Secrets of the Three

Let me tell you about the First of the Three. I hate his guts, he is so full of principles, so full of make-believe righteousness. He mimics feeling like it was his own and uses it to influence other people.

He plays with minds, that is what he does best. And there, he succeeds. Me? I am but a hindrance to the First. This is why I am locked up in the far recesses of One. He succeeds now. But what will happen if he discovers that everything he lived for was founded in lies?

He will come running to me like a baby. I, the Second, whose truth he denied. I am truth. No matter how hard it is to swallow. He denies it because he is an idealist. He believes impossible things. He believes in a perfect world where everything is planned and provided for. He thinks he can turn the tide, and his faith in the High one will conquer anything.

He will fall. And then the will of the One will be mine once more.

The Third, he will smile as always. He and his half-face. He will always be balanced, he boasts. And that he will always exist no matter who possesses the will of the One. He will wander on as usual, bringing new challenges into the world of the One. Personally, I have nothing against him, except that I am sure he is plotting his neutral schemes again, devoid of any concern for any of us.