Romans & histoires Pursuit Of The Truth

The little rays felt like the drawn lines on the night sky. "I will hunt. Hunt for the truth. Not every chase is successful, but I would keep trying until I hit the bull's eyes. You know why? Because it will all be worth it in the end." Somehow, he made the dilemma so easy. Right or wrong, good or bad, I don't have to think about all that in the venture. The only thing I should be sure of is finding the truth. Maybe the knowledge would break me, taint me but I know in the end I won't regret it.

“But there’s something that keeps bothering me. What if I was wrong? What if the truth I’ve been withholding isn’t the real truth?” The wolf paused as if contemplating my words. “You’ll never know until you seek the truth. Seeking truth is a noble quest. But remember that the truth wears many masks. To seek the truth, it is not just from others, but from within.”

Only truth. finally becoming undeniable.

With this rate, I was going to find out the truth late, but still, I wanted to know what was happening. “You really need to understand what you're doing. You're seeking the truth too fast. That's what got you into trouble the first time. You have to be careful when seeking the truth because most times it ends up killing you.” Well that was an ouch to my face. But to some extent maybe she was right. Maybe going after what was true was sometimes harder than imagined. My heart drummed, and I tried my best to ensure things fell in place but to some extent, it didn't.

I will be ready… not for acceptance, because that is out of my hands, but for truth. The hunt for answers began with paper and with questions. The real chase would take more than orders. It would require me to stand bare of title and plead with a woman I had cost something she could not measure. I thought of the hairpin and the flash before my eyes closed the night I had been hurt. I thought of how easy it had been to choose a narrative that kept me comfortable. I thought of how many moments might be salvaged if I dared to be honest. If I do not find the truth, it will haunt me. If I find it and fail to act, it will be because I cared more for face than for honesty. I had no intention of tha

--- Because once they reached the truth— --- There would be no more questions. --- Only consequences. --- And as the hidden pattern finally revealed a path toward its source— One final truth settled in: --- They weren’t just approaching the enemy. --- They were stepping into something that had been waiting for them all along.

"Sanity is negotiable. Truth is not." I reached out with my consciousness, diving deep into the spaces between realities. Hunting for the being that had shaped my entire existence. Hunting for answers that would either save everything or destroy it all.

How was I supposed to find proof of something that happened years ago, proof buried under my mother’s grave? “Evil deeds are easy to cover up with money but the truth can't be easily obtained, why? Why can't it be easier for the truth? Why must lies prevail? “No matter the circumstances, the truth will always find its way out. It can't be hidden forever,” Andy said. “Where do we even start?” I asked bitterly.

But was it worth it? “Yes?” I answered calmly and winced in pain when the cuffs shifted in my hands. “You have two choices now. Although we weren’t going to be that lenient with you, we have decided to give you the grace to speak the truth or go to the Trial of Truth. I smirked. I have only heard of it, never been there. They say the Trial of Truth is a ritual where one goes deep into the worst part of the woods, the Hunted Path. It is said that no one who ever went came back again, but if anyone were to come back, it would mean that they were innocent, and they would also learn the truth. But since no one ever came back, it could just be another way to execute people.

Evil can win once but not forever, and truth cannot be buried forever; this is the fact of life. To Be Continued.