Moisture filled the air, a dense fog rolled through the trees as the morning rose on a Tuesday afternoon. The sun created a mosaic of colors as if someone had painted the scene with a brush right onto the sky. Rich reds and pleasant pinks slowly vanished as the village deep within the rainforest emerged from their houses, eager to start their day. They all worked together to plow the fields to prepare them for the new season. Others began to feed and tend to the livestock.
Afternoon struck and the last man in the village finally awoke. Abrafo yawned and stretched. His skin was a dark shade of brown, much like the rich color of cocoa beans. The hair that graced his head, as black as night. Although tall and lean, Abrafo was the strongest man…show more content… Her eyes went wide and as she tried to speak, but couldn’t out of fear. “That is what I thought,” Continued Abrafo. “You are to go back to the river and get three more baskets of water and you must sprint the entire way, without a drop spilt.” The girl, tears in her eyes, went without question. Abrafo continued on, a feeling of accomplishment overriding him.
Throughout the rest of the day, he continued to make the lives of others miserable. He stole their food, burnt their homes down for the fun of it, killed livestock for fun, and damaged the rainforest around him by cutting down trees and killing harmless animals. Abrafo enjoyed every activity with a broad smile. The people of the village were used to this and their fear grew with each…show more content… His color drained from his face. The people of the village had never seen him scared before. People began to make a path for this unnamed god to follow. Abrafo gulped, trying to find bravery deep within himself. “Who are you?” he asked in a surprisingly steady voice.
“I am Olorun, God of the Universe. You have awoken me due to your evil actions.” He stared straight into Abrafo’s eyes whilst looming over him. “You have commited crimes out of pure hatred and anger and you shall be punished.” He paced back and forth in front of Abrafo, never losing his eye contact. The crowd behind him watched intently. “I am here to banish you to an immortal life of living nightmare.” Abrafo began to plead and beg for his mercy. “I’ve seen enough,” yelled Olorun. Olorun paced back and forth. He pondered different punishments. Feeling as if he was burning every second for the rest of his life, taking away his soul so he no longer feels
