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Sorry about the delay but I haven't really been around that much. I've never been to any of those countries that I use in this story except Britain so please forgive me if the information isn't accurate. Thank you for reviewing and please, do continue.
Jerusalem
As he exited the airport he was greeted with a slight breeze of cool air which was a positive change considering Prague and Britain. Snow couldn't be seen but people didn't exactly wear summer clothes either. Israel. He had never been to the country before and didn't really like the idea of going but it looked like he had no choice. Of course he had a choice but it wasn't a nice one and the outcome of this particular one seemed to be better. For the first time in many years he felt he needed to do something. Not just because it needed to be done but because he wanted to. He had never had a meaningful relationship because there was an invisible treshold between him and the fantasy world other people lived in. He had always known that in some point he had to let go or tell the truth about himself. Letting go was easier and perhaps less painfull. Then there was Lara who didn't need to step over the treshold to his side. She too had spent most of her life on the side where the grass wasn't always so green.
There was a difference between them. Lara had chosen her path of life willingly while Kurtis as the last of his kind had been ordered to do so. He had tried to avoid it by running away but the death of his father and some supernatural events had convinced him othervise. There was no other world for him but this one and from it there was no way out. He sighed and walked to the bus that would take him to his hotel. Mount Zion was the name of hotel if he remembered correctly. He had decided to go to the hotel, book in and be on his way then. He didn't have the time to linger and enjoy.
The ride to hotel was far from pleasant since the bus was old and pretty cold. He sat tight on his place not paying attention to the other occupants of the bus because he couldn't quite make out what it was they were saying. He hadn't specialized in many languages. Kurtis kept his eyes on the road hoping the journey would come to an end soon. The bus pulled over to a parking lot in the old part of the city and the tourists rushed out of the bus with a speed Kurtis had thought most of them weren't able to move. It was amazing how even the largest ones could find this childlike facination inside of them. To them it was just another part of the world where nothing could ever harm their happiness. Kurtis sat and waited while the others exited the bus and slowly descented the steps walking directly to the reception.
Little over half an hour after entering the hotel he exited it with many flyers about museums in the area stuffed in his pockets. The receptionist himself hadn't been able to tell Kurtis anything vital about the museums. Only piece of information he had managed to gather had been the adresses of the nearest ones. He had decided starting from the Rockefeller Archaelogical museum and could only hope that he would find a lead to the mound known as Calvary. If he had been a tourist in this country it would probably be the last place he'd ask questions about but now the information could save many lives. He had asked the receprionist to call a taxi which arrived a couple minutes after he had exited the hotel. He hoped the driver would now a bit of English.
To Kurtis' relief the driver was educated enough to drive him to the museum. Without Winston there would've been no way that Kurtis would've been able to pay for this trip. The old butler seemed to have thought him a friend and had even had some strange glint in the corner of his eye. At the moment Kurtis hadn't paid attention to it but now that he thought of it he found it rather strange. Kurtis shook his head. Now wasn't the right time to think about something like that. He paid the driver and entered the museum with very little hope. He didn't really think it would be the right place to ask what really happened almost two thousand years ago at Calvary. He only hoped someone who knew was eavesdropping. The possibility to find someone like that in Jerusalem was minimal. Was there someone who believed something different than what the Bible told about the events of Calvary?
Sorry about the delay but I haven't really been around that much. I've never been to any of those countries that I use in this story except Britain so please forgive me if the information isn't accurate. Thank you for reviewing and please, do continue.
Jerusalem
As he exited the airport he was greeted with a slight breeze of cool air which was a positive change considering Prague and Britain. Snow couldn't be seen but people didn't exactly wear summer clothes either. Israel. He had never been to the country before and didn't really like the idea of going but it looked like he had no choice. Of course he had a choice but it wasn't a nice one and the outcome of this particular one seemed to be better. For the first time in many years he felt he needed to do something. Not just because it needed to be done but because he wanted to. He had never had a meaningful relationship because there was an invisible treshold between him and the fantasy world other people lived in. He had always known that in some point he had to let go or tell the truth about himself. Letting go was easier and perhaps less painfull. Then there was Lara who didn't need to step over the treshold to his side. She too had spent most of her life on the side where the grass wasn't always so green.
There was a difference between them. Lara had chosen her path of life willingly while Kurtis as the last of his kind had been ordered to do so. He had tried to avoid it by running away but the death of his father and some supernatural events had convinced him othervise. There was no other world for him but this one and from it there was no way out. He sighed and walked to the bus that would take him to his hotel. Mount Zion was the name of hotel if he remembered correctly. He had decided to go to the hotel, book in and be on his way then. He didn't have the time to linger and enjoy.
The ride to hotel was far from pleasant since the bus was old and pretty cold. He sat tight on his place not paying attention to the other occupants of the bus because he couldn't quite make out what it was they were saying. He hadn't specialized in many languages. Kurtis kept his eyes on the road hoping the journey would come to an end soon. The bus pulled over to a parking lot in the old part of the city and the tourists rushed out of the bus with a speed Kurtis had thought most of them weren't able to move. It was amazing how even the largest ones could find this childlike facination inside of them. To them it was just another part of the world where nothing could ever harm their happiness. Kurtis sat and waited while the others exited the bus and slowly descented the steps walking directly to the reception.
Little over half an hour after entering the hotel he exited it with many flyers about museums in the area stuffed in his pockets. The receptionist himself hadn't been able to tell Kurtis anything vital about the museums. Only piece of information he had managed to gather had been the adresses of the nearest ones. He had decided starting from the Rockefeller Archaelogical museum and could only hope that he would find a lead to the mound known as Calvary. If he had been a tourist in this country it would probably be the last place he'd ask questions about but now the information could save many lives. He had asked the receprionist to call a taxi which arrived a couple minutes after he had exited the hotel. He hoped the driver would now a bit of English.
To Kurtis' relief the driver was educated enough to drive him to the museum. Without Winston there would've been no way that Kurtis would've been able to pay for this trip. The old butler seemed to have thought him a friend and had even had some strange glint in the corner of his eye. At the moment Kurtis hadn't paid attention to it but now that he thought of it he found it rather strange. Kurtis shook his head. Now wasn't the right time to think about something like that. He paid the driver and entered the museum with very little hope. He didn't really think it would be the right place to ask what really happened almost two thousand years ago at Calvary. He only hoped someone who knew was eavesdropping. The possibility to find someone like that in Jerusalem was minimal. Was there someone who believed something different than what the Bible told about the events of Calvary?