The Bracelet Club [EXO]

case of the locked memory

What child is this, who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherd's watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

-What Child is This, Tommee Proffit

Everything was brown and I reached up to rub my throat. It was hot and I could feel the hot ground underneath my feet. As I looked down, I saw that sand had gotten between my toes. Shepard's and merchants were walking around and I could see that it was a peaceful memory.

"Someone tell me why you guys are dressed like that?" Jeno's voice snapped and I looked down to see that we were dressed in robes. Like every other memory, I wasn't in my own body and so wasn't Haechan. Haechan had something on his head and I was holding a big jar of water, hauling it from the side.

As we turned back, we saw that unlike us, Jeno was still wearing his modern clothes. There was a yell and Jeno jumped, a hand going to his chest when a dog ran past him. I blinked, Jeno still bewildered at what was going on.

"You... You're not real," I managed to say, frowning. "In the memory, I mean."

It was obvious now why they needed a Shield. Haechan and I would be playing roles while Jeno was there to make sure he could bring us back. As I cleared my throat to explain to Jeno what was happening, I felt my body turn and I moved towards the lake to fill my jar.

"Martha!" Haechan had suddenly yelled and as confused as I was, I let myself take the role completely. "Jesus is having a word with his apostles."

Whatever Haechan was saying, I couldn't verbally understand it but the words formed in my brain and I found myself nodding.

"Must you go now?" Haechan asked, his eyebrows knitting together. "You know he needs his privacy."

A searing feeling of annoyance flashed through my chest and I huffed, turning around to peer at the river that wasn't so far away. The person who yelled out Jesus' name before this was Judas and I saw them sitting. Judas was listening to Jesus intently, the savior of the land smiling at my husband.

Husband? I found myself thinking, going back and forth from my own identity to the one in the memory.

"We must fill the jar, Thaddeus," I said, rolling my eyes at the younger male.

"I know you don't approve of him," Haechan said almost accusingly. "You don't believe in his teachings."

I swallowed. What I got from this is that I was a skeptic... or was it because I felt like something would go wrong? Judas Iscariot was my husband and I; Martha Iscariot, was not a strong believer of Jesus. I didn't believe in the power the people said he held.