The Gate to His
Freedom
In a dark, craggy, spartan and fetid cave, there was
the sound of injustice. Millions of meek, poor and ill tramps were being enslaved
in the darkness of the cave, guarded by droids. They had been mining in an area
with not much food, no entertainment, and no bed of any sort or any other
facilities. Their possessions are only: one pickaxe and some old, mouldy,
clothes worn through generations. They even
never collected what they found while mining.
But deep inside the mine, there was a little boy. He
was forcing his weak and small little arms to lift the huge, cumbersome
pickaxe. Then he thundered it on the rock. But that was when he saw it, a glow.
Or was it a glisten? It was emanating elegantly, enveloped in the chalky rock.
The boy plucked it out of stony rock and held the invulnerable rock next to his
almond shaped eye.
It was a
diamond.
An actual diamond.
His name was Jonathan. An
imaginative child who wants to become an explorer. He was mind – blown by the
fact that he found a diamond. But then his mind went back together after a droid
towered over him.
“What
is that in your hand?” asked the droid in a creepy
manner.
“No ‘in, rocks in my hand,”
He even
was not educated properly. But he was intelligent enough to put it… no `fumble`
it in his pocket. But still he could not go on this forever. He had to leave.
He had to leave now. The guard had just went past him. This was it…
He
sprinted as fast as his small legs could carry him. Everyone stared at him in
shock and sympathy and fright. But as he dashed bravely there was one thing he
forgot. The cameras. It pictured every move of the miners 24/7. But the alarm
was sounded when it noticed Jonathan. Guards rushed from all entrances. Miners
were screaming, crying. Jonathan running down the cave he knew there would soon
be no exit. He was as white as fear.
He left
the cave. The cave which he spent his whole life in. But at that moment, the
light had pressed against his small, delicate eyes – blinding him. He slowed
down. But he was still running. Once he got used to the light, he saw a whole
army of droids holding weapons. Then he looked straight ahead and saw a huge
gate shining with the reflection of the sun. It read `Hawk slavery camp`. But
he cannot read. All he knew was that it was the exit. But it was closing.
Adrenaline engulfed him.
Chuuk!
He was injured on the shoulder.
He was hit. Bullets kept on showering on him. He kept running. The spotlight
was on him. 200 yards away…
Boom!
The
Gate had closed.
The
Gate to his freedom.
A
bullet headed to his face…
“Michael!
Stop day dreaming at his instant!” shouted his teacher, “Or your maths work
will be homework!”
He
carried on working. It was only a movie he had watched last night.
To be continued…
