This story is fiction.Any so likeness of events or names of persons in reality is merely a coincidence.
The dark shadows creep along the windows of the musky hallway. The windows,caked with dust, show a frosted view of the colorful world outside as it lets in the small beams of light which brighten this deserted place. A gnarled door slowly begins to open as a thin, frail-looking man enters. His footsteps are barely audible,the dust cushioning every step. Behind him a sharp looking youth follows.
"Now Chronos,this is the past wing I've informed you of." said the man. His voice was not in the least of concern nor care. It was of sheer annoyance. "I trust you can find your way from here." He turned around to see the youth staring directly at him.
"Thank you,Mesia" Chronos replied expressionless. The man noticed this and frowned.
"I feel sorry for you Chronos. As a Mesia,I truly do. Hardly anyone gets a job they do not want,so thus my sympathy." The man placed his hand on Chronos' shoulder. "If there is a chance we can find you another task, I'll be glad to assign it to you."
"As a Mesia,you are to assign permanent jobs to fit the interests of the worker. You are not obliged to give me your sympathy,for I chose this on my own free will." Chronos slapped the mesia's hand away from him and looked at the him coldly. "To assign me another job without my authorization is going against all laws. As a Mesia, you should know this."
"You wanted to be the caretaker of the Epoch files? You lead a sad existance to choose so. Idiotic and pointless,what gains would you make? None. You disgust me, boy." The mesia looked at him again in annoyance. "Do not come to me years later begging for pity,for now I give you none." The mesia stormed out of the hallway leaving Chronos in the forgotten hallway alone.
"I wonder did you want to be a Mesia? A pathetic life that is to dole out jobs for the undecided,to gain nothing as well." Chronos laughed bitterly as he thought of all his former friends that became Mesias. Too typical of them. Chronos walked back to the door he entered and closed it. He studied the hall. There were elaborate carvings in the wood along the walls..They were no longer visible because of dust. Chronos sighed,already he felt alone. He began to walk to the very end of the hall. Old paintings adjourned the walls with dull illuminous colors of forgotten centuries. Chronos stopped at a window. He took a look at the children playing outside.Play now,when you're my age you'll be Mesia too. He laughed again thinking of the people who chose the other mediocre jobs that the Mesias gave out. Fools, believing that Mesias are as sacred as heavenly deities. Chronos scoffed.
The Mesias are liars,no better than the wicked sinners. Chronos closed his eyes and a flash of his childhood flashed before him.He was barely decade old then,just gotten home from the lectures of the teachers of Mesias. He was just as foolish as everyone else,believing the purity of all their talk. Every command obeyed with efficience and trust. He sat down on his bed and heard something in the next room. Curious, he investigated to see the Archkis,the current leader of the Mesias, with the lifeless body of his mother in his arms.It was then that Chronos finally realized how he had been fooled by their false teachings.The damn hypocrites.
That was 8 years ago,get over it. To his friends it was all a joke. They knew no meaning of death,they could not relate to it so they dismissed it as lies and no one ever believed Chronos. They pinned the blame on his father and murdered him too. The Mesias made everyone believe he was delusional by the loss of his mother.
He shook the dark memory from his head. The Mesias then put him in foster care,he was still an orphan though.Alone forever..all except..No.He must not think of it.For if he did they would corrupt her too. Chronos began walking again to the direction he'd intended. He finally reached the end of the hallway which seemed miles and miles long paved with his emotions. Cobwebs covered the tops of dusty lamps nearby. Chronos looked at the first door that would start his job. No one could really tell him how to do what not.The Mesia people deemed history demonic thus immoral and illegal.Believe only their fucking lies.Immoral language my ass. Chronos frowned,he hardly sweared and this wasn't like him.What's happening? Chronos stopped and took a deep breath.
He grasped the door knob. Behind it the first of Epoch files await and hopefully granting him the wisdom he will need to carry out his plan to make them all understand...