The Truth

This story is set in the same universe as the previous one.  (These characters still haven’t told me their names).  The word prompt came from the WriYe DreamWidth: Truth is the only safe ground to stand upon.


He could feel them watching him, even though he couldn’t see them.  A shudder shook him and he bit his lip.  He wanted to pretend that it was the cold that made him shiver.  Dressed as he was, the lie would be an easy one to believe.  However, it was a lie and the watchers would know that.

He strained at the bindings on his wrists and squinted to the darkness.  “You’ve got me,” he said, his voice strained.  He let his eyes closed and rested his head on his arms.  In a soft voice, he spoke the truth.  “I’m scared,” he said.

It was as if a switch had been thrown.  The room brightened and he could hear voices – familiar voices.  They were calling to him.  His friends were searching for him.  Shivering again, half-expecting someone to try to silence him, he called, “I’m in here!”

A familiar face appeared in the doorway on the far side of the room.  She smiled faintly.  “We didn’t think we’d find you,” she said, rushing to his side.  She cut the bindings on his wrists and then wrapped a cloak around his shoulders.

He let himself relax against her as they checked him over.  “I’m not hurt,” he said, his voice soft.  “I was just… badly shaken.”

“Not like you to admit to something like that,” the healer said, frowning.

A wry chuckle shook him and he sighed.  “Sometimes… the truth is all you’ve got.”


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