"Wait and rest under the great Orthodox powers. Let their congregation be so, let the water boil." It was heard echoing through the spacious hall.
"Go and reposition your blind faith, may it be capable of boiling the seas; without a doubt, rebuild itself just as it did with the new world." The voice continued, with unwavering ardor, its gaze fixed on the heights.
All this was listened to fervently by numerous individuals. Those who arranged themselves in order and organized mind, in order to portray an image...
But in reality, their minds were not really occupied; his hands were shaking. Their gazes fixed on the speaker or floor...
While this was happening, other volunteers patiently guided the constant sick people who continually arrived.
Those who were guided beyond the interior of the church, towards the exterior that included it.
"Are there infidels?" Federick asked while observing these actions.
"Mmh, I guess... A neighbor of mine went out to work and..." The man said until he was interrupted with another question.
"Where are you being directed?" Federick continued with his questions, while observing those who were previously his traveling companions.
"The church has arranged a campaign of free healing for all classes, without differences. It is, in fact, the church." The man commented with sarcasm between his words.
"I see you know the church?" Federick commented surprised.
He did not know the records in excess or in depth, but the fact that the religion was erected by men made him assume so.
"Why do you suppose that, boy?" The man asked gracefully.
His smile had widened with the question, so that his wrinkles stood out.
"Because you look like a eunuch." Federick said without laughing.
But contrary to expectations, this comment did not boil the atmosphere, on the contrary; The man laughed lightly, complacent.
Thus, they continued on their way to a seat arranged in one of the rows. Where they were surrounded by believers, who held amulets in their hands.
"Exclaim with absolute freedom whom you adore, without fear of intimidation; for our position is like the mountains, without the power to grant any advantage to opponents of any kind." The speaker repeated with great eloquence, reaching high tones.
"Within us, virtue; outside of us, gratitude; beyond us, our Faith." The man finished his speech, accompanied by glorifying applause.
Many men stood up at his words, applauding in admiration. Squeezed between peers, their fascination did not die out.
With this, another unquenchable fire was quietly ignited. Among the numerous pairs, two eyes stood out among the fascinated expressions.
Like stars, capable of judging beyond the unintelligible.
'Really wonderful... Human nature is fascinating.' Federick expressed in his thoughts.
While the applause did not end, with the presence of grateful faces; In reality, behind them, disinterest, indifference and reluctance were hidden.
Tired faces, between dark circles and neglected skin; the mark of time and work as despots.
But beyond that, there was a disturbing peculiarity that caused him to smile the same way. The moment he locked eyes with the speaker, the second his perspectives crossed.
Cynicism and hatred, without mockery or comments; simple and crude, like a bad joke.
'Wow, my fame is recognized.' Federick thought with bad taste.
Like a snake, his benevolent smile hid resentment; his wrinkles as if they were the last layer of his lie.
"The distortion of spirits is palpable in this place... souls condemned without freedom, under the banner of virtue." Federick said with pity in his voice.
"It is an interesting point of view, but I would add the absolute power of its leaders. At the end of the day, it does not develop beyond an eternal political struggle." The man said with a thoughtful expression, unusual for him.
At these words, he received a curious look from Federick; wondering if he was actually living with a eunuch or an imperial eunuch.
"Do they keep power at their table?" Federick asked, hinting at the general Athenian scene.
"They maintain power, but a power that is not real; without existing, covered in falsehood." The man responded without faking his words.
It was at that moment that many of the individuals stood up with the intention of leaving, at the ringing of a bell.
So did the speaker, who retired with the long burden behind his priestly hat.
"The time has come for me to retire. As your grandfather has ordered, the punishment for your insolence is to remain in your home for an entire day... But it turns out that your home must be the first building you step into." The man quickly reported as he walked away with a playful smile.
"Wait! You're going to leave me just like that?... What did our love mean to you?!" Federick shouted dramatically, with overacting in his genetic code.
"I just found your actions clever." The man commented laughing, without stopping his pace.
"You are amazing"...
The tricolor light passed through the fragmented windows in different colors. In its upper part, on a mural, it read: "On the infinite window; paper mirror of the soul, ideal model. Prevents its corruption."
The lights slowly invaded the monastic environment, dethroning the few shadows that remained irreverent.
The great hall occupied a considerable space, in which armchairs, statues and their respective altar were planted; decorated with different paintings that expressed different situations.
Mostly, there was no one; only occasional servants to the church who took care of their daily chores.
But a serene image, in silence; There was a variable, who tilted their legs with boredom. Sitting on one of the numerous benches, his skin pale and hair black.
His temperament did not alter, and his gaze did not waver to his surroundings; Keeping her focused on an axis point in her feet.
The ground was cold, but not soaked in evil. The atmosphere was serene, but a perpetual silence could be malevolent.
"Don't come close, don't ask him questions. The end." A voice murmured in the distance.
Time passed slowly; the setting of a sun was not the cause of an occasion...
"Permission. Permission." An echo was heard in the distance.
Until he observed who was the cause of the commotion that was altering the peaceful reality.
A boy carried two large buckets on his shoulders. Made of wood and reinforced, their purpose is probably to carry water or another liquid.
"What are you doing here? You don't look like you're part of the church... At least start sweeping." The boy commented when he got close enough to observe him. Leaving the buckets behind, she addressed him.
"No... In fact, it wasn't part of the church. I'm simply turning my time into something valuable, investing in faith." Federick responded, hiding his face in the corner.
"Oh, really? You are truly devout, you surprise me. "gods", harass the sinner, compensate the faithful." The boy said, reciting one of the words engraved on a mural.
"That is the only "truth", brother. I am glad that you too reveal the broad reality to which this world directs us." Federick commented with a slight smile, closing his hands under a grip covered by his clothes.
"Well, I guess it's obvious... It was the church that sheltered me from the beginning. By the way, what's your name? I should recognize you some other time." The boy said charismatically, with a smile on his young face.
"My name is not important, however, my last name is. I prefer to be discreet, in "holy eyes." Federick said, finally revealing his face with an exquisite smile.
Despite this variable, the conversation continued its common flow... With the indirect effort of Federick.
Confusion was the first emotion that appeared in the servant's ignorant eyes, dancing in a continuous mixture in his characteristic brown dilated pupils.
Doubt was also a participant in such a cocktail of sensations; an attractive, addictive face that made him remain in confusion.
It was the same face with whom he chatted calmly, but the feeling of intimacy had intensified; The sensation of knowing him invaded him, but he could not penetrate his memory.
Like a rock sealed to the sea.
There are no witches here, it's normality.
"You really seem familiar to me... Maybe I've seen you at a meeting, but I couldn't remember. Are you a regular here?" The young man asked as he scratched his hair, completely unfocused from his previous task.
"No, I'm not. But I've gotten here, just like everyone else." Federick said as a mystical aura gathered around him.
"I'll tell you honestly, I don't understand you. Do you mean that you arrived on foot?" The boy asked confused.
"Exactly". Federick responded, appreciating his intelligence.
But suddenly, something happened that broke the atmosphere. A distant scream, but one that was heard close by.
"Boy, where are you?!" A voice shouted in the distance, with clear irritability.
At this, the boy next to Federick stood up straight, as did the hairs on his body.
"Pretty cartoony. Is that your oldest?" Federick asked, amused by the action.
"I can not talk now". The boy wanted to say, hesitating as he tried to retreat.
"Rest assured, we will explain the situation to them. If he is a devotee, he will understand with complete acceptance." Federick said calmly.
Words that the young man accepted, remaining next to his recent acquaintance with a certain nervousness.
When the eldest finally approached, he turned out to be an old man. His face was an expression of bitterness and irritability.
But when he looked at who his young man was next to, his face changed. A forced smile, which faltered when he saw the buckets watered without responsibility.
"Kid, what are you doing? I've been calling you with complete urgency. We need those buckets!" The old man said, ignoring Federick's presence for the first time.
"Sorry, old man. You accepted my irresponsibility, but you swore it was only because I was distracted by chatting with this good man." The boy said nervously, staring at the ground, his hands trapped.
"Wow, this is the first time I've been called a man. You should honor this young man, dear old man." Federick expressed with a small smile.
The old man's face could not bend or alter at the exchange of words; instead, he was hardened.
"Child, leave for now. I will speak to the guest present." The old man ordered with his arms closed.
"But old man, I don't think it's..." The young man wanted to express, but he was immediately cut off with a single look.
Thus, he finally left the two individuals alone, on the spacious living room.
Face to face.
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