Ruth: Reimagined

War

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War
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While the wedding continued, in the inner city of Moab, the celebration was  proclaimed  in every street, village, and home, and unbeknownst to anyone, danger lurked nearby.

Surrounding the borders of Moab were two lethal kingdoms, with a thirst for blood and power. The Amalekites and Ammonites.

The Amalekites, known for their arrogance and violence, as they stood a head taller than the men in the surrounding kingdoms. In them, there was no fear of god.

The Ammonites, on the other hand, were just as ruthless, as they were known, for having no mercy, ripping the  bellies of pregnant ladies.

Although the two Kingdoms had formed an alliance, the heart of each king was deceitful, as the war that they were waging would last for years and years.

A prophecy was revealed, spoken in the ears of the Kings, by their servants who practiced divination.

All the kingdoms of the world will  fall,  be utterly destroyed, and eventually come to an end, but one kingdom will be established, and last forevermore. An everlasting kingdom will stand.

The prophecy raised a lot of questions, as it was unclear who the everlasting Kingdom was but the Kings of the world were sure of one thing, whatever it took, they would make sure it was their kingdom that stood. So, an alliance was made, and three small kingdoms had already been destroyed by the Amalekites and the Ammonites. Now, they were after Moab. A kingdom, that they knew they could not fight alone.

The war would wage on, even when it seemed as though peace stood, even after a thousand years passed, even after a time and a half, all until the rise of the everlasting Kingdom.

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It was hard to breathe, in a room full of people whose laughter suffocated you. The joy in the air was palpable, yet it wasn’t contagious enough to reach her. Looking at her husband, Barak, witnessing the pride in his eyes, as he spoke with his fellow men in the nobility, Adira felt alone in her dread. Placing her hand on her heart, she wondered why the uneasiness would not relent.

“ I had a dream..” Adira began. “ It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Ruth was there, and she was so…happy.”

I felt Barak, in my spirit–” she gently beat against her chest. — “ That for the first time, maybe even in her entire life, Ruth could finally breathe.”

“Excuse me,” Adira said, and she stood up from the table, walking away from the feast, the joy.

More and more, as the seconds passed by, Adira felt that the man in her dream was not King Eglon. Her heart sank into fear, and for some reason, she felt in her heart that she could not share the concern she had with her husband.

Her vision became blurry, in a second due to the sudden tears, and she walked through the festive crowds, laughter, dancing, singing—drinking, her breath choking out of her,  a headache piercing her mind.

In the hallway, she bumped into a man, a  golden platter falling to the ground.

"I'm—I'm sorry. I—"she made her way to leave, deciding to run out of the palace, but the man caught her by the hand, his grip firm, yet gentle.

"Excuse me, mam, do you happen to be Sir Barak's wife, Lady Adira?"

The first thing she noticed was his  distinct accent. Thick. Curling around the moabite language with hesitancy.