This piece is by Nicolas Knight.
He hit the table in anger again. This task had to be the most unprecedented and costly step he was about to take towards Freedom. He sent out a prayer, and as the blood from his hand dripped onto the page, he asked the Gods to free him and bring his creation to life. The writer would speak to ghosts in this strange land hoping they were kind and of this place, but little did he know these were just fragments of his lost deranged mind slowly sinking deeper into the silence and cage of this cell the Moth people had created. “You shouldn’t be doing that.” The voice snapped. “I will do what I must do to survive and rise from this place. You watch me.” Replied Sam. Suddenly, the guards came rushing down and apprehended him taking him out of his cell to the “masters” chambers.
The Land of the Moth and the Moth Cult had taken him as their “chosen” few to imprison for their nefarious reasons, unknown to Samuel. He would remember sitting at home and the luxuries of his life no more as time started to take hold of him and his mind, and the pit revitalized him after every single fatal injurious thing they had done to him. Though still inside his mind, he would think of brighter and greener pastures and never give in no matter what, even when faced with death itself. The master was said to know of magical things, and this is what Sam was doing. He had overheard the guards talking one day when he decided to quit sitting around and DO SOMETHING! So, he took the Gods of this land in and in blood brought to life just one thing.
“Please HELP ME!!!” Screamed Sam. “I’ve BEEN SITTING HERE FOR SO LONG I JUST WANTED TO GET OUT!!!” The guard questioned him and then threw him into a dark room. “Damnit, when will this END?” There was chit chat in the background, and Sam rolled over flat on his back. He was dirty, his mind a reck, everything hurt, and he had a constant sense of paranoia from the entities that would exist there. *BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ* The room lit up, and electric charges sent through everything making his ears ring and eyes squint as he would almost strive to see clearly but never could. There was a person behind a transparent wall. “WHAT DID YOU BRING HERE?” Shouted the master. “I’ll never tell anyone.” Said Sam. “AAHGHHH!!!” The room now alit with electric energies focused on him, terrorizing and agonizing him to the bone.
Somewhere the magical writing utensils appeared, which was unknown to the master or The Cult of the Moth. These would make their way to him in time, he knew. “AAHGHHH!!!” Screamed Sam. “WELL, IF YOU WON’T TELL ME, I WILL KNOW FROM MY MAGIC!!! BEGONE!!!” The guard then escorted him back to his cell, and when he got there. He checked everywhere until reaching under his pillow and pulling out a brown tied up package that read:
From: The Gods
Ripping it open in a flash, he found many writing utensils and a magical pencil covered in a dark crimson aura. He chose this and then found some paper and started to write. It had been so long since he had known this type of Freedom, so the first thing he did was write down, “create someone who can tell me about this place and free me from the people in my head.” Somebody answered Sam’s prayer to the gods, and what he had wished for with his magic? To create something that creates anything! “Genius,” Sam said with a sigh of relief. He then saw a woman appear, and she told him all about the land of the moth. She told Samuel that it was a magical place of dreams, and The Cult of the Moth specialized in magic and abducting people for sadistic rituals to their Gods. Long ago, this did not happen, and the Gods were happy until the moth people twisted everything for their own making.
“So, what will happen to me?” Asked Sam. “In time, as you are of the chosen few, the moth people will kill you in the name of their Gods.” Replied the female. Sam then wrote a story about the Gods’ redemption and the moth people ending their abuse of power and stopping their sadistic routines, and then it came to be. “This was dishonorable.” Said Sam… “And a nightmare…” He thought for a moment upon what else he wanted. He then concluded that where he desired to go is to a place far away and never hear from any of these people again, so down wrote: “There was an enormous moth that took Samuel to the edge of the universe. Samuel could survive there among the stars in peace, and NO ONE would bother him or his paper and magic pencil. So he flew on the back of the moth through first the clouds and then the entire universe, trillions of stars rushing past his eyes and space objects. He then landed and looked outward into the edge of the universe.
“What does a man want who has nothing?” He asked. At this point, nothing had been appealing to him. He had his alone space far away from the land of the moth. He had his pencil for Freedom to never be shackled again, and he had his information about everything that had taken place. “Let me live somewhere far away as another person, just not me.” Said Sam into the writing. “Let me forget this ever happened and feel free to be myself again.” Down wrote Sam. “Let my body, mind, and spirit turn to dust, and the stars take me wherever I need to be. So that one day I may be great again.” Sam wrote in his paper. “In another life.” The pencil broke on the page he had written, and his head hit his chest as he floated in space. As he drifted away, he thought about the universe and his life in the cell flashing before his eyes. He smiled and then said, “Freedom… Comes at a cost….”