Emmy ran out of the palace in shock. Was this all real?
She followed some cattle to the Nile river.
“Oh my goodness,” Emmy gasped, “If that was Moses, I need to get his autograph!”
She sat down at the edge of the river, and played with cattails thoughtfully.
There was a strange feeling of the earth moving, best described as time passing.
The sun was high in the sky, and a boat came down the river.
Pharaoh sat on his big, fancy chair on the boat.
His servants surrounded him, shading and feeding him.
“Pharaoh!” A voice shouted, Emmy glanced towards the speaker. The people of Israel had gathered at the edge of the river, standing behind Moses and Aaron.
“This is what Hashem says: ‘Let my people go’! Or then I will strike the water of the Nile, and all the water in the land of Egypt will turn into blood. Except for Goshen, where the people of Israel reside.”
Pharaoh rolled his eyes. “I already told you, I’m not interested in–”
“BOOM” went the sound of Aaron’s staff hitting the water.
A huge sound wave traveled throughout the land. In the spot that the staff had hit, a geyser of blood spurted out, splattering everywhere sickeningly. The cattle in the river bolted out in horror, covered with blood. Dead fish appeared, floating on the surface.
Emmy felt sick. But she stayed and watched, as the Pharaoh’s magicians conjured up blood in small bowls. Pathetic…
Pharaoh called to Moses from his boat in the bloody river,
“I will not let the Hebrews go!”
“Pharaoh’s heart is hard…” Emmy recalled this bit of the story that was told in the future.
And then Emmy snapped a picture of the river with her phone.