Bod-Ark’s Oven: A child’s parable.
One day in a valley a happy village of people lived. They had good lives because the valley was warm and verdant.
A boy was walking from the lake to the village when he met a strange animal by the side of the road. He did not recognize the animal, but saw that it was injured. Being the kind and helpful boy that his parents raised him to be, he cared for the animal every day and nurtured in back to health.
One day, while the boy was tending to the animal, he was bit. The boy showed his mother and she cleaned the small cut in the boys finger.
From that day forward the boy grew.
His village noted how he grew bigger and marveled. Boys will have growth spurts as you know. But, soon it was clear that this boy was too big. He grew bigger then is dad. He grew bigger then the doorway. He grew taller then his house.
Of course by that point, the village was concerned. So, they told him to leave, but he did not want to go. The boy loved his family.
His dad was wise, and saw what would happen should his son stay, so turned his back on him. And, so did his mother and so did his siblings. The boy, heart broken and betrayed, left.
He kept growing, and so he needed to eat. He traveled deeper into valley, eating what he could. Soon he found that he was so large, he could eat anything he wanted. And, the animals learned to hide from him. So, he settled, made a cave and began to hunt.
Years passed until one day he found a group of strange animals traveling near his cave. He had forgotten what his people looked like, so did not recognize the men and women from his village. He was a young boy when he left. He had nothing.
When they saw each other, the people and the boy, both did not know what to do. The boy was seven to eight times too big, with no clothes or weapons. The boy had forgotten how to count. At the end of the day, there was blood.
And the boy discovered that these creatures, his own people, tasted very good indeed.
He returned to his village; hunting more. And, saw that his village had become big just like him; giant. He grinned. And, walked right into center market massacring all he could.
Days later he was full and settle down to sleep.
The boy's people had been planning all these days the boy had been eating. The sick and elderly sacrificed themselves to his hunger, so that others may live and plan. A young woman, the boy's youngest sister, had grown into a smart and cunning woman. She said that they should build an oven around the monster, for that is what the boy had become, and burn him.
So, the boys people did. Carefully, quietly they build the strongest oven around him. Stocked with everything that they could live without as fuel. And lit it.
The flames burned hard and hot, and the boy woke screaming in agony, but could not escape. The oven was too strong. The fire was too hot.
But he did not die. He screamed. He thrashed. He wailed a great storm of noise that frayed and tore and the people's hearts.
The people had to keep the fire burning.
From that day forward the people were never as rich or prosperous. Every thing extra they had, they fed to the oven, and sometimes to the people's great sorrow, a person would rush into the oven to try and save or end the suffering of the monster within.
**META** By the year 34,586 Rs, the facts about the Four Generation Fire had been successfully moved to the Mythical by the efforts of the Paragons and Medicament Brotherhood. No factual knowledge of the Four Generation Fire exists within the Realm's Culture past 34,586.
This is the myth that has replaced it in common understanding.
A boy was walking from the lake to the village when he met a strange animal by the side of the road. He did not recognize the animal, but saw that it was injured. Being the kind and helpful boy that his parents raised him to be, he cared for the animal every day and nurtured in back to health.
One day, while the boy was tending to the animal, he was bit. The boy showed his mother and she cleaned the small cut in the boys finger.
From that day forward the boy grew.
His village noted how he grew bigger and marveled. Boys will have growth spurts as you know. But, soon it was clear that this boy was too big. He grew bigger then is dad. He grew bigger then the doorway. He grew taller then his house.
Of course by that point, the village was concerned. So, they told him to leave, but he did not want to go. The boy loved his family.
His dad was wise, and saw what would happen should his son stay, so turned his back on him. And, so did his mother and so did his siblings. The boy, heart broken and betrayed, left.
He kept growing, and so he needed to eat. He traveled deeper into valley, eating what he could. Soon he found that he was so large, he could eat anything he wanted. And, the animals learned to hide from him. So, he settled, made a cave and began to hunt.
Years passed until one day he found a group of strange animals traveling near his cave. He had forgotten what his people looked like, so did not recognize the men and women from his village. He was a young boy when he left. He had nothing.
When they saw each other, the people and the boy, both did not know what to do. The boy was seven to eight times too big, with no clothes or weapons. The boy had forgotten how to count. At the end of the day, there was blood.
And the boy discovered that these creatures, his own people, tasted very good indeed.
He returned to his village; hunting more. And, saw that his village had become big just like him; giant. He grinned. And, walked right into center market massacring all he could.
Days later he was full and settle down to sleep.
The boy's people had been planning all these days the boy had been eating. The sick and elderly sacrificed themselves to his hunger, so that others may live and plan. A young woman, the boy's youngest sister, had grown into a smart and cunning woman. She said that they should build an oven around the monster, for that is what the boy had become, and burn him.
So, the boys people did. Carefully, quietly they build the strongest oven around him. Stocked with everything that they could live without as fuel. And lit it.
The flames burned hard and hot, and the boy woke screaming in agony, but could not escape. The oven was too strong. The fire was too hot.
But he did not die. He screamed. He thrashed. He wailed a great storm of noise that frayed and tore and the people's hearts.
The people had to keep the fire burning.
From that day forward the people were never as rich or prosperous. Every thing extra they had, they fed to the oven, and sometimes to the people's great sorrow, a person would rush into the oven to try and save or end the suffering of the monster within.
**META** By the year 34,586 Rs, the facts about the Four Generation Fire had been successfully moved to the Mythical by the efforts of the Paragons and Medicament Brotherhood. No factual knowledge of the Four Generation Fire exists within the Realm's Culture past 34,586.
This is the myth that has replaced it in common understanding.
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