The Battle Surrendered
I lifted my shackled wrists up and said wistfully, “I’m chained. I don’t know where the key is.”
He reached into a pocket on his tunic and took out a tiny gold object. “You mean this key?” Grinning at my surprise, he quickly bent to unlock the chains on my wrists and ankles.
“How did you know I was here?” I inquired as he unbound me.
“Well,” he replied, “I’m here to train you. And I can’t train you if you’re locked up like this.”
I decided not to push the question he had obviously avoided and let the conversation carry on. “Train me? Why?” I had read many stories of kids who were sucked into fantasy worlds and trained to be warriors for special missions. The thought that I could be like them filled me with jittery excitement.
“‘Why?’” he repeated, letting my final shackle fall to the floor. “You think you don’t need training?”
“No, no! It’s just that… why me? Why was I chosen to be trained? Why were those creatures after me?”
He looked me in the eye. “They are after all of you, dear heart.” With that, he turned back toward the rope, leaving me to follow and wonder what he had against direct answers.
It was fairly easy to climb out of the dungeon with my feet braced on the wall and my rescuer beneath me to give me a lift if I needed it. Soon, he and I were treading the green grass outside my prison. I shaded my eyes from the sun as I turned to look at the dreadful place. It was a single, tall tower without any doors or windows that I could see from this side. No banner flew from the top of this lonely turret, so I had no emblem to associate with the enemy who had captured me. The tower was set in the middle of a forest.
“Um, so, Sir…?” I let my sentence trail off and turned to look at my rescuer, who was busy coiling the rope. “Sorry. I didn’t get your name?”
“Jesus,” was the calm reply.
I balked. His grin returned as He added, “You wanted directness.”
Now I had to decide if it was a complete miracle or complete lunacy. The fact that He could read my mind pretty much ruled out insanity, but could it really be Him?
Before I could say anything, He stretched out His hand toward me. One look at the ugly scar marring His skin was enough to convince me. My mind spun.
He pulled me out of my circling thoughts by pointing out, “You were about to ask Me something?”
“Uh, yeah. When do we start… um, that is, when are You…?”
“When does your training begin?” He prompted.
I nodded, still dumbfounded.
“When you are ready,” He said.
I managed to squeak out, “Am I ready now?”
He smiled. “You tell Me. Are you?”
“I think so.”
“Yes. I’m ready.”
“Good. Then let’s get to work.” He shouldered the coiled rope and strode into the forest.
TBS: Part Two
TBS: Part One