Myth: I am God!

Yara carried Isaac back from the mountain to Canaan.

It was already past midnight.

The moonlight was bright, and the clouds were half-stained with a white and yellow pigment.

The twinkling stars, like soldiers, guarded the bright, silvery moon.

In the cool summer night, the moonlight shone unobstructed on everything on earth.

Even every blade of grass in Canaan shone with the cool light of the moon.

Yara walked across the grass, stepping on the light.

Moonlight and stars were behind him, and in his arms was little Isaac, who was sleeping peacefully and snoring softly.

In the distance, the village was lit by fire, and sparks moved around it.

Every now and then, faint, anxious calls could be heard.

That was his wife, Sarah. She saw her husband leave with the children looking strange, and they didn't return until midnight. In a panic, she gathered the villagers of Canaan, lit torches, and searched for her husband and children in the night.

"Yara—"

The Canaanites searched every corner of the village and followed their usual paths to the river and into the woods, but they still could not find any trace of Ara.

They were planning to go up the mountain to check if they still hadn't found it...

And at that very moment.

Yara's voice came from afar—

"I'm here!"

The sound carried on the wind into the distance, and the villagers holding torches immediately surrounded Yara. His wife, in particular, ran faster than anyone else, nearly tripping over a pebble...

Finally, the villagers successfully met with Yara...

Torches illuminated everything around them.

The villagers were relieved to see that Yara and little Isaac were unharmed, but their hearts were filled with doubt...

And at this time.

His wife stepped forward, tears welling in her eyes, and stared at Yara with a resentful gaze, complaining:

"Yara, where have you been...?"

Do you know how worried I am about you and the children?

"And from the very beginning, you've been strange..."

Yara bowed his head and placed the sleeping infant in his arms into his wife's hands. He sighed softly and looked at the mountain he had come from, illuminated by the silver moon. He explained:

"This is a complicated matter..."

"It's also very dangerous..."

"But God protects us, we're alright..."

Not only his wife, but now even the villagers were filled with curiosity. Their eyes, illuminated by the flickering firelight, all looked at Yara with longing, wondering what great adventures this messiah had now embarked on...

The group of people, carrying torches, walked towards the village.

Yara explained her experience of the day with lingering fear:

"The existence of some evil spirit or deity has clouded my judgment..."

"Let me sacrifice my son with my own hands..."

At this point, his wife and the other villagers were all taken aback and involuntarily turned their heads back, their eyes shining with an unusual light as they looked at Yara.

His wife, in particular, instinctively pulled Isaac closer to her. Her pupils trembled as she looked at Yara, gasping for breath.

"You took the child out...to sacrifice him??"

"Oh my God..."

Yara quickly explained:

"That monster has bewitched my mind..."

"In my eyes..."

"I only took a lamb..."

The villagers listened to this story at night as if it were a ghost tale. They were somewhat frightened, yet also excited, and wanted to hear what happened next. They asked:

"And then?"

"How did you detect it and escape?"

Yara shook his head with some guilt, sighed, and his voice faded into the long night:

"No......"

"I never realized it... or rather, I was simply unable to realize it..."

"That monster is similar to a dream monster, but far more dangerous..."

"It doesn't just control illusions; it's also particularly adept at bewitching people..."

The villagers, holding torches, listened intently. They had actually reached the village entrance, but Yara's story was so captivating that they all stayed there instead of going home, waiting for Yara to finish.

"The lamb is a sacrificial offering..."

"And children are lambs..."

"It seduced me, saying that God needed sacrifices..."

Ultimately, it forced me to choose between God and the Son...

"Either abandon God, or kill your son."

The villagers listened with trepidation. Having imagined Yara's scene themselves, they all wore expressions of horror and anguish. If they had to make this choice, they would most likely turn their backs on God and save their own children...

Sarah, his wife, also turned pale upon hearing this. She exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh my god..."

"So how did you manage to save the child...?"

Before the wife could finish speaking, a blasphemous thought arose in the minds of the villagers...

Could it be...?

Has God’s Messiah turned away from his Lord?

Is this really possible?

But if that's not the case, then how did the Messiah's son return alive?

A chilling sense of dread spread among the villagers.

Some people even felt a chill run down their spines, and a sense of dread crept into their hair...

When the atmosphere reached its most somber moment.

Yara spoke, her eyes filled with utmost piety, and her tone softened with a hint of relief—

"I have not forsaken my Lord..."

"They didn't kill my son either..."

"At the lowest point of my consciousness, when I was suffering the most inner turmoil—"

"The messenger of God has appeared!"

Everyone listened, completely absorbed.

Arah then kept everyone in suspense, asking, "When I was about to offer my offspring as a sacrifice to the Lord, God said something. Do you know what God said?"

The villagers asked, "What did they say?"

Yara recalled for a moment and said:

"God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering."

"Then, the messenger placed the monster on the altar, replacing my offspring."

"To become a sacrifice offered to God..."

Finally, Yara, looking at the villagers engrossed in the story, seized the opportunity and appealed:

"So...Canaanites..."

"Have faith in the Lord, practice the Nine Commandments, and become righteous..."

"If you are entangled by evil gods and spirits, only your faith will remain steadfast..."

"Then only a messenger of God will save you..."

Upon hearing this, the villagers and their wives' initial panic and tension vanished instantly.

It transformed into worship and reverence; they constantly praised the greatness of the Lord in their hearts...

Some Canaanites whose faith was not pure, fearing that they would be possessed by evil spirits, went back and threw away and burned some of the hidden Olympian statues, keeping only the objects related to their faith in God, and continued to worship them devoutly every day.

This story gradually evolved into several versions during the Canaanite retelling...

Soon after, the passing merchants heard about this.

This story was also carried along trade routes to various parts of the world, taking root in different city-states.

Countless poets have drawn inspiration from this, creating numerous poems and legends...

So much so that even when Isaac was still an infant, stories about him already began to circulate—

He was a burnt offering forgiven by God...

The miracle witnessed in the fire...

Son of Canaan.

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