I shudder in pain as I feel its venom coursing through my veins like hot lava. Down here was my deepest fears reoccurring over and over again. Emotions that are too much to bare, the feeling of loss and grief and loneliness. But at the instant thought of my ability to endure, I crawl and grab the sword. Swung blindly in a scramble and sliced its arms. I hear it screech in pain. And then I stood firm, finally summoned the courage to battle my demon. But, will it die or be reborn?