A Loss of Faith
I remember what he told me the night before. It burns into my mind and fills me with zeal. It’s all so simple now, the answer easy to grasp.
All I have to do is lose my Faith.
The room is dark and quiet. A man, no longer young yet not quite old, slides a sharpened sword into its scabbard.
All these years I’ve felt that he was my apprentice, someone who still had a lot to learn. It must be true then, that the teacher can still learn things from his students.
In the darkness, a door opens and a figure steps silently into the hallway.
The things that I believe in bring me to where I am now. I’ve held to my beliefs. I’ve been faithful to them, and done my best to stay this way…
And what has it brought me?
Pain.
Unhappiness.
Loneliness.
The figure stops outside a door, as if waiting for something. After a moment, he enters, closing the door quietly behind him.
Until now. He’s told me how to fix this problem. How to make my life worth something again.
Lose my Faith.
The man stands over a bed.
In the bed, a beautiful woman lay sleeping. Her dark hair shimmers in the moonlight as it pours in from the window.
As she lay there sleeping she smiles. “Lance”, she whispers quietly.
My Faith is what has made my life miserable, into the darkness that it is now.
My Faith in goodness.
My Faith in people.
My Faith in my ideals.
It must stop.
I must kill my Faith.
The sword flies from its scabbard in a flash of moonlight as the woman slowly opens her eyes.