Solomonari:Fables/Tales/Greed
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Meteor | 05/02/2026
All wants all as none wants nothing. A saying that nobody knows, but has engraved into their hearts. One human will want everything to become stronger, smarter, and overall wiser than others to become something bigger and bring change. Those who follow want nothing more than just to live and be at peace in the end. It’s how society is, and the past has no secrets to hide. The power-hungry will eventually get the power they so desire, but once they’ve gained all, they're left with no options: either accept they’ve gained all that they need or take from others to gain more than they desire. How pitiful these humans are; it’s all but taking from others and trying to become a god. But what if a follower overcomes the strong and then becomes the strongest? What happens to those around them, and what will they do? All that is about to be read was written in an old journal, over 100 years old, found in the city now known as Axapusco, Mexico.
A young girl was wandering the hot land, with only a bag of bread and water in one hand and her mother on the other. Both were traveling through the land in search of someplace to call home, away from the conflict in their hometown. They’d been walking for days, passing through small towns and villages in the country, but couldn’t stop going. Eventually, they would come across a small shack embedded in a rocky hill; it looked unoccupied, with just enough covering to keep away from the sun. As the child and mother entered the premises, they were greeted with dust and a foul smell that the normal nose would despise. The girl didn’t want to stay here, but her mother had placed her belongings on the floor and begun to settle in, so the child simply followed along. The sun was close to disappearing, and the night was coming closer. The girl took out the bread and water and asked her mother if she was now allowed to eat the food. The mother responded, saying to only eat part of the bread and drink no more than a shot of water. The girl ate what she was allowed to, and her mother watched with satisfaction. As night came, both the mother and daughter fell asleep, preparing for the next walk to the closest village, or so they thought.
Moments later, in one ear, the girl heard the clatter of metal tools and papers falling to the floor. In the other ear, the sound of people eating something chewy and tender, like freshly cooked meat. In her head, this was all a part of a dream she was having, a bright future ahead with her mother. But, she wasn’t dreaming; all she saw was darkness, eyes closed, barely conscious, able to process her surroundings. She wanted to wake up, but her instinct was screaming at her to stay down and still, and try to hide from the noise. She was feeling something that she hadn't felt in a long time. Fear. In the end, her curiosity got the better of her and opened her eyes to despair. The room was covered in red and had very dim lighting, the smell was unbearable, and flies flew around the large room. She had woken up in the corner of the room, covered only in a rag and stains of blood. As she observed more of the room, it finally came to mind that she was in a whole new place and had been taken away from the shack. She didn’t know what to think; too much surrounded her until she looked at the other side of the room. There she saw three men above her mother's body, or what was left of it. The mother's insides were torn out, each placed on a different pedestal for each organ. All that was left on the floor was her lifeless body and a face of regret. At this moment, the girl thought of only one thing: how to escape alive no matter what. On the other side of the room, a man in white came before the girl and began to observe her, wondering what to do with her. The girl could stare back, eyes sharp as daggers, and with the intention of running. The man then smiled, grabbed the girl, and in Spanish, told her, “You’re a part of something much bigger than you think, little one.” He then dragged the girl by the arm towards her mother. The other three men turned and watched with sinister eyes, hands and mouths covered in blood, ready to make the girl the next victim. The girl, unable to fight back, was dragged across the room and thrown on top of her mother's corpse. Blood stained the ragged cloth she had on, and she lay on top of her mother, speechless and unable to move. She looked at her mother's face, then towards the men, whose arms were coming towards her, and then the ground, and then blacked out.
The journal entry then on is damaged due to age and damage from natural weather over time, and it was concluded that the girl lost her life at the hands of the men, breaking her body open for some sacrificial purpose. It’s unclear what the men wanted to do; the events that occurred in that mysterious room were never fully understood, along with how this journal entry was made in the first place. However, at the end of the journal, a drawing was on the last page. Barely visible, but could still be made out. It was the girl, but older, and in a red cloak, seemingly happy with where she was. Did those men in the room die because of something the girl did? It’ll never be known.
