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Percy Is Awesome

Who is Greater_?

Expanding the synopsis to 2,000 words would turn it into a detailed introduction or prologue rather than just a summary. Below is a refined and extended version that gives more depth to the story while keeping it engaging and immersive. --- Who is Greater? A Story of Faith, Money, and Sacrifice Prologue: The Silent Question It was a cold night. The kind that seeps through your clothes and wraps itself around your bones. The sky stretched endlessly above, a canvas of stars glimmering like scattered diamonds. The moon, pale and unwavering, stood still in its place, indifferent to the world below. I sat in my courtyard, nestled in an old rocking chair, gazing at the vastness above. The silence of the night was comforting, almost deceptive, making me forget the burdens I carried. If only life could be this peaceful. But peace is a luxury. For a long time, I had believed in the goodness of life. I had worked hard, built a home, and raised my family with love and devotion. My daughter was growing into a bright young girl, and my son—my little boy—was the light of our lives. But life is unpredictable. One moment, you are standing firm, and the next, you are swept away by a storm you never saw coming. That storm came for me when my son fell ill. Chapter 1: A Father's Burden The next morning, I left for work. The streets were waking up, people rushing to their destinations, unaware of the battle I was fighting inside. An auto-rickshaw approached, and I raised my hand to stop it. It sped past without hesitation. I sighed and continued walking. The cold air wrapped around me, but I ignored it. I had bigger things to worry about. As I walked, I saw a familiar face—a long-lost friend. "Hello! Where have you been all these years?" I asked, the joy in my voice surprising even me. We exchanged warm greetings, our handshake firm and full of unspoken memories. But no matter how much we smiled, I couldn’t ignore the weight in my chest. "How is your family?" he asked, his tone soft. I hesitated. "My daughter is fine… but my son is unwell. He has been admitted to the hospital." His face darkened with concern. "That sounds serious. What will you do?" I sighed deeply. "I don’t have the money to continue his treatment. Can you help me?" For a moment, he said nothing. I could see the battle in his mind—the guilt of wanting to help but being unable to. Finally, he nodded. "I’ll try." Chapter 2: The Hospital Walls We rushed to the hospital. The halls smelled of antiseptic and quiet desperation. My mother stood near the doctor, worry lines deep on her face. "Doctor, what’s the situation?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The doctor looked at me with practiced detachment. "Your son needs surgery immediately. You must deposit ₹2 lakh as soon as possible." The words hit me like a punch to the gut. ₹2 lakh. It might as well have been ₹2 million. "I… I don’t have that kind of money," I admitted. The doctor’s gaze didn’t waver. "Without payment, we cannot proceed." A suffocating silence followed. My friend placed a hand on my shoulder, grounding me. "We’ll find a way," he said. And so, we ran. We made countless calls, begged for help, knocked on doors. Some helped, others didn’t. Piece by piece, we collected the amount. By evening, we had ₹2 lakh. The surgery was scheduled. But this was only the beginning. Chapter 3: A Temporary Relief The hours passed like years. When the doctors finally emerged, my heart nearly stopped. "The surgery was successful," they said. Relief washed over me like a wave. My son was safe. For now. But reality wasn’t done with me yet. The next day, the doctor called me aside. "You will have to stay here for a few more days." Days turned into weeks. The bills stacked higher. My savings had already vanished, and each passing moment brought a new demand. One evening, the doctors sat me down. Their faces were unreadable. "There are additional complications," one of them said. "Your son needs
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Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
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