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Act 1.
Scene 1 . - On the way to Rome. The lament of the Christ who refuses to fail
[Enter Jesuha, also known as Jesus, the one who claims to be the SON of GOD, the SON OF MAN, so-called KING OF THE JEWS, and now, failed rebel against the Principate. He is haggard, he is in chains. His look is one of pure regret at what has transpired. The year is 33 AD, or 786 Ab urbe condita)
Jesuha.
ܐܝܠܝ ܐܝܠܝ ܠܡܐ ܫܒܩܬܢܝ
This is not how I expected things to go. Jerusalem is gone. Bethlehem is gone. Tiberius destroyed it on the orders of the Caesar. Mary of Magdalene is dead. My mother is dead. Thomas the Twin is dead. Matthew is dead. So is the one who mistook my words of "correcting the world to what it should be", Judas Iscariot. He started the rebellion the day I drove money changers out of the temple. I do not know where my beloved disciple is, nor can I see where Cephas has fled to when the legions broke the movement's back and salted the fields of Judea. I cannot sense the other disciples. I pray they survived.
All I can tell you, those of you who view my plight from afar, in time and space, that I am on the way to Roma to be paraded in a triumph for Tiberius. None of this was supposed to be. I was to die in Jerusalem under orders of Pontius Pilate. I can see it happening many times over. Nailed to a cross for man's sins. Many versions of me screaming out to my father, asking why he has forsaken me. Now I'm on my way to Roma. But will I die? Can I die? I have seen how my counterparts died, how they did it.
But can I? I am not sure. Nothing about this world is right. Why did he allow it to come to pass in this manner? Why did he allow the Kingdom of Heaven to be swept away?
Every moment Tiberius's legions inch closer to the city of marble, I quiver and quake with fear.
To calm the fears flooding through me, I close my eyes and hope to see a semblance of serenity in my future. But instead of that welcomed serenity, all there is is scenes of the future: I see the one they call Augustulus, the son of Augustus. Once the triumph is over, the one who calls himself Divi filius wants to see another "Divi filius" since it's "so rare to meet one!"
I am scared.
This is not how things were supposed to be. This world is wrong.
But can I fix it to what my father has proclaimed on countless other worlds?