Perhaps in another world there is no fear. I'd grown up knowing fear, I'd stared it dead in the face. Or so, I'd thought I had. Fear lurks in dark corners, it creeps up when you least expect it. It turns even the most tightly wound, weak. It changes you, it festers inside, until there's nothing left to do but face it head on. It's like vines that have grown around an old house.
Fear and evil at times go hand and hand. You see evil, and it causes you fear. But, is it possible to conquer evil? To look it in the face and tell it that it no longer has power over you? That it's strong grasp that it tries to have on you has now melted away? And if so, how do you confront evil?
I always thought that evil came in people. As I grew, I began to see it more and more. My family had perished from evil. I knew fear, I could taste it, smell it, feel it. It's interesting the role that fear can play in one's life. How it can control your every move. How fear can really and truly change the trajectory of your decision making. At what point can we take control, look fear in the face, and say no? I was about to find out for myself.