The Darkness of Dundee

In the darkness of Dundee, there once dwelled a man named Borris. He lived with his taciturn wife, Adira, and two young children, Pim and Dim. One would say that this was one of the poorest families in the world. 

As years went by their financial situation grew weaker and weaker, not because they were running out of money, but because the richer citizens were getting even richer. 

One day, Adira went into the woods to collect their daily rations when she suddenly tripped over a thick root sticking out of the ground. Bleeding from the knees she got back up and dusted her clothes off saying “What luck.” A third person would call this natural Adira behavior; however, the woman had truly found her luck. “Mother of Christ. The peculiar root of the Boarabora tree.” She had found a rare treasure that is worshiped by all. By all. 

Adira rushed home, for the first time in her life, at a speed no one had seen her at before. “Money! Money! Money!” Borris, looked at the figure hasting towards him. He then saw The Root as it came closer and closer to him, until BANG!...Adira had crashed into her husband with the adrenaline rushing through her veins right now. “Borris I found money!” she said. “I found money.” 

In the weeks following the family kept visiting the spot where Adira tripped to collect more of The Root. Their lives were changing drastically. A better lunch today, a better toothbrush the next day. A better pair of shoes, a better house, a better husband. Adira was now a rich woman ruling her own household on her fingertips. Her life was perfect, except for the two pesky children she still had to keep because the judge wouldn’t give them to her poor husband. 

One day the two children fell sick, they started randomly coughing and demanding oxygen, as if it was something to give. Adira asked them to speak in clear sentences, fumbling upon her own words while doing so. Borris walked in. “Everything about this world, that you think is luxury living is a curse, our old lives were bad, but you fled one bad by living in another bad. Trees you cut down in the name of treasure, was the oxugen that gave you breath, and this urban world you entered is also a curse to the environment. You were better of with the trees and the woods.” He ended by saying “Lady luck favors he who tries.”