St_Wines

Prologue
Darkness. Loneliness. It went as far as one could imagine
Through plains
Hills and mountains unseen
There was no Light here after all
To the horizon, to the edge of the universe

But then there came one,
A light
So small, so frail
Which I feared if I held in my hand
Too tight, it would
Fizzle out and restore my desolate state

My mind fought my body,
The latter won
For the former was weak.
And in the darkness, I swam 
The tide was unpredictable
But my resolve remained unshaken

‘Twas a centimetre away now
My hand outstretched
My finger could but graze its edge
Then it shattered
And scattered in a thousand fragments…

Table of The Servant of Time

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Volume 1