The Liberation - Prologue

Prologue

Two human figures were moving through the wilderness. There was no road nor path paved out for them. Bare-footed, they walked aimlessly and each of them wore only a piece of rugged fur that barely shelters them from the chill.

The furs reeked of blood. It was the first time they ever killed another creature for covering. They wondered why they never felt the need to wear something before that.

The man looked back at his weaker companion who was struggling to keep up. As he looked at her, joy, anger and hope filled him.

Just a few days ago, he and his beloved could soar in the sky to appreciate the beauty of creation. They could dive deep into the waters and yet breathe, allowing them to experience the magnificent marine life. They had command over every other creature, every inanimate object and even the weather.

When they were cold, they could just command fire to ignite.

When they needed to water the plants, they could command the heavens to rain.

They could shift boulders and mountains by merely ordering them.

They enjoyed the daily pleasure of meeting their Creator face-to-face.

Nothing can harm them and nothing would disobey them. They could have had anything in the Garden, almost everything.

“Now everything was gone, all because of this woman.”

Both of them longed to return to the Garden. Both of them missed their Creator. However, a moment of disobedience had cost them everything.

The Creator had cast them out. Fearsome creatures and flying swords now guard the entrance to the Garden.

What’s more, the accursed fruit had poisoned their mind. The knowledge of Evil clouded their thinking. Their thoughts were darkened and their abilities were lost.

The beasts no longer listened to them.

They could no longer fly nor breathe under water.

When they used to just flick a finger to ignite fire, they had to rub stones and branches until their hands were blistered to create it.

Even though the man was angry and tried to push the blame to the woman, he knew in his heart that he shouldn’t have eaten the fruit in the first place. He knew he could have stopped her, but he choose to follow. He knew he had failed in his part to obey the Creator.

And he also failed in his part to protect the very companion who had taken away his loneliness.

“Adam, could we find a place to rest? I am tired.”