The Reclaimer

The history of the Reclaimer is a mostly forgotten story. What is known is that he was not born a Reclaimer. He did many things mostly great, but a few terrible; then one day, almost as a penance for his terrible deed he wandered into the Shifting Sand wasteland and became the Reclaimer.

He is tall, slender, and odd-looking. His face bears intimidating scares and a large crooked nose. His general appearance is unkempt and heavily weather-beaten. His clothes are of no value or fashion. He has lived in this unwelcoming environment for so many years he seems to have become part of it.

He has nothing but a thick, coarse rope. This he holds as he stands tall upon the risen path, always looking out at the timeless, sun-scorched desert.

The few travelers that pass him upon the path scurry by, trying to avoid drawing his attention. He takes no notice of these; his focus is for others, those lost. He sees a speck on the horizon. In one fluid motion he swings his lassoed rope into the air and releases it. The rope soars an unbelievably far distance almost as if it were a living thing, towards the speck.

Occasionally the rope lands in the empty sand; undeterred, he recoils it and waits, alert for the next opportunity. Other times the rope finds its target. He tightens his hold as he begins his long, exhausting work.

His arms and back were strong from years of this continual work. Sweat from his exertion drips into his eyes. Not a moment is spared to wipe his stinging eyes.

The Shifting Sand sensing the threat of losing some property, lays a firmer grasp upon its possession. At this point the speck can be seen clearly, a Truvian.

This is the point which the lassoed one has to decide if he or she will join in the fight with the Reclaimer or give up. Some find the burn of the rope more terrible than the prospect of being lost in the sea of sand. These slip the rope off and are swept away.

Others refused to be lost a moment longer; these struggle against the sand. It is a fierce battle won inch by painful inch, until they have reached the firm ground of the risen path.  

The Reclaimer offers his hand to the exhausted but victorious one. What is needed to recover and restart their journey of living is offered them. Then he returns to his lonely post, scanning the horizon for others. There were so many.

All who live in Truth, if you should find yourself in the Shifting Sand wasteland and come upon such a one as described above don’t be afraid of or think poorly of him. Give him respect and offer the food and resources you can spare. You might one day be a speck on the horizon.