king right in the heart.  Without their mastermind monarch, his empire of terror quickly fell and peace was restored.  All because of an ordinary, non-chosen boy and one idea.

THE MORAL OF THE STORY: it's obvious and if you don't get it, then just go on doing what you're doing.

--Till then...