Our Long Awaited Return Book #8

Chapter 18 You Might Have To Fight This Battle Alone

  Peter found his twin brother, staring at the pictures on the hallway.

"Drew," he began slowly.

His brother turned around, "Peter?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I was wrong. I didn't treat you like I should have. I didn't treat anyone like I should have."

"You had a right to be angry," Andrew answered, "I had gotten carried away. I need my older brother sometimes to put me in my place."

"Older brother, what about twin brother," Peter laid a hand on his shoulder, "And I haven't been in love like you are, but I do know you love her."

"Who?" Andrew asked.

"Why, Beth, of course," Peter grinned, "I saw you save her life."

Andrew sighed, "You don't have to rub it in, everyone saw it."
Leona's pov

After their meeting, she retired to her quarters. Verity was already there, reading that book she had in her bag. When she saw Leona, she closed the book. 

"I'm sorry about everything," she said abruptly. 

"Sorry?" Leona asked, sitting down on her makeshift bed. 

"I wasn't nice to you, I was wrong. Here," Verity handed her the book. "Read it; in our world, it's a treasure." She smiled at Leona. 

"What happens to the man, Jesus?" Leona asked as she took it. 

"He rises again and conquers death." Verity smiled at the thought. "Now, all who believe in him in our world can have life everlasting. He's like Aslan. He is referred to sometimes as the Lion of Judah." 

Leona opened the book and read it, coming to another part called Acts, which continued the story about Jesus' disciples and how they told others about him. 

"Amazing grace how sweet the sound," Verity sang as she watched Leona read. "That saved a wretch like me." 

"You have a beautiful voice," Leona commented. 

"Thank you," Verity grinned at her. "I've always loved music. At home, I loved playing the violin and piano." 

"What are those?" Leona asked, confused. 

"Oh, those are instruments," Verity explained. 

"Well, I'm to go to sleep now. Here is your treasure," Leona handed it back and fell into a deep sleep. 
verity's pov

I couldn't sleep that night, I fingered my cross necklace gently. I had two necklaces: my Star of David, which reminded me of my Jewish friend and the Jews and my cross, which represented my Christian faith. I was a follower of Jesus Christ, the Jewish Messiah, and I had failed him.

I walked out to the stone stable, sitting down, taking off my necklace, tracing my fingers on it. I leaned forward looking at the picture of Aslan. The lion of Judah, I had forgotten his true identity, because I had forgotten about Jesus.

"I'm sorry," I whipsered, "You said discernment doesn't work without faith, and my pride blinded my faith. I want to see you again."

"What are you doing up?" I turned to face Peter, he sat down beside me.

"I can't sleep," I answered; I looked back at the cross in my hands; it seemed to say apologize."I'm sorry."

"You said that today already, Key," he answered.

"I'm sorry for the things I have done and said to you in the past year. Stealing your essay first, then lying to you all because of my stupid reputation," I replied, "I was wrong."