Unclainian

A story once told

"There is a story I was told much younger. About a box, a room."The old man starts. Rachael sighs a moment, making sure the fire she had set up would stay through out the night, before turning to him.She catches his eye, and she can see the twinkle of something she cant place.

"Whats so important about this box?" Its her of saying to open about it. He limps over, careful to step around the others before sitting down beside her near the fire. She smiles to him, a kind one. To hear a story would help her, make her calm, or at least know that something could start on this abandoned planet. And maybe,if she can push through live to tell the story over again.

"The room doesn't have a door, not a window in sight. Its small and white, but dusty. Somehow though, two creatures are born into the room. A human, and a rat. They can speak with another, but not verbally. The room can conjure up anything the creatures wish for."He starts to explain his story. He looks to the girl, who looks at him in badly hidden confusion and chuckles. She hasn't told him to stop or walked away, so he keeps going.

"Every dust on the wall of the room is a portal, and when the creatures reach the age of maturity, they set out to visit every portal, to see the worlds and other times. They see a lot of things,joy, happiness, anger, guilt, grief and emptiness. They see this all and feel it as well. They see that all the things others have do not come close to the amount the creatures can pull up in a second in the room. As they-" He pauses, watching Rachael open her mouth.

"Why so many 'portals'? What do they do?" Rachael asks, and she feels stupid asking so. She needs to know the full story though,and what the words mean.

"I will explain the amount as I unfold the story. A portal is something that you can step through, a quick way to move to another place or a different time." He explains for her, chuckling for a moment before it morphs in to a coughing fit. Once the moment passes,he continues his story. "As I was saying. As they see this and realize this, they feel guilt for having so much while others parish.At first, when they try to take something out of 'the room', it fades away. They keep trying though, and eventually the items can pass through with them."

"After many years of portal traveling, helping others, they finally visit the last portal. And it leads to the space outside of the room. They find a damaged, yet beautiful creature, there mother.Who had protected the two for as long as they had been born, who looked at them in wonder. For the mother had been hunted for years,and admired her sons courage that she does not have. They were only with their mother for a day, before she had perished. And the two sons set out, to help everyone they could." He finishes, smiling to Rachael.

"So is the moral of the story is that you should help others because may not have as much as you?" Rachael asks in confusion.She's only half sure she got that correct.

"If that's what you think, then yes. But what about the other lessons?" He asks, and smirks to her. Slowly and bones protesting,he gets up from beside Rachael to walk off to his truck, likely to sleep.

Rachael watches, confusion etched in to her face. She better figure out this story before she ever tells it. With that last thought, she falls asleep beside the fire.

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If you don't get who these are, and what they do don't worry most people will not understand except for me. :D