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| Mount Nebo |
Obadiah climbs the mountain to confront the heavens — and to beg for the child he was sworn to protect. In a moment of sacrifice, he gives up eternity for the promise of presence, and in doing so, finds something even more divine than power: peace. Scroll to the read the episode below »
Episode 3| Mount Nebo|Mount Nebo, Jordan
Joshua supported Obadiah as they emerged from the tent under the cover of darkness. The stars above painted the sky in strokes of midnight blue, shimmering like the breath of angels. A single star — brighter than the rest — glowed ahead of them, guiding their path.
They climbed for over an hour, their steps slow but determined, until they reached a high plateau overlooking the desert below.
“Are you well enough to continue?” Joshua asked, worry in his voice. “The climb ahead is steep. Caleb and I can go with you.”
Obadiah placed a hand on his shoulder. “No. This part I must do alone. Wait here. I won’t be long.”
Without another word, Obadiah turned and began the final ascent up Mount Nebo — the mountain where Moses once glimpsed the Promised Land. As he neared the summit, a brilliant light shimmered into form. From within it stepped the Archangel Michael.
___“Michael,” Obadiah called out, his voice urgent. “Where is the child? Is he safe?”
“There’s no need to ask,” Michael said calmly. “Joshuel is safe.”
The name stung. Kristiel hadn’t had the chance to speak it before her death.
“Why was he taken from me?” Obadiah asked. “I made a vow to protect him. I don’t understand.”
Michael’s gaze was steady. “The child’s destiny is interwoven with the fate of the world. He must be safeguarded, even from those who love him most.”
Obadiah’s fists clenched. “He is all I have left of my sister. I have to protect him.”
“You already are,” Michael said. “The bond between you runs deeper than time. Trust the plan. The threads of fate are vast, and rarely understood by those who walk them.”
Obadiah bowed his head, his voice thick with sorrow. “I will face whatever comes. But I need him with me. We were meant to walk together.”
___For a moment, Michael said nothing. Then he stepped closer, placing a hand on Obadiah’s shoulder — a weightless touch that felt like thunder and grace.
“You and Kristiel were twins — the only Nephilim siblings to Jump through time together. You’ve carried each other for a thousand years. Her death leaves a wound in eternity.”
Obadiah nodded slowly, grief crashing anew. He couldn’t raise Joshuel in the same war that destroyed his sister. Demons, Reapers, death — it was too much. He wanted to break the cycle.
Michael’s voice grew solemn. “The child will remain here.”
“No,” Obadiah pleaded. “Clip my wings. Let me go with him. I’ll leave Heaven’s service. Just… let me be with him.”
“You would give up eternity?” Michael asked.
“I already did. The moment Kristiel died.”
___Michael studied him for a long moment, then nodded. “So be it. As you have asked — your wings are clipped. Joshuel will be returned to you.”
Obadiah’s heart pounded.
Michael raised a hand. “But hear me, Obadiah. You may Jump one final time. Choose wisely. Where you go now… is where you will remain.”
Obadiah didn’t hesitate.
“I choose to go where the child is destined to be.”
A quiet smile formed on the archangel’s lips. “Then your path is set.”
Light surged from Michael’s palm, engulfing Obadiah in a golden blaze. The mountaintop disappeared.
___When Obadiah opened his eyes, he stood in a sunlit meadow — vibrant, lush, and alive with divine energy. A massive tree stood at its center, its leaves shimmering with hues of silver and gold. The wind whispered ancient hymns through the branches.
In the distance, children laughed.
He turned, following the sound.
And then he saw him.
Joshuel.
The boy’s dark hair was tousled by the breeze, his sapphire eyes sparkling with joy as he played among the other children. Carefree. Alive.
Obadiah’s knees buckled with relief. He crossed the meadow and fell to his knees, wrapping the child in a tight embrace.
___“Uncle Obadiah!” Joshuel beamed. “You found me!”
Tears shimmered in Obadiah’s eyes. “I promised your mother I’d protect you. And I will — always.”
“I know,” Joshuel said softly. “You’re the bravest Angel I know.”
Obadiah smiled. Pride and sorrow collided in his chest. Here, in this sacred place beyond time, he had found the child. Found peace. But the journey wasn’t over.
___As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fire and amber, Obadiah took his nephew’s hand. Together, they stood beneath the tree — two souls bound by blood, loss, and unbreakable love.
There would be danger again. Darkness would rise. Antioch would return.
But for now… there was light.
And as they walked hand in hand into the twilight, Obadiah allowed himself something he hadn’t felt in centuries.
Hope.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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