Evan stood in a desert. It wasn’t any desert he had seen with his eyes; it was the desert of his mind. And no matter where he looked all he saw was the horizon.
He had no thoughts in this desert, no inner contemplation or wondering of his situation. He was content to stand in his desert of peace and tranquility, it was part of his being. Eventually he would wake in the morning and go about his daily tasks without giving a thought to his dreaming wanderings.
However that all changed when he saw the fire. He didn’t notice it at first but when he did, he couldn’t stop looking at it, thinking about it, wanting to control it – to make it his. All he had to do was walk toward the horizon, toward the wall of flame but he was scared. Scared because he knew the life he was living would be forever gone and he would have a new life – one of flame and power.
He had tried running away but couldn’t. His horizon was burning closer every night, enclosing him in his own power. The closer it came the faster it burned. He would be powerful, that he knew. He would control the burning element and he knew he should walk to his lost horizon.
He wasn’t going to. It was coming for him but he wasn’t going to it.