9.04.2017

Poison was the Cure

“The king falls so Haven may rise again.”  The witch doctor takes out a knife and makes a cut in the Cedar’s flesh next to one of the swollen scorpion stings.  Taking out a leather pouch, he carefully catches the dripping black fluid.
The screen fades to black, then shows the king - dressed beautifully in purple robes and a golden crown - laying on a pallet of red roses.  The camera pans back to reveal a funeral procession.  The king is dead, yet the people are celebrating - they have been delivered a cure to the plague. The camera moves again and zooms in on a nearby tent.  There, the witch doctor is standing behind a wooden table, ladling out cups of hot broth from a giant black pot.
A young boy stands before the dancing doctor, holding out his hands.  “What is it?”
“Poison. Poison and cure.”
The boy recoils.  “What?”
“The poison is the cure.  This magic broth contains three of the mighty Scorpion's stings.  It will not hurt you.  It will protect you from the terrible plague that has killed so many.  Your king has died by the sting of the evil scorpion so that you may live.”
The boy cries for his king, his savior, as he drinks his cup.
The reality of how long you have been sitting in a chair hits you hard. Standing slowly, you walk your way stiffly toward the door.  The crowd begins chanting Cedar's name.

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