Alana woke up. She had a miserable night’s sleep. She spent the night twisting and turning. She was upset about the fight she had with Marc. Of course, she knew they’d spar again.
She went to the kitchen and poured some orange juice. Her mind drifted back the year she lived in Israel and the time she spent in Tiberias. She was so happy. As she was canoeing down the Jordan, her canoe capsized. The water was calm and she is a good swimmer. But she wasn’t ready for the dead branches floating in the river. They got stuck in her personal floatation device. And she was being pulled under.
She gasped for air. She managed to pull herself up. She swam to shore. Her canoe floated down the river. She saw a family enjoying a 
picnic. They asked if she needed help. She nodded she was ok. Their little ones offered her some apples and figs. She thanked them and started walking.
The apple was decent. However, it was a little too hard. She spits most of it out and hit the figs, which were not much better. Her arms began to shake. She was feeling slightly ill. But she did go through a crazy experience in the river. She figured her nerves were making her nutty. Not the fruit. She loved all fruit and is a nature girl. Not long ago, she had a spiritual connection with these fruits. She started breathing heavily. Her body shook a little. Then she started firing apples out of her hands and figs were coming out of her eyes
She remembered when she was in the seminary. She and a teacher were privately discussing the forbidden fruit. And the symbolism the figs have for the Holy Land.
She knew she loved Israel and wanted it to remain strong. She felt sick that night. She figured apples and figs would cure her. Over the next few days, she ate them like an addict. She got better. But noticed she was getting stronger. She credited the fruits.
A day or so later she fell down the steps leading toward the Jaffa Gate. She hit the ground hard. But didn’t get hurt. She decided it was because of her recent intake of apples and figs. They were medicinal. She did not know that they helped her grow both physically and spiritually. And would empower her. How she’d use the power was up to her.
As she walked on, she was scared, yet excited. She started to practice her aim. And hoped she’d be able to release these fruits at will. She figured she could use them to do good or bad. Wherever her mood took her.
She thought about getting Marc. But how would she get him?
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