The Battle

I am in Sindeath's custody. Locked up in His cell. The key thrown away. I am under Sindeath's control and power. I would be hopeless if not for Truth. Truth, I hear that you set captives free. You said you have defeated Sindeath. Oh, what a battle that must have been! Truth, I found you in my heart. Please forgive me for my rebellion. It was foolish for me to come here. It's so dark, dank, and dull. Here it is always night. The moon shows not. Nor do the stars shine. It is cold yet humid at the same time. Shifting in and about. No movement but a scurrying rat to and fro. No sound but the drip drip of stale water onto the floor. The only smell is of Flesh, Deception, and Sindeath. They all stand guard outside the cell's door. Flesh why did you have to keep pulling me to come here? Why did you persist so selfishly? I got loose of Truth's arms that were around me. Even though I saw you push Him further away I did not retalliate. I did not try and keep Truth close to me. Flesh you were so demanding and greedy. I didn't even realize when you summoned Deception. When he bound my arms behind my back, I noticed it not. We walked the pot-holed road that twisted sharply. Stumbling a many of times from the brier that layed atop. Despite the grooling path and gruesome stinch from the air we made it here to this jail, Camp Entrapment. I meet Sindeath, the door-keeper as we entered in. I would be left here to rot if it were not for Truth. It is so refreshing to know that within my heart I can call out to him. Without delay I cry out, "Truth, I need you. I'm sorry. Free me!" At once I hear commotion from outside. The main door of Camp Entrapment suddenly crashes to the dusty floor. It is Truth with a fire of compassion in his eyes. He is burning with desire to be reunited with me, Child. With Truth's coming Flesh and Deception flee. Yet Sindeath remains unwilling to forfeit his fort. Truth leaps unmericifully upon Sindeath. In spite of Sindeath's brandishing he was no match for Truth. Truth sends a powerful blow to Sindeath's side. Sindeath growns curled upon the floor. Truth motions toward the door of the cell and it disappears. Truth hikes me up on his back and begins the Journey. I exclaim, "Sindeath is not dead. You can finish him off for good!" "I know," Truth replies, "But it is not yet time." I ponder this for a moment and then ask him where we are going. He answers, "Back to our Father's house. A large feast is being prepared. When we arrive I will replace these rags you have on with a new wardrobe." I see the sun beginning to rise off in the distance. I proclaim, "It will be a splendid day." Truth adds, "Indeed."