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“You and your people have my permission to go.”
Moses can still his voice echoing in his head, sadness and anger mixed with each other in his tone. His head hanging over his lifeless son, his hands not moving from the table where the boy lays on. He can remember seeing himself breaking outside the palace from everything that had ever happened for the past days, everything the slaves, his people, had gone through his whole life. He can remember walking out of Egypt with his people, Miriam, Aaron, and Tzipporah by his side.
“Moses?” He turns to see his wife looking at him in worry, her hair slightly messy from last night.
“Everything okay?” She asks him. He nods, his fingers rubbing the middle of his nose.
“I’m fine, just had a rough sleep,” he sighs.
He looks up at the ceiling of the tent, while the sunlight was coming through the small holes. He feels Tzipporah’s hand turn his face to look at hers and their lips connecting together. They stay that way before they heard a horn go off from outside the tent.
“What do you think is going on?” She asks him.
“We’re about to move again.” He gets up from the bed, Tzipporah following behind.
The morning sunlight touches his skin and his clothes when he walks out of the tent that belonged to them. The sounds of people bustling and packing up their things and children running around reach his ears. He smiles a bit as he watches them enjoy their freedom for the first time since they left Egypt.
“Moses!”
He perks and went to see Aaron staring off in the distance, his eyes wide with terror and bewilderment. On the horizon, there seem to be groups of people heading towards the Hebrews’ direction. Only, they look different than the Egyptians.
“You think they survived?” Aaron asks his brother.
Moses squints his eyes and shook his head slightly. “No, someone else,” he answers. “Help Miriam and Tzipporah gather the rest of the Hebrews, don’t stop until you’re ready.”
“But what about you?”
“I’ll think of something,” he says after a moment of hesitation.
Aaron wants to argue whether to go with him to confront the new strangers, but he immediately understands by the look of his face that the Hebrews’ survival is more important than his, so he went back and starts to gather the people to pack up.
Moses keeps on gazing at the strangers who are coming closer than before, making the Hebrews suddenly grab their things faster, every second becoming tense. By the time they finally have collected their belongings, the foreigners are clear enough for Moses to see.
The ones in the front look like two women, even though the cloak is covering the other’s face. The younger woman has curly-auburn hair tied in a ponytail, with no sign of cruelty or hatred in her sky-blue eyes. He looks at them with caution, wondering who they are and what their intentions are. A young man, the taller one beside him, steps forward, their hands held up to show they mean no harm.
“It’s okay, we’re not who you think we are,” he says, rather nonchalantly. Moses squints his eyes and turns his gaze to the others behind the cloaked woman and her sister.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Dean, this is my brother, Sam,” the shorter man responds, jerking his head to the taller one with neck-length hair. “We’re running away from somewhere, and we’re thinking you could help us.”
“We are going somewhere, as well, but we clearly don’t trust you. If they have sent you to take us back—“
“We’re not planning on taking you back,” the cloaked woman speaks up.
Finally, she removes her hood, revealing her face. She pulls her hair back from the cape, and her eyes focus on Moses first, then the Hebrews, who stop to study the foreigners. Tzipporah, Miriam, and Aaron join Moses and stare in awe at them.
“If I may ask, are you by any chance on your way to the Promised Land?”
“How did you know?”
“I could tell by the looks of your people that you are trying to get to somewhere. My name is Nabel, and my people and I believe we can work together.”