The Manifest Destiny


Before us stands a tall barn, where the animals roam free and munch on the grass below them. A country boy is seen not too far off in the distance, picking ripe crops before they’re left ignored. We pan to the left towards the vegetable garden, where a homely lass is pouring water to help them grow. Left of that is a stable, which houses a large quantity of horses and a couple riders. They appear to be arguing over whose horse is faster than the others in order to enter them in the derby.

“During the middle of the nineteenth century, Americans were starting to believe that the lord had prophesied their expansion to the west. Acquiring the Louisiana Purchase from France helped encourage this belief and opened new markets for the populous to make a living off of, such as the fur industry.”

The emotion’s voice breaks the serene nature of the land as it walks in front of the stables. None of the riders seem to notice it, but all of the horses do, which makes them neigh and attempt to break down the doors. The riders stop bickering and try to calm them all down, which doesn’t seem to help.

“The native Americans, however, were living on the land that they wished to expand upon. The Federal government had previously signed multiple treaties and acts that prevented states from forcefully removing the tribes, as it was their right to not have their land invaded unless authorized in just wars established by congress. Although colonizing new states like Texas, California and Oregon, the statesmen’s frustration of the Indian territories began to grow. It was land that could be used to raise their families, after all.”

The ruckus causes the younger gentleman and the gardener to stop what they’re doing and rush over to the scene of the crime. When asked what happened, the riders respond with confused murmurs. This elicits a soft chuckle out of the emotion, which goes largely unnoticed due to the chaos. Silently, the emotion approaches a stall door, keeping its ‘eyes’ on the family trying to keep everything in order.

“It was then that the Indian Removal Act was signed in by then president Andrew Jackson. It was estimated that seventy to one hundred thousand natives were relocated to reservations in smaller areas of the United States. Those that refused were killed in wars  that saw the near elimination of their tribes. Nearly five thousand Indians to the armies one thousand suffered fatalities. Those that survived either adapted to the Christian majority or were sold as slaves in California.”

Doubt removes the latch from the door, resulting in the horse breaking out and running away from the masked creature. The family pauses briefly before running after the equine at a breakneck pace.

“Your ancestors managed to survive the near genocide, Thomas. Congratulations. Now that we’re destined to fight each other again, you have to ask yourself if history will be repeated. You have found yourself fighting against forces that can easily overpower yours, through force or through coercion. Take Harrison and Royal for example. You managed to overcome the struggles, but during those bouts, we’ve seen you imprisoned, outcast, humiliated and beaten.”

The emotion chuckles again as it proceeds to remove more latches while the family is away. Ten horses have been released before anyone runs back to make sure the others have pulled the same stunt. Panicking, the youngest family member decides to to bother with the stable doors and heads outside.

“I can sense your fire, Hawk, and it’s dying out the longer you fight. That’s why you needed the help of the dragon, isn’t it? To provide the strength you lack in order to eliminate us? Or do you need him because you lack the confidence to do it yourself? Your ventures with Scarecrow have driven you to the limit, as your recent conflicts have shown. I’ve noticed that, even though you submit to your primal urges to brutalize your opposition, you’ve been failing to accomplish the task.”

The barn door begins to close before Doubt can unlatch another door. Darkness envelops the interior as the boy takes a small sigh of relief.

“You’re letting your inner Wendigo manipulate you again, shaman. It is impossible to fight your problems when they exist on an existential level. Embrace it, or risk being imprisoned by your own mind.”

Seemingly ignoring the laws of reality, Doubt phases through the door as if it wasn’t there. The small child notices the emotion and its ability to walk through solid matter and screams out of surprise and fear. Before the emotion can make any kind of response, the boy runs off towards the horses, possibly warning the family of what he saw.

“As for you, Solomon? Consider what kind of war you’re waging before firing the first shot. Allying with the native might be the morally right option, but it isn’t the wisest move on your part. If you’ve watched the fights me and Smiley had not only against others, but also ourselves, you’ll realize just how far we’re willing to take a fight. We seek to expand our dominance throughout this entire federation, no matter who chooses to stand in our path.”

Doubt chuckles once more as it begins to walk away from the farm, happy with the chaos it managed to create.

“Knock Knock. Who’s there? Columbia, ignorance’s worst nightmare.”

With that, the scene fades to black.