Cherreads

Chapter 60 - Liar, King, Thief

The clearing was silent, bathed in the pale light of a dying moon. Iyi stood in the center, the sponge's glow faint but steady in his palm. Around him, shadows gathered—not of spirits or ancestors, but of three distinct figures: the Liar, the King, and the Thief.

They were not strangers. They were fragments of himself—echoes carved out of past mistakes, triumphs, and betrayals.

The Liar stepped forward first, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes glittered with cunning, masking a deep well of fear. "You forget me," he said softly. "But I was the first mask you wore. I twisted words and wove illusions to survive."

Iyi nodded slowly. "I remember. You kept me alive when truth was too dangerous."

"But at what cost?" The Liar's smile faltered. "How many lives were shattered by the webs we spun?"

The King took a step forward next. Regal and proud, his cloak woven from gold threads that shimmered even in the dim light. "And I," he said, voice deep and commanding, "was the ambition you chased. The hunger for power and respect. I built empires from nothing."

Iyi's gaze held the King's. "You taught me strength. But you also bred arrogance."

The King's eyes narrowed. "Pride is a double-edged sword. Without it, you are nothing."

Finally, the Thief emerged from the shadows. Hardened and scarred, his hands stained with the weight of countless stolen moments and broken promises. "I was the one who took what was never mine," he said, voice rough with regret. "I was desperate, reckless, and careless."

Iyi exhaled, feeling the pain of the Thief's confession. "But you also showed me survival. When there was no other way, you kept me breathing."

The three figures circled Iyi, their voices weaving into a tapestry of confession and challenge.

"To move forward, you must reconcile with us," they said in unison. "Face the truth of who you were, and who you are."

Iyi closed his eyes, the weight of their words settling deep within. He saw flashes of his past—the lies told to strangers, the fleeting moments of power grasped and lost, the shadows of theft and betrayal that haunted his conscience.

He thought of the sponge glowing faintly in his hand—the symbol of his journey, of trials faced and lessons learned.

With steady breath, he spoke aloud.

"I am all of you. The liar who feared the truth. The king who sought respect. The thief who fought to survive. But I am more than the sum of these parts. I choose to be better. To heal the wounds you left."

The shadows flickered, the figures dissolving into mist that drifted away on a gentle breeze.

Iyi opened his eyes, feeling a newfound clarity and peace.

The path ahead remained uncertain, but he was no longer burdened by the ghosts of his past alone.

He was ready to face whatever came next.

More Chapters