Six days. No food, no water, no clean clothes, no anything, except for the chilling air and the endless high wall that surrounds me. And oh, before I forget, there’s also this deafening silence. Darn.
I wonder what they were thinking. Are they really serious to keep me captive here forever? Do they really think I’m not a human?! Stupid. I heard them the first day they caught me. They thought I’m a witch. Curse them if I am. After all I did to help them cast away the demons in their village! Now they are accusing me as a witch and the cause of all the mayhem that is happening again in their town?! They are unbelievable! What a faithless generation indeed.
The unclean spirits I casted away will haunt them a seven times more now. It was not my fault. It is just the way it is. And if they wouldn’t pray and believe in the name of Jesus, and repent for their sins, they’ll be just…worst.
For six days, I tried not to pray. I was consumed by my anger; anger to the people who did this to me. So, I did all the ways I could to escape in this dungeon without any help from above. But I give up now. You see, when you learn how to live all your life without worrying because you have faith in God’s words, everything becomes easy. But doing it all on your own? Nah, that’s a hopeless way.
I am just about to pray for God’s help when… “Hello!” A voice says from above.
Jesus, thank you! That was fast! I was just about to ask for your help, sorry for my stubbornness.
“Hello?” repeats the voice.
“Who are you?” I shout back.
“Goodness! You’re alive!”
“S—so, the rumors are true! You’re indeed a w—witch then.”
“Sir, are you here to prove the rumors or will you help me?”
“H—help you, but I don’t know how to get you out of there!”
“A tall ladder perhaps?”
“Oh yes, right. Ladder. Will you wait for me then, I’ll just get the ladder?”
“Sure. I don’t have a choice, do I?”
Evening had passed. The man and the ladder is nowhere. So I start to pray again. This time, I pray fully.
When I open my eyes, I see a silvery white rope hanging above me. It is beautiful, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I grab it and I climb upwards, and I am amaze at how easily I manage to climb without getting a scratch.
As I reach the top, I see a beautiful tall man drape in a silvery white cloth. I suspect that the rope was made with the same material for his dress.
“Get out of here fast,” the tall being says.
“Are you the man—“
“No. Hear me; you have to get out of this place now.”
“No,” I say, “I gave my word to the man that I will wait here.”
“The townsfolk tricked you. They send that man to know whether you’re still alive, and to prove to themselves that what they were thinking in their hearts were true. They will be on their way now to get you and burn you at the stake. You must get out of here now. Here, get this, this will guide you on your way to a safe place. Just ask it.”
The tall being lay a compass on my hand, and in an instant, he is gone.
Did he say to ask the compass? I look at the compass, and it doesn’t have the usual direction of N, S, E, and W. There is just an arrow that was continually spinning.
“Okay, compass, guide me to a place where I could eat, drink, bathe, and sleep. And oh, make sure it is safe.”
And the arrow stops spinning and point to a direction before me.