"Moses, where are we going?"
"The Promised Land!" Moses shouted. "Do I have to remind you every five minutes? Jesus!"
"Who?"
"Never mind," said Moses, rubbing his temples with a calloused hand. "Anyway, we'll set up camp here tonight. Tomorrow I'll hike up that mountain and see if I can see anything in the distance."
Eliezer lowered his head and walked away from the prophet, muttering under his breath. He was a young man of few wits, but he was gentle-hearted and full of passion. After reaching his friends and family, he sat with them around the fire as thoughts drowned his mind. At the encouragement of his friends, he relieved the burden of his thoughts onto them.
"I don't think Moses knows where he's going," he spoke, hesitantly, his eyes darting back and forth in the light of the fire. "How many years have we been wandering around in this desert? He says he's going up that mountain tomorrow. The last time he walked up a mountain, he came back down with a bunch of new rules! This is crazy!"
"So what are you proposing, Eliezer?"
Eliezer told them of his plans and, after much deliberation, the group vowed to follow him. That night, the group stole away and set a course of their own through the burning sands. Eventually they reached the great seas and, deciding that the Holy Land must be somewhere far away from this desolate place, constructed a great fleet to carry them over the waters. Time passed and brought them to the shores of a new land, where the land was verdant and littered with foreign flora and fauna. Here it was that they settled, with Eliezer as their ruler. This is the origin of the Tribe of Eliezer, later to become known as the Kingdom of Eleazar under the wise governance of Eliezer's son, Eleazar (who begot Eliazar, who begot Harold, who begot Eleasar).