The Untold Story of Elijah
By Kurt W. Schuller (USA)
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This manuscript (currently titled "the tishbite" but I am considering "A Man of God") is unfinished This Is a fictional account of the life of Elijah. It is raw and powerful reflecting the actual state of life at the time.It has a strong sexual theme which is necessary because of the story it tells. It is both inspirational as well as entertaining. It was written to entertain the reader first.` Your feedback is welcome I hope you enjoy.
Part one: A Man Of God
Obadiah was now deep with the bowels of the palace. Like the entire city, this palace was built into the side of a hill. Early on, as the construction was getting ready to begin Obadiah had worked with the surveyors. During the survey some large caves had been discovered. There had been some brief discussion on whether to fill them in or not. With all the money that Omri was lavishing on this project it came down to simple economics. Obadiah asked the engineers if they could just wall them over and they said yes. After that he had simply forgotten about them- until today.
He lifted the lantern high to light up the storage room. Several rats scurried purposely, surprised by this rare intrusion into their domain. They all seemed to disappear into the wall in front of him. Upon close inspection he saw a small hole at the base of the wall. Tentatively he reached his hand into the opening and could feel air moving through it coming into the storage room.
“The cave must have an outside entrance.” He thought.
Taking a stonecutters hammer and chisel he worked at the mortar of one of the two foot by two-foot stones at the walls base. It gave way much easier than he expected and he pulled it from the wall. He reached the lantern inside and then crawled through.
It was vast inside the cave. He could not see its walls, as they were beyond the lamps illuminative power. He closed his eyes and stood as still as possible. In a moment, a fresh breeze began to touch his face and he opened his eyes and walked in its direction. He could feel that the elevation was changing and that he was now climbing up. The blackness began to fade and the temperature rose as he drew closer to must be the cave’s entrance. The cave had gotten much narrower and he was forced to crouch down. Eventually he had to crawl before he reached the caves entrance. The sun blinded him as he emerged from the inky blackness of the cave and it took a moment for his sight to return.
“Perfect!” he exclaimed to himself. The entrance was well hidden by several large boulders. As he surveyed the land he saw that he was near the top of the hill on the opposite side from the city, out of sight of anyone. He returned to the cave and made his way back to the large chamber. Treading carefully, he explored it. He found a spring bubbling up from the stone floor and a short river that disappeared under a vast sheet of smooth granite. Dipping his cupped palm in the icy water, he tested it gingerly against his tongue. It was fresh! The chamber was huge; it could probably hold at least 200 men.
He knelt and thanked God. Now the only questioned left unanswered was –would he have enough time before Rabah began his purge.