I was helpless. Each moment seemed as if the skies would open up with pouring rain and drown me in a sheet of thick, heavy water. Everywhere I turned, the gloom pervaded. The air was still. Several pairs of eyes looked at me from down below, waiting for me to realize that my time was up.
Except one. Those eyes locked in on me as if it didn't matter whether I lived, but that if I surrendered to what seemed to be an inevitability, I surely will end.
"Just continue working."
The storms hit with relentless ferocity and repeated urgency. Giant wallops landed on me, and several times I fell to the floor. But if I was going to be subsumed by this deluge, I might as well as depart with a straight face. I persevered.
It came. Like a new season. Slowly, but inevitably and undeniably.
My feet rose. My heart beat with a rhythm unbenownst to me hitherto. I started smiling effortlessly and without reason.
The convulsions that previously threatened to consume me suddenly lost their unworldly powers and crashed at my feet. My footsteps signalled promise, my voice echoed, my words hung in the air. The devils had seen me. And they had blinked.
Nothing lasts forever. One day, I will be crowned king!
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