A heart for the World

Someone had a heart and the whole world was searching for it.

This heart was not beating in someone's chest but around someone's neck. Her name was "Sarah Saveour" and she held the key to our survival. She was The grandchild of a prominent French scientist, his favorite in fact. When he could not take her on the last known expedition to save mankind, he left her a gift, a gift for us all. A heart shaped locket. inside was the key to something that would change the world, at least what was left of it.

Water erosion, heat waves, and other unpredictable weather occurrences have made it difficult for what was left of mankind's survival. People turned to scriptures, false prophets and anyone who claimed to have a remedy. Scientists had given up. The only thing left was to leave. but only the elite had access. The rest of us were doomed to wander the earth looking for solutions. The meek had truly inherited the world. The people had become cold and cynical. Chaos was emanating. Then a message from above hit the airwaves that changed everything.

"My name is "Raphael Saveour." I am a Scientist, others have given up on you, I will not, I have given My Granddaughter a Gift to restore what I believe is the key to humanity, In a Heart shaped Locket around her neck holds a seed. This seed will Produce a tree that will balance life in the world and set in motion the plans for us all. Humanity has a second chance to use this Knowledge from the tree wisely." The race was on, and everyone was in search of "Sarah Saveour." The women with the Locket to save the world.

My name is "John Aider." I was part of the group who found her in an unsuspecting place. The church had taken this message seriously, and had a fond interest in these findings. They believed "faith" was the only way to save the planet, contrary to popular belief, The Church has always used Science to their advantage. This was a perfect opportunity. I also was torn between the two. That's why I volunteered. I've studied Anthropology, Botany and Osteology, which I have always said can work hand and hand. Seems " Raphael Saveour" was a believer of both as well.

The first tree dated back millions of years in Mesopotamia. It produced what is known as the forbidden fruit. Told in every known religion in the world, it awoke the first man and women to see the world through God's eyes. Stories through History have spoken on how access to this tree and its fruit would give knowledge to those in search of the truth and the original plans for man. Now we search for how to save our world and everyone in it. "We" at some point become cancerous. Every gift we were given has become a curse, "Greed" being the most heinous of them all.

Our Journey began in the states. It was the least Chaotic of places at this time. But it would not be for long. I've seen my Home in Canada Go down in flames, and it was spreading. We were told Sarah was put in hiding ever since the broadcast. Her family carefully looked after her and used their connections to keep her safe. After a long search "Louisiana" was where we ended up. In a small church in "New Orleans French quarter" Founded by a Nun Named "Henrietta De Villa". Once a descendant of slaves in bondage she found God and changed her families legacy forever. It was almost divine finding her here in this meek of all places, but there she was.

My eyes never blinked from the moment I saw her. Her skin was as olive as the Mediterranean and her eyes were as hazel as chopped wood. Her hair was as black as the sky with no moon or stars. She could not speak, and could not hear, but she didn't have to. Her eyes spoke in ways her mouth could not, around her neck was the locket, in the middle of the heart was a key hole. I knew this was too easy. But I was all in! We found refuge hoping Church to Church, the only establishments still functioning in similar ways detailed in scriptures like the old days. There was talk of rebuilding what was left of our broken system, but tribalism got in the way. Groups of armed like minded individuals "stockpiling weapons'' came together to gloat on how "right" they were all those decades prior. They felt as if they should be in charge. Fighting had begun in the streets. We had a task at hand. Find the key, plant the seed.

There were not many fertile soil regions left. We headed to where it was moist and wet. The only destination that was left was small parts deep in the Amazon. How would we get there, the world we knew was no longer safe, word had spread about Sarah. There were more enemies than friends now. What was more important? Sarah's safety or the Locket ? Only she knew where the Key was! We will find a way, we must.!