The Elements of Fear

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Fear is a terrifying emotion. It is agonizing, brutal and intense.

It grips us in a paralyzing vice like grasp. It cradles us, and slowly strangles us, stealing our rationality and reason. It can consume our sanity and destroy our souls.

Fear can be evasive, it can sneak up on us, slowly peeking around the corner, waiting for that right time to strike. Then we are left in a compromised state to remedy such an unwanted emotion.

Fear can be petty. There are people with irrational fears of bugs, animals, prowlers and even food.

Fear intensifies emotions and temporarily dulls pain. The more fear a person faces the stronger they become. I saw fear in Thorn's eyes every time he left for battle and retained strength when he returned.

In Dante's dungeon fear and pain danced an elegant, beautiful, twisted, tragic, and deadly dance of destruction. It wasn't the pain I feared, but for my life, every time the leather whip bit and tore my flesh. Fear showed it's ugly head every time I heard his foot steps and every time I saw a sadistic grin on his beautiful, corrupt face.

What do we really fear? We fear our own death or a loved ones demise. We fear pain and agony. Many of us fear loneliness and solitude while others welcome it.

Ultimately, fear does nothing for us, it does not help us in any way, shape, or form.

Fear is a wasted emotion.

A/N: This will be the last update for quite a while. As much as I enjoy writing this story I have only a few short weeks left to edit and publish my novel 'Chernobyl Graveyard.' I won't be updating this story again until AFTER. I'm sorry but it's my fault for being so lax.  If you haven't already I suggest you check out the pieces I've written from Thorn's perspective, they both take place after Darva's torture and fairly short.

Comments and votes are always appreciated (also any grammar or spelling mistakes you find that I missed)

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