Chapter Twelve

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Awakening, The Prophet

“I was once Jenny Hendant. My father created Hendant publishing. I arrived here countless years before you wrote the Jesse King chronicles.”

This blew Moses away, completely. He stood, stunned, her breathing close to him, flustered. He closed his eyes, trying to comprehend what had been said.

How could this be? What is going on? If this world existed before I wrote it .. Then did I create it?

Moses (whose brain noticed that he seemed to be losing a little of the flab, tighter his body was) needed to step back, distance himself, so that he could think, could work out what was happening. But there was an intoxication about this women before him that dragged at him. She was more than beautiful. His eyes opened again.

She is everything.

You probably know what Moses was thinking. The feeling that cannot immediately be put into words, but encompasses every thought. A connection, a vibe, a crossing of paths. Electricity. Tension.

Moses had been married once, It had been about ritual and probably a little naivety. Married definitely for his money, his ex-wife (he didn’t think about her name, ex-wife was enough) had run off with her true love, the minister that had married them. The hypocrisy of it all had hardened Moses’ heart against all things love.

What Moses experienced with Jenn in those scant moments broken this down, swept it away. It was mind-blowing. Out of this world. There was only the connection, only her eyes (green, gold-flecked), only her breath on his face, sweet as summer rain.

How long they stood there Moses did not know. His memory (later) of this time was that time had nothing to do with it. Lost to them was time.

Moses brought his hand up again, to stroke the face of beauty before him, brush away the strand of hair that had escaped her ears again. Jenn moved. Not away, but she pushed her head into his hand slightly.

She feels, she knows as I do.

Another age passed. The madness that is love(true, deep, beyond emotion, into absolutes) had taken hold of them both. Jenn (once from the real world) and Moses (the Prophet).

The song was sweet within Moses. Relishing the moment, it encompassed the both of them, and Jenn heard it too, echoing from Moses. Swelling, Moses heard the standing stone, the Henge, join in with it’s own song. He took Jenn’s hand (electricity) and turned towards the most magic of elements within the world of Jesse King.

They stood together, hand in hand, listening to the song within Moses joined with that of the Henge. It’s melody moved.

That day (and night, for they stood longer than could be possible in normal circumstances) two lives were changed. Everything was changing, but moreso right now, these two were changed. Something was created within them. Purpose, destiny, fate, truth .. It was more than soppy love from tv soaps and romance novels, more than the world’s understanding of love that is good for a season and then not.

Why? Because the strength of what bound them was not found in themselves.

As the sun rose, crossing over the city, the Henge spoke to Moses.

“Go down Moses. Find him. Tell Pharoah. Let MY people go.”

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