"Blood is an abomination before GOD," one of the Pharisees shouted.
"NO," Yahsourah said, "FIRST OF ALL IT'S A NATURAL THING. SECONDLY DO YOU THINK IT'S POSSIBLE TO HIDE ANYTHING FROM GOD AND THIRD, YOU ARE CAUSING ONE OF GOD'S PRECIOUS CHILDREN TO BLEED BY DRIVING NAILS INTO HER HANDS AND FEET. YOU ARE DOING THAT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING HER MOTHER DID WHICH WAS ESSENTIALLY NOTHING. I HAVE SAID THIS BEFORE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN. GOD DOES NOT WANT ANYONE TO BE HURT. WHAT PART OF THAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND. NOW, TAKE THE NAILS OUT OF HER AND LET HER GO BEFORE I GET ANGRY."
"B-"
"YOU WILL DO AS SHE TELLS YOU," God's voice thundered.
"But She's nobody,"
"SHE IS MY DAUGHTER AND I'M WARNING YOU NOW SHE'S ABOUT TO GET ANGRY."
"Oh wow," Luke snorted, "A five-year-old getting angry. How scary."
Yasourah walked over to the menstruation tent and knocked it apart in one blow.
"THAT'S WHAT I THINK OF THAT," She said.
"How did you do that," Joan asked.
"LET THE CHILD DOWN," Yahsourah answered.
The people listened to Her and took the nails out.
"Forgive me," Abel whispered.
He was the one that drove the nails.
"Of course I forgive you," Yahsourah remarked.
She walked over to the little girl.
"What is your name," She asked.
"Amaris," the girl answered.
"I Am Yahsourah," She said.
With Her fingers She gently touched the holes made by the hammer and nails. The marks and her pain went away instantly.
"How did you do that? You're a miracle worker."
"My Father does miracles through me," Yahsourah explained.
"Are you the promised one," Mora whispered.
"I am," Yahsourah said, "But don't tell anyone. It's not time yet."
"Time for what," Amaris asked.
Yahsourah smiled.
"My Father has a plan," She explained, "And I am following His plan."
She went home. The next day She was playing with Her brother. David seemed distracted.
"You okay buddy?" Yahsourah asked.
David just shrugged.
"What happened," She asked, "You can tell me."