Universe (Part 10) (FINALE): Final

Chapter 90

There was a feeling of safety in the building, as it began to be lit up by the sunlight which came through the stained glass windows of the building. The windows were in such a pattern that it formed perfect symmetry all throughout the building, everything looked almost perfect even with how old it was. It felt like a true home, something he thought he would never get again. He has never felt this way before, not even when he once had everything.

The building smelled of wood that was freshly cut. The inside was filled with several rows of pews which were divided by a path to walk through in the middle. The pathway would else directly to a small stage like area with two steps to go up and there was a large block made of a black stone-like material. Carved onto the block was the face of a man, the man was indescribable. Brick looked at the man and he looked almost familiar, and he felt the eyes were looking at him with a upset look. The eyes didn't look angry, there was not a trace of rage within them, they looked upset as if Brick knew he wasn't supposed to be standing before this building but yet he felt that this was his home. He didn't feel warded off, he felt more so embarrassed to be standing there in such dirtied clothes and unpresentable. He walked closer to the stone block and on top of it there was a book all alone that was standing perfectly upright. The book was lone but powerful, with the book being red entirely on its cover that was made of some strong durable cover material. On the back there was nothing but on the front there was a golden cross with these words on it the book, 'Bible'. He opened the first page and read through, 'In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth' he looked at that word. God, he looked at it and wondered what it could mean, what was the purpose of this book? He read through, spending the day in the light reading through the book. He than came to a realization, that this book was not ordinary. It was not just a book, but a scripture, a detailed account of a history of a world which he didn't know about. And that within the scripture it was filled with the weight of information from front to back, every word mattered and chosen carefully to have the perfect meaning. It was perfectly made in the English language, and he wondered only how it could be made. Could it have been, the Lord?

He spent days reading endlessly, the scripture was truly enlightening to him and it was the most beautiful thing he'd read. He had now realized what was within him and around him. He no longer felt it within him, that depression. Instead he felt a slight bit do hope within him, he found faith in him. He wished to tell those that were once with him these stories within the scripture, he wish they were still there. But be knew they couldn't come back, but he still continued. Everyday was tough and difficult, some more than the last and yet he made it this far. He began to see what was within himself, he saw the spirit within him, the same one that rose a man from the dead. He was a believer, looking up at the skies and he kneeled. It had been long since he'd done this, but he kneeled and thanked for having the things he did have. Instead of worrying about what was gone he thanked for what was there. The sun began to rise up, he opened the doors and steps outside. He had spent long within the home, yet he didn't feel hunger. His hunger was satiated spiritually, and so he would never hunger again. He went into the water, bathing in it as a celebration of being freed from sin as was told in the Bible.

Afterwards he went back to the hovel, the body was taken out of the hovel and out in the basement of the church, locked within. Brick than walked back towards the village, returning at last and now with the knowledge he knew of.

He walked through he open grass fields and a shadow met him, the shadow was amorphous and looked at him. It than began to attack him with a immensely powerful force. The shadow has enough power to tear the ground to shreds, creating a massive crater as the powerful winds attacked him. Brick stood there and took the power, but it didn't even faze him at all, "Go away." He said. There was no response, "Demon go away! The spirit of the Lord is within me!" The shroud shook, and it quickly went away, slithering with a twisted stare that was also fearful as it went away. He looked at his own hands, in disbelief of what he just did, he almost didn't believe it did work. Through sheer faith he had faced his first trial and prevailed, he hadn't had any victories in a long time. He has had many victories before, however he believes this one to be different. This was a different kind of victory, and the best one he's ever had. A spiritual and emotional victory that had him overcome a force he couldn't believe.

And as he walked to the town he couldn't help but think about what happen. It was a moment he thought about for a long time, and he'd still think about. He always thought about what was within him, now he would think about what was within others. So he walked towards the town, daydreaming till he reached the town.

He would think about many other things. He would have a vision, of when he was a baby. He remembers his parents more clearly, like a dream he would see them. His father so clearly and mother, memories of when they took care of him. One of them that he remembers was of him being carried by his parents and he could see the awesome landscape and city all far away as they held him. It looked like a utopia the world they made, but now it was a far distance past that has been forgotten by all but him. He also remembers the memories of him crawling around, and even playing in the snow. His parents both watching as he would sink into the snow and play with it, all long distant and he still remembers them so clearly those days, but they would never remember him. He was a memory forgotten and he would not forget as it was all being remembered by him. He cried as he realized what was going on with his own memory, remembering what nobody else could. It was lonely and upsetting, but that's the way the road was. He remembers it and it pains him, but he knew it would forever be a part of him that very memory. He still wouldn't forget his friends at all either, And especially not his family. He still remembers them very clearly, but now as he remembers them he doesn't have that same feeling of having failed them. Rather he has a feeling of faith, a faith that everything is going to be okay now, and he can help them even if it seemed hopeless. That's the kind of man Brick was transformed into. One of memories and one of reality that had him split, stuck in the past and present. He knew he had to move on, but he would never want to forget it and it was difficult. S difficult and tough journey it is to overcome these challenges, but to forget it is ignorant and disregards all he had learned. But to remember and be able to move on is to learn from the mistakes, to know the value of these things he had, and to always have it in mind. And so he tried, he knew he couldn't go back and be any better so he went on as he would like any ordinary man.

Brick reached the town, and saw the hordes of people all walking by without a single care in the world. He got up and onto a small step he went on top of it. He was now standing before the people that all walked their daily lives through here and he has the power to now change someone nothing, the power to do something. He used that power to finally speak up. He gets up and he raises his voice to everyone in the crowd could hear him. He tried to stop them all as he talked by yelling out, "This is the word, the truth and the life, here it is." He would than begin to preach about the word of the scripture telling exact.