The Cult

This was no place for an independent thinker. The moment we entered, in reality there literally was no way out. Sadly, no one knew anything about the rituals because they only breezed through the manual. We all had no clue what we signed up for. Every month we all engaged in a ritual of drinking and giving are life over to a deity that we knew nothing about. As the cult leader took us all in like we were family behind the scenes he was stealing then selling our souls. None of us had the power to end this, we were all trapped inside of this cult.

In the fields I noticed a small opening in the gate so I ran hoping to escape. Sadly, we had no power. We had no way out. Running as fast as I could I ended up trapped on a nearby cliff. 

“Oh, God!” I said looking down at a field of bones.

This was the only way out.

The truth is that the world has no heroes, because we all die in the end.

Or do we?

The truth is that there was no freedom if I went back.

I thought I had a choice, but honestly I didn’t have an army to over power the cult so I jumped.

Falling into what looked like a sea of bones was actually freedom.

For a moment I thought I’d jumped to my death but I was actually flying.

I wasn’t afraid anymore.

Fear was my biggest enemy.

While flying I now didn’t see a sea of bones, I saw my reflection soaring above the mirrored water. 

This is what it took to defeat the cult.

A leap of faith…

Freedom