Prophet

There are no heroes in this story, there are no great feats about which legends will compose, there are no betrayals and friendships, there is no world familiar to us in it. Emptiness. Chaos. Scorched earth. Monsters rule this world. Everyone here is fighting for his life, killing to survive, or just for fun. There is no power or law. Complete anarchy. No, the inhabitants of this world are not brainless, just this is their essence. Their territory, their rules. There is always darkness and cold, snow and ash fog is the only thing that the inhabitants of this world see every day. White, pure and virgin snow is soaked in blood and death in a day. The corpses lie on the ground and rot in front of everyone. Everything here looks like a cemetery. If you are weak, they kill you, if you are cunning, but weak, that is, there is a chance to survive until someone more cunning is found. There is no sun here. Rather, it is, but black ash from an infinite number of active volcanoes covers it, giving no chance for at least one ray to break through this darkness and illuminate the dead earth.

Among local residents, no one remembers how it was before, who lived here before them, whose legacy they ruined. They only know that they need to be able to kill and cover their tracks so that no one comes to take revenge. It is said that a strange resident appeared in the west of Big Mountain, he told amazing things, called to listen to his speech, talking about things that no one had ever heard. Many considered him crazy, only smiled condescendingly. He was not a threat, which means his death was not a necessity. Months passed, this strange resident continued to call for himself, each time telling more and more strange things. What is most surprising is that the monsters listened to his words, were silent and listened. Each of them brought something different from his speeches. Every day more and more listeners came. One of his speeches made a splash.

— Residents of the Black Earth, I see something that none of you can even imagine. Green grass, bright sunshine, soft and warm rain, endless ocean and clean air. There is life and warmth in this world. No kill, no death. There is no evil. We all do evil, kill, rape the helpless, eat our own kind, but this will not always be the case. Hear me, ”he shouted from the area dotted with corpses.

A few weeks later, he formed a community, where every day more and more new inhabitants of this gloomy place came. They listened to him, and then again went to kill and torture the defenseless. The prophet spoke again and again about a wonderful place, about warmth and sunshine, he talked for several hours a day, and then went to his cave and cherished your discovery.There was nothing of the kind in any part of the world, never had the world seen what he had found, and this made him special. He spoke with confidence about the new world, about a new life, and so believed in that miracle that he found that he could not think of anything else.

A few years ago, he wandered around the world in search of a better life, he also had to kill in order to survive, to hide in order to save his life and once he fell deep in the snow. The prophet fell into a cave about which no one had ever known. There were different books, paintings, statues and thousands of different little things that gave an idea of the life they had never seen before. He spent five years studying everything that was inaccessible to the modern world. In the books there were stories about a completely different world, the paintings depicted creatures very similar to themselves, but much more beautiful, graceful, livelier. Huge houses with artificial light, bright grass, small children playing in the yard. All this was so unlike his world. Totally different and so perfect. And then he found a notebook covered in small handwriting. It spoke of another world in which he had never been. About love and light, about such alien and strange feelings as care and nobility. He could not understand how beautiful the world was written about in this old notebook.

Record from the last pages:

"our world collapsed, everyone who was dear to us died in a terrible fire. Radiation killed all living things on this planet. I saw how people in droves fell to the earth in terrible agony and died from radiation. Trees, grass and even water were exposed to radiation. The catastrophe overtook our land and did not leave a single living place. Too few survived to be called humanity. All of them survived the radiation, however, the price was too high. Bald, shriveled, sometimes the skin got a black tint, or even peeled off. All survivors had a panic, to Everyone thought only of himself, killing those who fell in their path. Everyone wanted to survive and thereby drove themselves into an even greater pit of chaos. As for me, I managed to hide in this cave before the end of the world. years, I collected works of art to enjoy this in my old age. I saved up paintings, CDs, statues and a huge number of books. A couple of years later the world burned to the ground. I hope that my collections will not be wasted and someday someone will definitely find them. I have carried out very thorough studies of this cave and I know that you can live here without fear of the infection that walks outside. In one of the boxes I store something that will help save the world and restore its former beauty. There are a lot of samples ..."

Further, the page was torn out and the Prophet could not find out what was stored by that ancient inhabitant of the Earth. He searched the entire cave, but did not find the very treasure that would help him save the world.

On that day, he decided that he was able to guide everyone on the path of a new life, he will talk about the world that was once and that a terrible tragedy destroyed what made them people.

The prophet sat in his cave and again and again examined the paintings that the last “man” had left on Earth. He raised his head and saw that one of the walls of the cave does not look quite natural in the environment. A vine came out of it, enveloping the wall all the way to the ceiling. The prophet rushed to the wall and felt a wonderful aroma of freshness and purity. He was sure that a few days ago this was not. A real living plant with an incredible aroma beckoned him. He did not believe his eyes. Is it really possible to restore this world and restore its former splendor.

He immediately remembered a book that told about various plants, about caring for them and how they can be used. Yes, he will show the world the path to a new life. Tomorrow. But neither tomorrow, nor in a month or a year did anyone finally believe in his knowledge. He talked about the new world, about flowers and clean air, but the inhabitants only listened to him, nodding blankly. Meanwhile, a whole garden had already grown in the cave, the walls were decorated with flowers, the bushes gave berries that were very sweet in taste. The Prophet decided that he would not show all these miracles until no one believes in what he says. He was not sure that they would understand everything new that he learned. And he continued his stories. After a few more years more and more people came to him. Every day they listened more carefully, began to ask questions and take the initiative in creating a new world. The Prophet selected the most intelligent, in his opinion, and invited them to make the world a better place. He showed them his treasures, told everything he knew in the hope that together they would cope with such a difficult mission.

Ten years later ...

Local residents learned that there is land to the south, beyond the Big Mountain and there is no black ash, and snow does not happen so often.

The prophet stood in the square, which already had little resemblance to the one on which he had stood before. From clay, they sculpted all the statues that were in his collection, as well as those that were in the paintings. Flowers grew around, the trees were already giving shade and sweet fruits. He went to his usual place and shouted loudly to the crowd:

— Our world deserves a second chance for a new life! We deserve this chance!

The crowd roared with joy.