Once upon a time,a traveller asked the wise old men, “sir, may I ask, what is the truth?” The old man replied, “oh my child, truth is what actually happened and what’s a fact. The opposite of the truth is a lie, which is a very bad thing to happen.”
The traveller knitted her eyebrows and asked, ” dear sir, why is a lie a bad thing to happen?”
The wise old man chuckled and got up, dusting his robe of dust as he stood up, “a lie is a bad thing to happen because it hurts people, destroys relationships and makes everything good disappear.”
Now, the traveller was really curious, so she turned to the smiling old man and asked, ” then why was it that when I was given a truth today, I felt worst then when a lie was given to me. I felt immediately a shot through the heart that not spilt it but splattered it to a million bits, and strangely, the many bits of hearts felt like lead, as if my whole existence did not happen at all and all the two years I was searching for the real meaning of life and was about to make that final leap of faith, the two years were a lie in itself. I was ready to give my name in blood and be bonded for eternity to what I seek. But when I was given the truth I was instantly transformed to a place many avoid transgressing to. For fear of pain and suffering. I found myself in a very dark and cold place which I had no idea where. To make sure I was not lapsing into any dream state by spells, I took out my stealthy knife and cut myself not once, but four times, across the palm. I wanted to make sure I was not in a dream and to be jolted out of a nightmare if I were in one. The warmth of the blood that flowed out surprisingly calmed me down a little and the pain awoken something in me. It was a very fresh kind of sensation, to have your whole soul dispersed in the light right before your very eyes and it was kind of nonsense of me to do what I did. What was I trying to prove? Ah yes, I was trying to prove that I was really going to put my name in blood but of a different kind of blood treaty. I was going to put my name in blood to end everything that I seek. then sir, may I ask, in this instance, isn’t the lie better than having the truth, if since it hurts that much as compared?”
The wise man saw in the traveller’s eyes a pain which he has never seen in a mortal being before, the kind that tightens one’s heart rendering it helpless. He moved towards the traveller and offered a knife, saying, “only you and you alone can kill that beast that reigns in you. That stubborn monster that refuses to believe the truth given. The truth will really set you free but first you must set yourself free, for no one can do it, has the powers to do that, except for you.”
Without a word, the traveller took the knife and left. The old man sighed a little sigh and knew that even if the traveller did kill the monster, the carcass of it will always be around to haunt her. For now, for ever.
I should have known, when you still hold on to that ring, that you want the past back and not a future with me.
This is monster speaking 