Living In Delusion

A question is made of the solution I find, and the story begins.

For a time things were fine, but fine became oh so insufficient.

Finally the king echoes the words that the hoard of messengers he has sent during my time here have not stopped speaking, whispering, and shouting, in hopes that the thought behind them might infect me.

"You are fooling yourself. You are delusional. You control and influence nothing."

I perk an ear as I feel myself depetrifying; something like a parley has begun.

"Such a strange bet to make at a time like this. What could you possibly wager though, that I lack?"

The king looks surprised, perhaps a bit shaken, but if so hides it well. "I control everything here, and it was no bet but the truth."

Both of my eyes pin his. "What is truth in a place so foreign and clearly artificied by the hands I see before me? What is such a statement of truth but a claim, but a bet, between two men that stand at a crossroads such as this? So I accept your statement. I accept your bet, and your wager, for it is clear I control nothing, here and anywhere I go. I claim nothing more. Keep what you have, and I shall retain what is mine." I *SNAP* my fingers on both hands, and kick the dust off both of my feet.

I am met with silence, as I sense delusion breaking and recrystallizing- mixed with some approximation of fear, the best he can muster at any rate now- all around the one who thought they had me trapped. Little do they know, the cage and the chain that hold me is the one that I allow.

"Perfect, then I take all that I am, all that we agree I still control, and head on down the road."

The story ends.

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