Talentless, a word that carry's an innate insult..... many thinks someone who carry this burden is an empty box yet to be filled.
Why talent matters?.... Why is it even needed?
Why talentless are size of ant, their mouth bigger than vagina hole of a mother who gives birth.....
What is needed to be able to overthrow blessing of talent?
GENIUSES!!!!!
OR HUNGER TO HAVE IT ALL....
On the day where the sky shone bright, sunlight blankets the earth with its warmth and prosperity. The river flow with graceful rhythm.
In a quiet village, a teenage boy - dressed in tattered clothes, with black hair, black eyes, a red handprint on his left cheek, and a purple swollen eye - ran, breathless, as if his life depends on this one final sprint.
The Boy kept running until he reached the house built from wood log, straw and mud-plastered wall which was strengthened with dungs and plaster. He slammed the door shut behind him and leaned against it, panting heavily, trying to calm his nerves.
Outside, footsteps pounded the ground. A group of teenage boys and girls surrounded the house.
One shouted furiously, "YOU'RE THE REASON WE LOST THE HUNTING GAME!"
Others also started throwing curses at him.
"You Bastard! Come out now or I'll burn your house down!"
"You Retard! How can son of a hunter be this bad at hunting!"
"I will break your face today for sure!"
"We lost because you missed a sleeping wild pig! After over a decade of training, you still can't shoot straight?"
"Not the son of a hunter - just a talentless bum."
Inside, Boy covered his ears, tears in his eye, started trembling as insults rained down.
Suddenly a tall man with short beard and broad-shouldered, holding a black color bow in his left hand and brown leather quiver slung over his back arrived.
Short-bearded man said, "Hey, why are you all making a ruckus in front of my house. Go somewhere else if you've got nothing to do."
"Your Son is a shameless coward. He can't even face us to apologize." One of the teenage boy with large and masculine body said.
A hush fell over the crowd.
SOB*
SOB*
Only the faint sound of sobbing could be heard from the house. The man's brows furrowed with anger.
He shouted, "If you're all such great at hunting, why don't have a match with me instead?"
No one dared answer. They weren't foolish enough to challenge an adult hunter who had once taken down a gorilla.
Mumbling and flustered, the teens slowly scattered.
After they left, man gently knock the house door and said calmly "Its fine now, Knox. You can open the door."
Door creaked open slowly and reveals a boy in his ragged clothes. "Why am i so useless." said the boy to the man ,his voice was cracking with pain and frustration, with very agitated expression.
Man hugged the boy, "Knox, everyone has there own trait and talent in life. Just like me you will also find it one day."
"But i tried so many things already." boy replied, "cooking, hunting, archery.....even work as laborer but, I'm not good at anything. if anything i make things worse."
Boy replied made man worry for his son, Knox. He stop hugging Knox. And stared him in his tearful red eye.
"Father, I wish to be like you but archery and hunting even with you giving me training i can't seem to get better at anything." Knox confessed.
"Its alright Knox, everyone has something they are not good at." Knox father replied.
Man smiled gently, "Now lets make lunch for us or your mother will get angry if she sees us doing nothing while she work so hard at the farm, she'll be the one breaking my face."
They laughed faintly, easing the heavy air between them.
Knox father started cooking food for lunch. Knox wanted to treat his injury with warm wet cloth. So Knox Checked their large clay pot but it was almost empty. He could not even treat his injury with that tiny splash of water.
Knox cautiously, came out of the house to get water from the near by river called 'Dan River'. He looked around the house carefully before starts walking towards the Dan river with two wooden bucket in hands.
Along the way, he met with his elderly neighborhood women. Elderly women asked, "Oh Knox, are you by chance on the way to the river?"
Boy replied "Yes, Aunt Christina, I am on my way to Dan river to fill my bucket with water."
Aunt Christina smiled, " Can you help this old lady again? I can use a bucket of water."
The boy's expression showed bitterness but, he nodded "Sure", accepting the request of the old lady, Christina.
Boy grabbed another wooden bucket from aunt Christina and headed to the Dan river.
After walking for a long while he reached the Dan River.
The sparkling water flowed restlessly, as if the world wouldn't allow it to stop. Boy filled the three wooden buckets and drank couple of sips of water to relieve his exhaustion.
Boy grabbed his two wooden bucket by the handle on his right hand and another wooden bucket on his left.
The boy started marching toward his house. After a while, he grew tired and fatigue began to overwhelm him. He chose to rest in the shades of a tree. As he lay down, his eyelids grew heavy, and before he knew it, sleep claimed him in the middle of the day.
A long while later, the boy woke up and saw the orange-red sky of the evening. Boy blinked slowly like a turtle and realization of late hour hit him.
He woke up, quickly grabbed the buckets, and rushed back. In the distance, he saw the village church spire and smoke rising into the sky.
The tall church became clearer as he drew closer to the village but, as he drew closer to the village a terrifying scene came into view.
His heart froze.
Flames.
The village was on fire. Houses lay in ruins. The church burned furiously. Smoke filled the sky.
Knox stood still, shocked. He couldn't comprehend what had happened.
Who could've done this?
Why?
How did this happened?
Gulp*
The buckets fell from his hands as he broke into a desperate run toward the blaze.