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Sub Rosa
By : LdyKiram
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Chapter 3: Independence...sort of

They were only so far from Capernaum, and it was nearly quiet the whole time. They would arrive there by nighttime. Yeshua walked a few inches ahead of them. While the others kept to themselves. Aside from Yeshua, Simon-Peter was the only other above twenty years. Though there were still a few others, he needed. Andrew had check-then re checked their supplies. He walked over to his brother. "Simon, we're missing a few-or quite bit of-shekels." He whispered.
His brother looked at him, "That's not possible, we-"
"Don't worry about it; money is not important at the moment." Yeshua told him, having to over-hear what Andrew said.
"But-"
Yeshua turned to them, "Trust me."
Andrew simply nodded and tried not to worry as much, though those missing shekels would have, came in handy to buy things they needed. His older brother ruffled his hair and instructed him to listen well. Which only made him huffed a deep breathe at Simon's words. They were not sure why they were going to this town, but it was home to them. In addition, a perfect place at least for fishermen, being so close to the Sea of Galilee.
Miriam watched her children with a close eye. Being sure they were on their best behavior, a mother's work is never finish. However, her mind often switched back to the scene of Yeshua and that girl. Of course, Yeshua had always been in the company of women. That woman Mariam, the one he saved because of her 'profession'. He saved her, sent her home to her family. Therefore, it was not so strange, but something did not settle right with Miriam about those two. Intuition, perhaps? She paced herself, to walk quickly by her eldest child. "Yeshua," she started, he peek at her-still walking. "Where did you find that girl?" She tried not to sound too concern, but it must've slipped because of his reaction.
"Why do you ask?" He replied.
"I-..."
"I just can't shake this feeling..." She confessed; then a small amount of wind blew through the heated land, almost lifting Miriam's head cover off. Her hands flew up to made sure it stayed on.
"Don't worry." Was all he said, though his facial expression became serious.
"But what I saw on the roof this morning-"
"Mother, you worry too much. We're almost there."
Miriam huffed, "fine, ignore your mother's concern."
Yeshua smiled, "I had done what you asked for at the wedding, even though it was not my time to yet. I don't think I ignore you," he told her. She threw her hands up in the air and went to talk to her daughters.
By sundown, they had reached Capernaum a little bit quicker than expected. Regardless, they all settled into Yeshua's home. Yeshua had moved here sometime earlier, though his mother did not understand why he didn't stay in Nazareth, he only explained it was the will of his Father. Moreover, he had to do as it is written. Perhaps not written psychically but spiritually, it was. It was nothing special about it, the same as any other home in Capernaum, maybe slightly bigger but nothing to spectacular. Until now, he had been enriching his already knowledgeable mind with more information of the Torah, attending synagogues, and small talk among a few locals here and there. Pretty much anything to help during his Earthly mission. Every now and then though, Yeshua made use of the skills Yosef taught him when he was younger, to help his family every now and then. His mother had hurried to prepare a meal for them all, with the help of his younger sisters.
As they got ready to settle down for the day, Yeshua had gotten up to the roof of his home and stared in the direction of the Galilee Sea. His mother spotted him on the way in, she frowned for a moment before going inside. After the few moments of silent, the wind picked up around him, as if it was telling him something. A smiled came on his face and in minutes, the nearly thirty-year-old man, was walking down the stairs and passed his mother.
"Y-yeshua?"
"I'll be back, mother." He said, not looking at her. He left out the door.
"Mother?" said one of her daughters.
"I...I have an odd feeling about this." Miriam said, uneasy. She followed her oldest son. Miriam, saw him walking down the streets where the vendors would be. She picked up her pace, held on to her head cover, and went after him. The direction he headed towards was the entrance of Capernaum. "Yeshua!" She breathed, he turned around.
"Something the matter?" Yeshua wondered.
Her face held a slight tinged of red, "My son, I-" She started. "I don't like this."
Yeshua tilted his head; his long hair with its slight curls shifted. "I will be back."
"It's not, it's just." Miriam could not really find the words. She then took her dark brown eyes off the ground and to her son. "I don't have a good feeling about where you're going. It doesn't feel right."
He placed his hands on her shoulders; "you needn't to." was all he said.
"No, you-Yeshua, I do understand there are something's I will never understand, things I will never get, but believe me when I tell you, I do not feel comfortable about this."
"You talk as if I am some common man, mother, do not forget, I am His Son."
"But you're my son as well!" She raised her voice, which took Yeshua by surprised. Miriam felt ashamed; she lowered her head, "Forgive me...I..." She did not bother to finish, the older woman just stepped away and walked back to the house.
He watched her leave.

A few miles away from Capernaum, she clenched the cloak tightly. Walking all day was so tiring. I should have rested when I had the chance. She whined. Kitra could not spot anyone for hours. The sun had settled into the earth not too long ago. She kept glancing around. Looking behind her constantly. With the moon barely showing tonight, it was difficult to make sure no one followed her. She attempt to pick up her pace, but her legs refused too. She had removed her sandals moments ago, to feel the cooling sand and dirt path between her toes. Mostly because Rome lacked all of this. She really did miss her homeland.
A couple of people walked up to her, "what's a woman like you doin' out here all by yourself." One of them said.
Kitra rolled her eyes, bandits. Great. "Well, I'm on my way to town. So if you don't mind..." She walked faster. All that did was making them catch up to her.
"It's such a dark night. And we do have-"
"Look, I am not some woman who needs help, I can travel alone!" She told them, angry already.
The man had grabbed her arm. Kitra on the other hand, turned around and punched him as hard as she could in the face. It did not knock him down, but it got him to let go. "-Why you!" His friend, holding a small torch, went to his aid.
"My word, woman! We're trying to help!"
When she saw them in the faint light, they were nothing more than travelers. Kitra sighed in relief, but felt a bit guilty about her misinterpretation of them. "Well, my point still stands." She stood there, hands on her hips.
The man she punched bled from his inner mouth. His friend ripped something cloth from his robe and gave it to him. "What is wrong with you?" He shouted. They both gather their items and walked passed her.
Kitra turned around, "I'm...sorry..." She started loud but went quiet towards the end. Pouting she continue walking to the next town. They would have done the same. She grabbed the cloak again and held it to her body. She kept an expressionless face on though on the inside she felt more of an outcast.
The moon was high in the light pattered sky. If she had left with them, she would already be there by now. However, no, it was late and she was getting tired. She breathed into her hands, as if that would help. Her body shook and began to give in; the woman had no energy left in her. She spotted a large rock, went over, and sat next to it. Leaning on it, regardless of how uncomfortable it is on her body. Eventually, Kitra went to sleep figuring she could just continue in the morning. She kept her body huddled, in a fetal like position. Due to the lack of heat in the nighttime, Kitra's body shook aggressively, the more time went on, and the more her body shook less and less. Eventually, the girl was able to fall asleep.
. . .
"-even if he was dead, there's his heir."
"Heir?"
She nodded, "yeah, but that's tough to prove because as far as I've been told, there's not a Queen. So if he had an heir, we'd know about it."
. . .
Kitra's eyes opened, she saw a clothed torso and bits of the still night sky. The wind blowing could be heard, like a whistle sound. Her face felt like it was stuffed, her eyelids were heavy, and her skin felt hot but cold. Looking up, her vision blurred. Her head hurt from moving even that little bit.
"We're almost there," said a voice.
Not knowing why, she felt at ease and drifted back to sleep.
It felt like seconds later to her; there were hands touching all over her body- a warm sensation touched various parts of her. She felt numbed; the voices were faint and cloudy to her ears. She tried to open her eyes but they refused. Almost as if she was in a dream, Kitra could feel her hair being tug and then a brush or comb going through it. The tooth of the brush of comb hit her scalp repeatedly. A wet cloth on her arms and legs. She could hear things like 'no, not that' or 'hurry up'. The girl picked up one voice in the distance saying something about what to do, but her body began to overwork itself. Again, she started to fade out.
A light humming awoke her from her blacken sleep. She still felt a little heavy but not as much. Something brown covered her body and the room was of a cream-ish color. However, it was dark and she was not sure. Soft padding underneath her body and a warm item on her forehead. Kitra moved her eyes around as if to adjust them to moving, her eyes still felt heavy. The woman attempted to sit up, but her body ached all over.
"Shouldn't move..."
She tried to turn her neck, but it too stiff to even move an inch. Hands then touched on her back and stomach, making her lay down again. Her sight was not as blurry but she could see who spoke to her. "It's...you." She said, "With the stupid face..."
He chuckled, "if it makes you feel better." He removed the wet cloth from her forehead and with his hand felt the heat she emitted. "You're not burning up as much as you were earlier." Yeshua told her.
Kitra did not respond.
Adjusting the blankets on her, he spoke again, "You should have changed, those clothes you were wearing. You could've died out there." He said.
She opened her mouth, "how...did you find me?" her voice very low and weak.
"A couple of men I walked by were talking about a young woman giving them a hard time and striking one of them."
Instead of speaking, she stayed silent for a while before asking, "You've been here the whole time?"
Yeshua looked down at her; she was not looking at him, just at the ceiling. "No, I had arrangements to do that were already planned." Telling her, but then placed a hand on her right cheek, "but I always checked on you." With that, he got up and left the room.
The girl could barely move her arms, from the blankets but she did eventually. First time, I am on my own and I get sick. Very weak, she put her arms in the air, maybe only a few inches in the arm. "Yay..." she said, with very little excitement but that was only because she had no energy in her.
Preparing for a trip, Yeshua gather very little belongings. He still had a ways to go. Peter approached him. "Rabbi, is your mother and sisters staying with that girl?"
"No, they are coming with us. Mother and them will go back to Nazareth, then we'll head to Jerusalem as planned."
Peter nodded then noticed he forgot the mention the girl. He remembered her from Cana, and that town was on the way to Jerusalem. "And the girl will be back in Cana?"
Yeshua looked at his disciple, "no, she is coming with us."
A huge look of disbelief fell on him, "What? But-but-why?"
He just nodded and went into the other room. Peter stood there wondering what was going on. He couldn't imagine traveling with just five men and a woman. That's not normal. Still, he tried not to think on it too hard. Maybe there was a purpose for it. What did he know? He had gone by Simon his whole life and now his name became Peter. Who knew what was going on in Yeshua's mind.

Authoress Notes: Yes, I know, so cheesy but what can I say. But at this point a few things:
-The twelve are not together, yet.
-There is a lot of traveling, I found some timelines about Yeshua's travels and I'm working them into the story.
-Miriam is his Mother.
-Mariam is Mary Magdelene (which he already met earlier).
I swear it will pick up more in the next chapter. Also, let me know do you all wanna know what happened to Kitra while she was in Rome? See, for this story I have a lot of future chapters already written, like a chapter I have done is going to be either Chapter 13 or 16 depends, I also have the ending written out as well. But dunno if that will throw off the story line. So let me know, :D Also, if you think some parts are moving too fast, you gotta remember this is in times before people would 'take it slow' and dating doesn't exist. (Plus, like I got 3 1/2 years to work with =_= )
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