The Bloodstained Sword (2013)

Gingerly, I reached out.

Sensation? Warm to the touch.

I jumped back,

Gripped by a sudden fear.

“I thought he was dead!”

My mind screamed.

“Now what?”

Eyes darting skyward, to each side–back to the earth.

No escape in sight.

A heavy sigh escaped from the giant’s lips.

An arm twitched; his eyelid fluttered.

“This is it!” I cried.

The hideous man was not dead, as I had hoped.

My attempt on his life had failed,

And I had no energy left to try again.

At the sound of my voice, the gruesome figure arose.

A terrifying growl filled the air as he examined his wounds.

“You will not rid me from your life!”

The awful words cut through the fog in my mind.

As I crouched, trembling and fearful,

I felt the snake-like cords wrap around my hands and ankles.

“Oh, will I never be free!”

Freedom was such an elusive thing.

Would I never find it, as others had?

Sinking to the floor, the tears began to flow.

The giant only laughed, and returned to his slumber.

Suddenly, a light flooded the tiny cell.

A knight in shining armor appeared,

His face as bright as the noon-day sun.

“Who are you?” I screamed.

“I AM.”

That was the only reply.

Was this my way of escape?

There was no harm in finding out.

The worse thing that could happen was death either way.

“Are you the One who saved my family and friends from imprisonment in this cell?”

I asked.

The beaming knight nodded, then held out a bloodstained sword, initialed B.I.B.L.E.

“Take it,” he commanded. “And kill the giant.”

“I cannot!” I exclaimed. “I’ve tried before, now my strength is all gone.”

“Take it,” he repeated, “and trust me–for my strength is PERFECT.”

Hesitation filled me, but only for a moment.

Adrenalin rushed through my veins as I grabbed the heavy weapon and raised it high above my head.

For a moment, I paused, looking down at the sleeping giant.

“Don’t tarry in the valley of decision,” the knight cried. “Kill the old man, NOW!”

With a swift blow I severed the giant’s head,

And the hand of terror felt limply to his side.

I looked up, and for the first time I saw a door.

Had it always been there?

I gazed in wonder as it swung open on its hinges.

The mighty knight pointed one shining finger towards the path beyond.

“You have taken the life of Giant Self,” he smiled.

“You’re free now–go and sin no more, lest you bring him back to life and be trapped again in this cell.”