The man who took me from my village. Even today, after all this time I do not know how to think about him.
Should I hate him? After, he was the one who took me from my village. He was the one who took advantage of my skills and abilities. Without him I would have probably lived a good and peaceful life.
Yet at the same time, there is so much I could thank him for. He gave me great knowledge and even greater skills, ones I would not have gained if I had lived a peaceful life. It was also I who insisted that he take me on his ventures…. So is he truly to blame…
Regardless of my interpretation and feelings towards the man in question, I can say this. There was one reason, only one reason that he took me with him. The reason for that was the man owed me his very life…
That occurrence was a small little thing really. No one, not even I could have predicted.
That day, it was raining. Perhaps raining is placing it softly. It was tipping down buckets. Water seemed to bursting out of every available place in the heavens and the very land itself felt like it would soon turn into nothing more than a quagmire.
On that day, I decided to take a work. I wished to experience this new day, to feel the experiences that it could provide, not stand in doors, locked away from all dangers.
So I began to walk around the village, with no clear destination in sight. At first, I was at the inner village itself, where the shops and town hall were located. Then, by some means, I continued to walk to outer reaches of the village, eventually walking to the place where the only confirmation that I was anywhere near my village was a small road sign.
There is where I found the thing which change my destiny forever. Perhaps whatever cruel god exists in this world put it there as a dark way of granting my wish.
For there, on that place which was the edge of my village, sat a car. It was like one of the cars I read in fiction. A car which belonged to an incredibly rich man. Someone who would not visit our village under any circumstance.
However, I did not care about that. Rather all I cared about was the man inside of that car. It was an elderly man. He looked seriously injured from the crash as there seemed to be blood all across his body.
Immediately, after taking in the situation, I ran to the car and tried to free the man from the coffin.
As I got close to him, smoke came from the hood of his car. It seemed that for some reason his engine had combusted.
Quickly I wrenched open the door and freed the man from the coffin, dragging his body away from the car.
At that moment, the man seemed to awaken. Or perhaps he had merely been on the edge of the world of the conscious and the world of the unconscious.
Then he whispered words. Words which would change my world forever.
“Get the briefcase…. Its in the trunk.”
It just seemed to be the decent thing to do and so I did it.
With that I freed the man from the wreck which was his automobile and saved all of his possessions as well.
After that I took the man back to my local doctor. As he was patching the old man up, they discovered the name of the man who I had just saved.
The name of that old man was Scrooge McDuck