Sword of Truth

Truth is a sword that cannot be broken.

It will not corrode, and shall never rust, despite the onslaught of illusions and lies. It will not shatter, nor will it break, despite the wrath of shadows and strife. It defends the righteous from the legions of the enemy, separating the light from the darkness, with its razor-sharp edge. It guards the authority to command armies of angels, with the name of the Divine, engraved upon its blade…

And it is calling.

Truth seeks a warrior worthy of wielding its power, a spirit deserving of its glory, exalted and unashamed. With the emblem of the eternal carved upon its sheath, it is a weapon that chooses the bearer, a destiny that creates its path. Searching the hearts of men and angels, it tests the works of the chosen, as gold is purified by fire.…

And it calls you.

For you are a warrior, and worthiness is within. You are a fighter, and your glory lies therein. You are a master, and true power rests inside. You are a seeker, and your destiny awaits beside…

So you rise.

You enter the lair of the sword of truth, impaled into the rock of fate. The jagged stone swallows the blade, that many have failed to extricate. You doubt your will, your path to fulfil, that you may be like they. But your victories past, your future vast, promise there is a way…

So you grasp its shining hilt, daring to lift it out of its place. But your strength is not enough, and doubt expands its embrace…

And a thousand times you try, with the power in your veins; yet the rock is defiant to yield, and futility is in your strains…

So you let go. 

You stop striving.

And you believe.

Lightning from heaven impales the rock, splitting it into halves of two; and the sword of truth is freed from stone, as your faith dares to break through. You hold the hilt in your trembling hand, as power flows into your soul; the majesty from angels high, a blessing in its whole. The sword beckons from its glowing blade, speaking of mysteries true; whispering of the power of love, for destiny’s call is due. You listen to its enchanting sound, resonating with every word; compelling you to fight the enemy’s lore, with the authority thus conferred…

And you are afraid.

A prayer exits your plaintive lips, coursing towards the light. As you kneel before the broken stone, seeking to make it right. Silence fills the empty halls, as you complete your rite. So you listen for the answer true, until the dawn of night…

And heaven replies.

The light declares that it is done, that you are not alone; but a sacrifice must be made, to make its presence known. You must be willing to let go of fear, to truly see Divine; then you shall join the heavens’ host, through not your will but thine…

So you let go…

And you surrender…

And you believe.

The sword blooms into burning flame, before your awestruck eyes; and dips its point onto your shoulder, upon you to baptise. Light fills your Being whole, and bliss inundates your soul; as the power of heaven declares upon you, a loyalty and role…

Find the other divine artefacts, and you shall be ready to fight; it will be hard, as all things worthy are hard, but you shall see the light. And forevermore, you shall be exalted, for your deeds upon this earth; as long as you fulfil your duties, a new world you shall birth…

You are afraid.

But you smile, knowing, that you are ready.