The Great Giver - First part
Aron was in deep concentration. His eyes were closed, and the sweat rolled along his body. He panted heavily and his arms were stretched as if he was holding something open with great effort. He knew that he couldn't hold it much longer. Would his efforts be in vain, again? Suddenly there was a flash of light, followed by a pressure wave. He felt the wind striking through his hair. The light slowly diminished to a soft deep blue and finally faded out. A small object tickled on the floor in front of his feet. His face changed into a smile: he had succeeded, finally! He leant against the wall to regain his breath, until his heartbeat was normal again. He turned around to look at the object, excited as a kid opening a present. What had been given to him? The smile on his face disappeared as quick as it had appeared and he got angry. It was a pebble, it looked just like the ones on the back yard of the institute.
All this years of study, all this efforts, and then this! He picked the stone up and stepped out of the Gift room. He walked through a hall with beautifully sculptured pillars and painted walls, but he didn't see them this time. He walked up the familiar stairs, with the magical sign on each step. He walked through a dark corridor into his room and flung the door shut. With balled fists he continued walking, up and down his room. He hated them all: the teachers, the priests, all people out on the streets who thought this was the best life there is. But most of all he hated The Great Giver himself. Pah, Great Giver. He looked once again at what had been given to him.
"Give me a hunting eagle, and I could do better", he thought. "They don't deserve my faith, my prayers, my labor. I will take my revenge. I will leave them. I will go through this world and use my powers against them. I will show the world that the Great Giver is nonsense. I will destroy this stupid institute!"
That last thought frightened him a bit, though. He had been in this seminar as far as he could remember. Too long. Still angry, he took all his belongings, which were just a few cloths, a couple of books and some candles, stuffed them in his bag and walked out of the institute. The porter was the only one who noticed.
"Are you leaving?", he asked wonderingly.
"Yes", Aron answered snappy, and stepped out into the world.
The light of the world blinded him, for he had been in the shadowy halls of the institute for quite some time. It was a bright day, and he couldn't see where he was going.
"Finally, I am free!", he thought. Then he heard people shouting "Watch out!", followed by a heavy blow in his back.
The next thing Aron saw was a yellow plane, which after closer investigation appeared to be a ceiling. He was lying in a bed, and his back and all other bones hurt terribly. He heard some people whisper:
"The servant woke up". A woman wearing a white suite appeared next to his bed.
"Where am I?", Aron asked.
"You are in a hospital, sir.", the woman answered:
"Hospital?" Aron wanted to get into an upright position, but his back hurt too much. "Why am I in a hospital?"
"You were overrun by an oxen cart as you stepped out of the institute, Servant. Now please lie down quietly, that encourages the healing process." She left the room.
"Servant?", Aron thought. Then he remembered that he wouldn't be a servant anymore. Never! With balled fist he feel asleep.
As he woke up again, the nurse was again in his room.
"How do you feel now, Servant?", she asked. His back still hurt, but not as much as before. Aron forgot the pain and lifted himself on his elbows.
"I'm not a servant anymore!", he said in an angry voice. The nurse was surprised and retreated quickly from the room. He heard her whisper to some person down the corridor, and then she returned with a man, also dressed in white.
"You're not a servant? How is that? You wear the cloths of a servant!", the doctor said
"That are all the cloths I have got, doctor. I just decided this morning that I don't want to be a servant anymore." Now it was the doctor's time to get angry.
"And you think we are going to spill our skills and medicines on just some ordinary young man?" He moved his face close to Aron's. "No, my friend, that's not the way this world works. If you are a servant, the institute pays for you. If you are not, you have to pay by yourself. Since neither of them seems to happen, unfortunately we are forced to set you out of here. So, out!", he pointed firmly to the door opening.
"No buts. We cannot afford to treat every fool in this town who gets himself overrun by an oxen cart. So, out!" The doctor grabbed Aron out of his bed and pushed him through the door, down the corridor and out of the hospital. Aron fell, and lay miserably on the ground. A few minutes later, the nurse came back with his belongings and dropped them next to him without saying a word.
"So this was life without the Great Giver?", Aron thought. He would pay them back. Definitely.