Real (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

      We didn’t see it, didn’t even sense it, yet it was there, lurking in the shadows. We didn’t even know how big of a threat it was until it was upon us. There, always there, lurking in hiding, waiting for us in preparation to strike when we least expected it; and expect it we did not. Terror took form out of nowhere, showed up suddenly, and fought with driven vengeance. The terrible monster took hold and drove it’s claws called lies into our souls.

         This was the beast called Fear, and it was there to destroy and kill. It was cunning. It was fast. It was unpredictable and we were there simply living life when it made it's appearance; calm and joy were destroyed in that encounter. We were it's enemy and we didn't know it until it was too late, for the beast is skilled at camouflage. We were those attacked, and we felt the paralyzing effects of lies within our very beings, a poison that spread quickly, seeking our downfall that nearly brought about our end that day...and then we fought back.

          We battled this once hidden Fear, facing down it’s many varied heads and attacks that followed. Truth became swords and shields as we rose against it, clinging to what was real: the Truth. We chose to strike with what was true rather than be struck down with the beast’s vile “what if?” games leveled against us over and over. We held to our powerful weapons without giving ground. We closed our very souls to each attack aimed at us and carried out with ruthless hatred and efficiency. We commanded it to leave as each attack against us was made and this enemy of our souls and sanity was driven back in forceful defiance. The poison left and could not hurt us anymore, Fear retreated and ran away faster than anything we’d ever witnessed before or since. We held Truth in and around us like the defense it was, the defense it had become, now standing ready with these once intangible virtues that were becoming our saving grace, were manifesting to something practical and real. We were protected completely as we looked on at the fleeing villian and the victory now making it’s way to our very selves. We were empowered and made strong at long last. We were now equipped and no longer left to this once masterful enemy of us all: the dragon called Fear. We hoped once more and it was here that we found hope becoming the final pieces of needed armor for our necessary defense of our souls throughout all we were. We were now made complete as the once thought setback and downfall was finally revealed as our setup to the way we were made to walk and live in: Truth and Hope.

          Fear was real that day, took form and fought, but it would not defeat Truth, not defeat what was truly real and good, and we were not conquered when virtues were manifested and more real than we had ever known before.

Note About The Piece: This piece is inspired by the question, "What if fear were personified?" , and this piece was my answer to that question.

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