The Book of James
In the 222nd year after the flood, the Hittites had risen to power under the rule of a king. These people worshipped many blasphemous gods who were said to bring the storms to water their fields. My father, Mursili, was born from a Hittite mother and an unknown father. For 62 years, he worshipped these same gods, thinking they were the ones to bring salvation to the world.
Soon after these 62 years, Mursili became a nomad, being rejected by his own people. For many years he wandered the lands, looking for shelter from the storms that he once worshipped. That was until he met James.
James always wore strange clothing from a far away place. His attire often consisted of black stitched pants that fit him well. He wore strange footwear that covered his entire feet. He wore a shirt of white that also fit him well underneath a short robe that went to his waist and covered his arms. He wore a strange necklace of cloth that was shaped as a diamond. He was very pale.
Mursili ran in fear upon seeing him, as the man spoke the language from his faraway land and held in his hand a device that produced fire. Eventually James located Mursili and handed him a fruit that was red and covered in seeds. He had tasted nothing like it before and was amazed by the flavor.
James showed Mursili many strange things within his collection. One of which was a stick that could produce drawings simply by touching it to a surface. James disappeared during the day, but would always come to Mursili at night in order to show him new objects. Now, Mursili would not know what these objects were and would often forget about them due to his old age. One of these days, James was stricken with an unknown illness and was given bedding by my mother, who was pregnant with me at the time. This illness wasn't marked by physical symptoms other than weakness, but was instead marked by constant screaming and beady eyes. James would often stare in fear at things unseen and lash out at those around him.
Then, just as soon as his condition worsened, the man disappeared, not even leaving a trace of himself behind. Mursili was deeply troubled by this and soon he disappeared as well. I still do not know the truth behind this matter, and often think about what might have happened if my mother went out to seek Mursili much like how he sought out James.
Soon after, the king of the Hittites was assassinated and we were forced to flee deep into the desert. I write this as we arrive in the land of the people of God, and hope that this will bring answers to any who know other details about this man.
