Found. Morgan Rice

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      Caitlin looked around the town again, squinting, searching for any building that resembled a synagogue. But she found none. They were all just simple abodes.

      “I don’t see anything,” she said. “All the buildings look the same to me. They’re all just small houses.”

      “I don’t either,” Caleb said.

      There was a long silence, as Caitlin tried to process it all. Her mind raced with possibilities.

      “Do you think that my Dad and the shield are somehow connected to all this?” Caitlin asked. “Do you think that going to the places where Jesus was will lead us to my Dad?”

      Caleb narrowed his eyes, as he seemed to think for a long time.

      “I don’t know,” he said finally. “But clearly, your Dad is guarding a very great secret. A secret not just for the vampire race, but for all humanity. A shield, or a weapon, that will change the nature of the entire human race, for all time. It must be very powerful. And it seems to me, that if anyone was meant to help lead us to your father, it would be someone very powerful. Like Jesus. It would make sense to me. Maybe, to find one, we have to find the other. After all, it is your cross that unlocked so many keys to get us here. And nearly all of our clues we found in churches and monasteries.”

      Caitlin tried to take it all in. Was it possible that her Dad knew Jesus? Was he one of his disciples? The idea was staggering, and her sense of mystery around him deepened.

      She sat there on the well, looking around the sleepy village, stumped. She had no idea where to even begin to look. Nothing at all stood out to her. And even more, she was feeling increasingly desperate to find Scarlet. Yes, she wanted to find her Dad more than ever; she felt the four keys practically burning in her pocket. But she saw no obvious way to use them – and it was hard to even focus on him with thoughts of Scarlet in her mind. The idea that she was all alone out there tore her apart. Who knew if she was even safe?

      But then again, she had no idea where to look for Scarlet either. She felt an increasing sense of hopelessness.

      Suddenly, a shepherd appeared through the gate, walking slowly into the town square, followed by his flock of sheep. He wore a long white robe and hood covering his head from the sun and headed towards them, holding a staff. At first, Caitlin thought that he was walking right to them. But then she realized: the well. He was merely coming to get something to drink, and they were in the way.

      As he walked in, the sheep swarmed all around him, filling the square, all heading for the well. They must have known it was watering time. Within moments, Caitlin and Caleb found themselves in the midst of the flock, the delicate animals nudging them out of the way so they could get to the water. Their impatient bleating filled the air, as they waited for their shepherd to tend to them.

      Caitlin and Caleb moved aside as the shepherd approached the well, turning the rusty crank, and slowly raising the pail. As he went to lift it, he pulled back his hood.

      Caitlin was surprised to see that he was young. He had a large shock of blond hair, a blonde beard, and bright blue eyes. He smiled, and she could see the sun lines in his face, crinkling around his eyes, and could feel the warmth and kindness radiating off of him.

      He took the overflowing pail of water, and, despite the sweat all over his forehead, despite the fact that he appeared thirsty, he turned and poured the first bucket of water into the trough at the base of the well. The sheep crowded in, bleating, muscling each other out of the way as they drank.

      Caitlin was overcome by the strangest feeling that perhaps this man knew something, that perhaps he was put in their path for a reason. If Jesus lived in this time, she figured, maybe this man would have heard of him?

      Caitlin felt a pang of nervousness, as she cleared her throat.

      “Excuse me?” she asked.

      The man turned and looked at her, and she felt the intensity in his eyes.

      “We are looking for someone. I’m wondering if you might know if he lives here.”

      The man narrowed his eyes, and as he did, Caitlin felt as if he were seeing right through her. It was uncanny.

      “He lives,” the man replied, as if reading her mind. “But he is in this place no longer.”

      Caitlin could hardly believe it. It was true.

      “Where has he gone?” Caleb asked. Caitlin heard the intensity in his voice, and could sense how desperately he wanted to know.

      The man shifted his gaze to Caleb.

      “Why, to the Galilee,” the man responded, as if it were obvious. “To the sea.”

      Caleb narrowed his eyes.

      “Capernaum?” Caleb asked tentatively.

      The man nodded back.

      Caleb’s eyes opened wide in recognition.

      “There are many followers on the trail,” the man said cryptically. “Seek and ye shall find.”

      The shepherd suddenly lowered his head, turned, and began to walk away, the sheep following. Soon, he was heading across the square.

      Caitlin could not let him go. Not yet. She had to know more. And she sensed that he was holding something back.

      “Wait!” she cried out.

      The shepherd stopped and turned, staring at her.

      “Do you know my father?” she asked.

      To Caitlin’s surprise, the man slowly nodded back.

      “Where is he?” Caitlin asked.

      “That is for you to find out,” he said. “You are the one who carries the keys.”

      “Who is he?” Caitlin asked, desperate to know.

      Slowly, the man shook his head.

      “I am merely a shepherd on the way.”

      “But I don’t even know where to look!” Caitlin responded, desperate. “Please. I have to find him.”

      The shepherd slowly broke into a smile.

      “Always, the best place to look is right where you are,” he said.

      And with that, he covered his head, and turned and crossed the square. He passed through the arched gate, and a moment later, he was gone, his sheep following.

      Always the best place to look is where you are.

      His words rang through Caitlin’s mind. Somehow, she sensed it was more than just an allegory. The more she dwelled on it, the more she felt that it was literal. As if he were telling her there was a clue right here, where she was.

      Caitlin suddenly turned and searched the well, the place they had been sitting. Now, she sensed something.

      Always the best place to look is where you are.

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