The Ten Plagues
By WolvesRule612
As Pharaoh walked through his palace halls, he reflected on all that his empire had accomplished.
The pyramids, a wondrous creation that he, The Bright and Morning Star, had constructed to serve as the eternal resting place of the greatest Pharaoh to ever live, stood just outside the city, to serve as a reminder of the power of the Pharaoh.
The sphinx, an offering to the Sun god, Ra, had been erected as a sign of the worship from the people of Egypt.
The palace, that he had built as the living space for himself and his family. All had been proud to see that their ruler was living in such a fine place as was the palace.
"I am the most powerful man who has ever lived," he said to himself as he stopped his walk to lean on the balcony. "My empire shall stand throughout the ages. It will strike down any who stand against it. None shall be as great as I. I shall live on forever!" He slammed his fist down on the balcony edge, inwardly knowing that all good things come to an end.
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He had driven these people to build this great monument to his power. He had forced them to labor for his achievements. And now God had had enough and had chosen this man to represent His people.
But all who looked upon him thought that God had surely made a mistake.
Moses was a tall, lanky man for a Hebrew and his voice was quiet and would lose a contest with a lamb. His face was caked in sand, dust, and sweat and he smelled of sheep. Any could tell he lived a simple lifestyle, from the fact that his clothes were wrinkled and his shoes would often unbuckle as he walked. His eyes were the most unusual thing about him though. They were a light green with very little brown in them, strange for a Hebrew man, but friendly and gave him a look of the wise, but unconfident.
He hunched as he walked down the far-to familiar streets leading to the palace, getting more and more uncomfortable as he and his companion walked.
His friend was also noticeably fearful of the palace, his dark brown eyes looking over his large nose straight down on the ground in front of him. His clothes were those of the average slave in Egypt, torn from whiplashes and work.
Moses looked at his companion. "Aaron?" He said softly.
"Yes brother?" Aaron replied.
"Do you think Pharaoh is really going to listen?" Moses asked honestly.
"Do you want my overly optimistic answer, or my painfully realistic answer?" Aaron said sarcastically.
This Moses ignored, and instead turned his attention to the busy streets, full of people trying to sell something, anything, to make a profit. "Chickens!" "Fresh goat!" and "Slaves!" were just some of the many hollered offers as merchants tried to sell their goods.
The crowded avenue finally ended at the foot of the palace.
Aaron glanced over at his terrified little brother. "It's all in God's hands now. We have no more control."
And this was just the first of many times Moses would take a step out of himself and into I AM.