Life without Meaning
Esclon and Niroc were but children when the evil snake Skeivat attacked their town. They were at home when another rat came in, panting.
"All rats beware!" he called. "Skeivat is attacking the village! Run for your lives!"
Niroc squealed, frightened, and tried to hide. Esclon, however, stood there for a moment, and started off in the direction of the village.
"Where are you going?" screeched Niroc.
"I'm going to try and kill Skeivat," replied Esclon, no fear showing on his face.
"You can't do that! You'll be killed!" cried Niroc.
But Esclon didn't listen to Niroc, and started off towards the village. It was deserted, as nobody but Esclon would go anywhere near the snake.
Skeivat was not difficult to find. He was very big, and the village was small, plus the snake was up above ground, not inside the rat's burrows yet.
Looking at the snake, Esclon quickly devised a plan and started gathering wood. He took vines and tied them together. He set this piece of tied-together sticks next to a certain burrow that had two entrances, but one was so small that only little children could get through it, and there was no way that a snake could.
Esclon went right into Skeivat's line of sight and made a show of looking frightened and scampering towards the burrow. Skeivat, with an evil smile, followed Esclon, not noticing the tied-together sticks next to the entrance.
After going into the burrow, he quickly went out of the smaller entrance. However, Skeivat did not see him yet, and kept looking for the small rat inside.
"You cannot hide forever," he hissed evilly, looking around.
Esclon, meanwhile, was pushing the wood on top of the entrance. It was extremely heavy, and it took him a very long time to push it on; however, Skeivat was stupid, and had not yet realized that there was another way out of the rat home.
Skeivat eventually gave up and went to go out of the hole. Once he did, he found that it was blocked. He pushed and pushed, but the wood would not budge.
"You awful creature!" cried the snake. "You would trap a poor, innocent snake to die? Let me go. I'm your friend."
Esclon just rolled his little rat eyes and said, "you're not my friend, and what I am condemning you to is no worse than what you would do to my entire family and village."
The snake had nothing else to say. A little rat had beaten him.
After they all saw the snake trapped with no way out, the villagers hoisted Esclon up on their shoulders. Everyone in the village called him a hero. Niroc, however, was still cowering in the closet, shaking in fear.
As they grew, Esclon and Niroc went separate ways. Niroc, scared of even other rats, went out to live on a farm, growing his own food and living by himself.
Esclon, on the other hand, kept going the way he had started. He began looking for monsters and saving whole cities. He met another rat, Esmara, fell in love, and got married. They had two children.
The years passed quickly. Esclon was known as a hero to many, and was loved by almost all. Niroc, however, was still without friends, all alone on his farm.
One day, an eagle attacked Esclon's village. When it swooped down to eat him, Esclon latched onto the eagle's talons. He ripped off the bird's beak, and it died right then in the air.
Esclon, with nothing to hold him up in the air, fell a very long way.
He hit the ground, hard. Everybody knew that he was going to die, so they made him comfortable in his last days. Many rats came just to say what he meant to them. He knew, as he died, that in his death he saved lives, and he died happy.
Niroc, a few weeks later, got an awful disease. He died within a few days, but unlike Esclon, nobody came to comfort him. In fact, nobody remembered him, and nobody was there to mourn his death. He died alone, friendless and forgotten, and he was not missed.
As he died, he realized something that Esclon had realized as a child but it had taken Niroc his whole life to realize:
Better to live an interesting life full of danger than a safe life that is dull.
Because what is life, without any meaning to it?