6. Trials & Conquests
The word for your Logbook is – WAY.
Sparks couldn't see but could feel the darkness pressing in from both sides. A cold stench in the air turned their stomach as fear gripped the core of their being. Instinctively, they pushed out their hands in front of them in a defensive stance. Immediately, light emerged from their fingers and streamed in all directions. The darkness withdrew, and a soft glow surrounded them.
Sparks discovered this part of the journey to be a training ground, encountering fears and releasing hidden strengths. Emotional battles from the past reared up in front of them – as real as they were, though twice as large. Confidence grew with each one laid low, dragons and demons alike. Sparks' pulse was racing, sweat pouring, and as energy ebbed, a new foe appeared. Thoughts passed through their mind – how long would this take, and how many more battles would there be?
In this arena, time does not exist, the rules of the inner universe differ, and Sparks must use them to their advantage. Pure and natural strength was forming, based on clarity and truth. There also seemed to be more than enough room for self-acceptance and kindness.
Many aggressors of numerous sizes and guises advanced against Sparks. Eventually, each one fell to the sword or through sheer exhaustion of battle. Sparks was beginning to feel invincible, though there were scars to be seen where wounds had been inflicted. Sparks became aware of an invisible force, both behind and at his side – alerting him to incoming blows. These skills cannot be taught but learned by doing.
The battle was won, and a time of quiet preparation before travelling deeper still. The presence of darkness didn't trouble them, knowing that, should it come too close, they had the power to dispel it. Sparks’ integration with the game had grown their confidence tenfold.
Turn back to your Logbook. What are you feeling? How have you grown? What have you learned by doing? What gifts am I gathering into my Toolbox?
Now, head off to the next checkpoint – Nemesis, we are about to face our fear.