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Guardian Angel - Pilot

PROLOGUE EXT. A DESERT GARDEN – NIGHT A rail-thin man kneels at a boulder half the size of himself.   His head is bowed, his clasped hands raised. Far away from him, the black head of a serpent rises into view – a shadow given shape.   It hisses and slithers slowly toward the kneeling man. The man shivers and sobs.   This is JESUS – not the perfect, white-washed messiah, but a terrified, middle-aged, Middle-Eastern laborer.                           JESUS                      (Subtitled)                Father?   Can you hear me? From everywhere at once, a hiss echoes.   Jesus looks up to the sky – where he thinks heaven is.                           JESUS                      (Subtitled)                If it is possible, please…take this cup from me. Loud snores fill the air.   Jesus turns. A stone’s throw away from him lies a group of men: laborers all.   They are the APOSTLES, and they are all fast asleep. You have t

Of Gods and Men - Volume II

CHAPTER 6 Head Them Off!                “Take my hand,” Shepherd said, offering his own without looking back at the young maiden behind him.   His gaze was focused ahead now; to the thick forest growing all around them.               The tallest Yew trees he had ever seen surrounded them; their boles thick and their bark cracked.   They were old, Shepherd sensed, and while there were several younger and more slender saplings springing up out of the earth, the tall Yews yielded no ground.   The old was choking down the young.             He felt Carys’s hand fall into his, and he was instantly recalled to the present.   There was work to do.   Shepherd closed his eyes and focused inwardly.   He had never seen Rama before, and knew very little of him.   As a mortal, Shepherd’s great love of divine lore did not extend to Rama.   The mysterious deity appeared briefly and infrequently; always as a herald, foretelling the doom of heroes, villains…even othe