mango

Long long ago, before Earth existed. Before the stars
and the planet wandered in the sky existed only MANGO.
But Mango was not empty. Something much like people
lived there, but no dogs, cats, rabbits or birds. Only
people. People and cattle...
And oh yeah, things sucked. 
That was about to change.

***

- Where am I? Who are all those tall guys in white
coates with scissors and tongs and a variety of
strange and unfriendly objects in their hands? thought
Antrax. 
He turned his head and found himself in the arms of a
woman with long black hair and green eyes looking at
him smiling.  
- Oh, you must be the female wich has given birth to
me, said Antrax but the people around him heard
something completely different. Go go gahhhhh whi
brrrr.
- Babytalk! said a girl, also with long black hair and
green eyes looking down on her babybrother. 
- How cute. He is so chubby and bald, said a big man
with red hair and a big red beard just before he
kissed Antrax mother.
- Well thats just great! My NEW family is stupid.
Babytalk?? Canīt they understand the universal
language of Lipton? And Iīm not chubby!
Antrax started crying. 
A nurse came and told the rest of the family to leave
and said that the mother, Pandora, had to rest. 
They will both be home in no time at all, said the
nurse.

After a couple of days Antrax and his mother returned
to their home, a small square building in the
outskirts of the poor town of Minestrone.
What have i gotten myself into now.. thought Antrax
the second he was carried into the house.
Well inside the house he was warmly welcomed by his
father, Xenon, and his older sister, Bellinda.

Months past and Antrax got his first tooth. 
The following years nothing interesting happened in
Antrax life. 
When he was twelve years of age he and his family went
to the annual pagan harvest-festival (where people
drink and eat good food, worship pagan gods and
generally have a good time) in the great and
prosperous city of Antara. Poor as they were they went
up to the city, like most of the people, by foot. One
time they were passed by a rich priest in expensive
clothes on cowback.
- Bureaucrat, said Xenon with his voice filled with
despise and spat on the ground twice. 
When the finally arrived at Antara the family first
checked in at a cheap hotel. Since Antrax was a very
intelligent, but restless, 12-year old boy he went for
a walk down Antaras beutiful white streets made of
limestone. He walked and walked. His mind was filled
with all sorts of things. All of a sudden he found
himself standing outside a giant white building with
brown copper roof. He went inside. It was all quiet.
There were a lot of books. Antrax knew how to read and
write even though he had never learned to. He saw a
nice red book labeled ”how to raise taxes without
making the people angry”. Next to it was the book
”raise your income - take money from the poor” by
Goran. 
What is this? Antrax thought and became very angry. Do
the leaders read this crap? Well, it sure makes
sense... They are getting wealthier while the people
suffers and has less and less food to eat.
He was stopped in his thinking by voices down the
corridor. He decided to follow them. He walked fast
down the corridor and opened a brown door, probably
made of mahogany. Inside sat many priests and other
people that looked important. They were discussing how
to silent a riot among a group of peasants south of
Antara when suddenly Antrax came flying into the room. 
They looked at him for a few seconds then they
continued their debate.
Lets bring in the storm-troopers! That will teach
those foolish peasants a lesson, shouted one of the
priests.
- I think you should give them what they want, what
they deserve instead. Give them new jobs. More food
and a higher income, said Antrax.
The priests were surprised and looked at each other.
- Arenīt you a smart boy? But your opinion is insane.
Here, take a stool and some food from the table over
there and continue the debate with us, said a big man
in a brown cow-jacket.
- No way. I will never eat at your table. Hope you
have many nice riots to fight, Mandarins!
Antrax turned around and proudly walked out the door. 

It was dark outside when Antrax came home, tired from
the walk. The festival lasted for a few days. 
After a week the whole family were back in there
square house in Minestrone. 
What Antrax didnīt realize was that from this time on
he would always hate the people in the top of society. 

Years passed and when Antrax was 22 he left his life
in Minestrone. It was time for him to move into a
square small house of his own and raise a family and
live poorly ever after. Antrax couldnīt accept this so
he took his things and said his goodbyes to the rest
of his family.
He just wandered off, just like that day 10 years ago
in Antara. He didnīt know where to go so he just
walked nowhere special. He came to a tree. There was
moss growing on the north side of the tree. Therefor
he decided to head north. He walked for many days. 
When he had walked for 3 weeks he saw a burning bush.
The fire seemed special. The bush wasnīt harmed by the
flames and still it kept on burning. 
Hmm..Strange, he thought and continued walking.
A couple of days later another strange thing accured.
It was in the middle of the night and Antrax was
awaken by a strange sound. Again he thought, hmmm
strange. But he continued sleeping. Some hours later
he was awaken again. This time he didnīt know what
woke him up but he saw an eerie blue glow a few meters
from his feet. 
This is strange. Hmmm, he thought but put his head
back on the rock he used as a pillow. 
He dreamt about a voice telling him that he had a
mission to fullfill. That he was the chosen one. That
he was special.
When he woke up he said to himself: - Hmm... mighty
strange.
But he didnīt think anymore about it. Later that day
he came to a small lake. He bent down to take a sip
but someone knocked on his shoulder. 
He turned around and saw a man. 
- Are you stupid or something? asked the man in the
heaviest but warmest voice Antrax ever had heard.
- What are you talking about? said Antrax slightly
irritated.
- I am the one and only God. I am allmighty. You are
my chosen one. My prophet. And you are also very hard
to contact. I had to come down here myself from Eden,
where I and my friends live, to tell you a few things.
said God.
- Ok! start telling me, said Antrax a little
surprised.
- Your people, the cattle and this world, Mango, are
my first attempt to make a world. Everything worked
out just perfect untill my worst enemy came up with
his latest idea - bureaucracy. Certainly I could clear
this mess up myself but thatīs not my style. So I need
you to fix it. I need you to restore order. You need
to stop the unjustice. Restore anarchy! 
Well well, I gotta run. I have a racketball-game
against Gabriel. See ya! said God.
- What? How am I gonna do that? asked Antrax. But it
was to late. God had teleported..
After that day Antrax was a changed man. His eyes
shined and had a light of their own. He thought that
perhaps Antara was a good place to start. He was
wrong. He felt it. He also felt that he needed a
smaller army of believers that could accompany him.
Unfortunatly Antrax didnīt care about instinct. He
marched into the same old building in Antrax and
started telling his story to the priests. 
- I was chosen by God. You must stop your foolishness!
More power to the people. All the power to the people!
Anarchy! Antrax shouted.
The priests got angry and kicked Antrax out. He landed
hard on the white limestone pavement.
- Hmmm.. Better luck next time perhaps, Antrax thought
and started heading for the next big city. When things
failed there he moved on to the next one and so on.
After moving around world for 5 years and having no
progress he gave up this approuch. He had been kicked
out of every big city of the welth. He started
listening to his instinks. One day he was walking
around in a small fishing village. When he walked by
the harbour a man came up to him and introduced
himself as Peter.
- Are  you the lunatic who walks around saying you
some Gods chosen one and that anarchy must come again?
- yessss.. Antrax said, irritated that he had been
called a lunatic. I am Antrax. What do you want?
- Hmm.. itīs hard to explain, Peter said, but it feels
like I want to join you. can I?
Before Antrax could answer he was surrounded by many
other men and women who wanted to join him. 
Antrax suddenly felt happy. He now had a smaller army
of believers. They all continued to walk around in the
smaller towns. More and more people joined. One day
the came to Minestrone. Antrax and all the people that
had joined him walked the straight way to Antraxīs
house. Bellinda, Antraxīs sister, opened. 
- Antrax! Itīs you! Oh, I have missed you so! Where
have you been? etc. etc.
Then their parents, Pandora and Xenon, came to the
door and said about the same things as Bellinda. After
some smalltalk Antrax told them about the mission he
had got from God. 
- Well, I always knew you were special, said Bellinda. 
- Yes, he is, said a loud, deep, heavy but warm voice. 
Antrax, Bellinda, Xenon, Pandora and the whole crowd
of hundreds of people wich had joined all heard it and
looked on the roof of the small square house.
There he stood. God. He started speaking.
- It is time for me to speak. A lot of people has
gathered here today and itīs time to act. Go kick some
bureaucrat butt at Antara.
The crowd cheered. 
- Go now, said God, and take this. The holy grenade. 
Seconds later he disappeared.
***

- The rebels are coming! The rebels are coming!
shouted a guard at the citywall of Antara.
- Alarm the priests!
One of the soldiers told a recruit to run and tell the
priests the horrifying news.
He was fast and swift. In a matter of minutes the
priests of Antara were aware that their beautiful
limestone city was about to be stormed by hundreds of
rebels lead by a local lunatic named Antrax.
- Full defense at the east side of the wall.  They
will be a snack for the stormtroopers, said the leader
priest, Nilse.
The priest told the recruit to alarm the
stormtroopers.
Again he was swift and fast. After a couple of minutes
a great number of black knights with spears, axes or
swords in their hands on cowback were lined up at the
east side of the citywall. The rebels came. The battle
began. 
It was horrible. Far to horrible to describe. Many
martyrs met their fate.
Antrax somehow gets lost behind enemy lines. Somehow
he managed to stay alive by hiding behind some corps. 
He picked up the holy grenade and read on the back of
it. 
”Remove pin and throw it at your foe. The grenade will
not miss”. As he removed the pin he heard angels
singing in the sky and the battle stopped. Everyone
was watching Antrax. Hundreds of angels, stormtroopers
and rebels were watching him. Hundreds of eyes. Antrax
became slightly nervous but threw the grenade with
unhuman power over the city walls, over the city, over
the west city wall right into a wet and discusting
swamp.

- What a mess.. Blah! I will do it all over again.
Without any mistakes, said God and pressed escape. 
I think I will call it... Orange.. no.. hmm.. Earth?..

The End?

By: Mathias Andersson 9:2