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Eternal Faith

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
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Chasing Eternity

Was this world really enough? What are the best things one can achieve in this world? Marcus' mind was plagued by such thoughts throughout his youth. Thus he always strived to be the best at whatever he did. Despite being born into a privileged family with loving parents and siblings, he never took his advantages for granted and made as much use of them as he could. Born during the First World War, enlisted in the Second World War, and after surviving many near-death situations, Marcus often thought of living the best life possible. With a very healthy lifestyle with occasional cheat days, a very successful career with a decent work-life balance, a loving wife, 2 loving children, 3 loving grandchildren, and a very close-knit group of friends Marcus excelled in all aspects of life one could. However, as he lay on his deathbed at the age of 104, surrounded by his loving family, he felt both grateful and bitter. Grateful for the fulfilling life he had led and bitter because he knew just how much more he could have had if only he could live for a little longer, If only he were not restricted by the flow of time, if only he was immortal... Thus he took a final look at his loving family and then there was darkness. And in the darkness, a voice spoke: [YOUR WISH IS GRANTED. THE FLOW OF TIME WILL NOT PUSH YOU TOWARD DEATH. THE COST IS YOUR LIFE]. And thus began my second life. ============================================ Author's Note: This is my first proper novel (fingers crossed) and I will continue improving as we move ahead with the journey. I hope that all readers like my work but that is something close to impossible for a newbie like me. So if you find any part of the novel lacking, feel free, to be honest in the comments and let me know and I will try to improve those parts in the future chapters and existing chapters as well if possible without altering the story written so far. Also, English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any errors and in case you find any typos or grammatical errors, let me know through the comments and I will get them rectified. Current Schedule: 7 Chapters per week.
Unaware_Existence · 6.8K Views
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