The Man stood at the edge of his land, a barren grassland, where few trees grew and food was not easy to come by. On the other side of the Great River, he saw a green patch through his sights. He immediatly set about chopping down the few trees on the shore and in a day's time, he had built a boat. Not wanting to waste any time, he set out to the other side of the river.
Once he reached his destination, he found that it was rather comfortable and pitched a hut by the shore. It was not exactly a forest but, compared to the dryland he had departed from, there were more trees and more food, compared to the dryland he had departed from. He was happy... for a while.
It was not long before he began hating his situation. There was food and shelter, but it was not enough. There were trees, but the timber was of poor quality and he wanted his house to be grand. There was food, but he was still able to afford only two meals a day and he wished for four. No, this was not enough.
He reached the traversed the breadth of the land and soon found himself on the banks of another Great River. He whipped out his sights and gazed far, for this river was broader than the last one. He finally noticed another patch. This one was even greener. Once again he built another boat and set sail.
It was a relatively rougher ride, but his perseverance had won and he finally made to the 'greener' bank. He was overjoyed, for everywhere all around him were trees of the finest timber and the whole place was full of life. He could easily build himself a grand house and eat four times a day. He built a grand house of wood and hunted whenever he was hungry. He was happy... for a while.
The Beast in him became restless once again. He wanted more - Something he could take back to his village and live happily ever after; Something that would buy him everything that he could ever desire; Something that would summon to his side the hardiest and most loyal servants, so that he never needed to work again; Something that would win him the hand of the most beautiful girl, so that he could boast to his friends and raise a beautiful family.
He set out across the breadth of the land and came to yet another Great River. Once again, he whipped out his sights and gazed far. However, this time he did see any green. He saw gold. He immediatly knew that he had finally found his Something - Gold! Without a second to spare, he cut down the nearest trees and built a boat. This boat was cruder than his previous ones, but he only needed to get to the other side of the river.
He set out on his third Voyage.This was even harder than the last one as the currents were strong and a storm was brewing. After much difficulty he managed to reach the 'golden' shore, but his boat did not make it. Clambering onto the shore he scooped the gold with his hands, but was struck with horror as he realized that the 'gold' was only sand.
Cry, he did, for his disappointment knew no bounds. The Beast had blinded him and he had followed it without thought. He knew that he deserved it now. He could not go back as he could not build a boat - there were no trees. He repented for not having built a sturdy one.
Resigning to his fate he decided to cross the desert and seek his fortune. He crossed the first dune and a sight met him - that of a long trail of bones stretching as far as the eye could see, that of the travellers who had come here before him. They had blindly followed their Beasts too.
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