Youella, The Young Prophet

YOUELLA THE YOUNG PROPHET AND HIS SIX UNCLES

Chapter 1: The Six Brothers' Evil Conspiracy

In a quiet land touched by the breath of the divine, there lived a young prophet named Youella—a child unlike any other, anointed from birth and filled with light. But where light shines, shadows often gather.

Youella was the grandson of Mr. Phillip, a wise elder who delighted in the Word of God, and Mrs. Magdalene, a gentle grandmother whose prayers wrapped her family like a cloak. Youella had three loving aunts—Rose, Glory, and Blessing—women of warmth and kindness. Yet, among his kin were six uncles, men clouded by jealousy and hardened hearts:

• Michael, the first and eldest.

• Gabriel, the second with eyes that burned cold.

• Paul, the third, sharp-tongued and restless.

• James, the fourth, bitter and proud.

• Thomas, the fifth, a man of envy.

• Peter, the sixth, whose thoughts were always dark.

Though they shared his blood, they did not share his spirit. Youella walked in holiness and truth, preaching the word of the Most High from a young age. The animals gathered at his feet, the children clung to his presence, and the hearts of the humble were stirred by his voice. His words held power, his eyes gleamed with peace, and that peace became a sword to those filled with hatred.

His uncles, blinded by rage and consumed with envy, despised him. They could not stand the way their father, Mr. Phillip, smiled when Youella spoke. They could not bear how their mother wept with joy at his words, or how even the wind seemed to pause when he taught. And so, they schemed.

A DARK COUNCIL OF BROTHERS

In secret, the six gathered under the shroud of night.

Michael spoke first, his voice tight with resentment.

“What shall we do with this boy, this so-called prophet who steals our father’s affection and disrupts our peace with endless preaching?”

Peter grunted. “He is no ordinary child. Have you not seen how even animals draw near him? The people speak of him as if he were an angel! This is beyond natural, we must act.”

Paul scowled. “I care nothing for his teachings. What I want is silence, his silence. His very presence stirs unrest within me. We must end this.”

Gabriel leaned forward, a wicked smile creeping across his lips. “At last! You’ve spoken the burden I’ve carried. I have a plan.. one that will rid us of him quietly.”

Michael shifted. “Kill him? That seems... extreme.”

James slammed his fist. “What other choice do we have? Father forces us to listen to him day after day! I’ve grown weary of pretending. I hate him. I hate everything he represents.”

Thomas ever the whisperer of doubt, added, “If we allow this to continue, Father will make him a leader over us. Imagine, Michael, you are the eldest, and yet this child may soon rule us. Shouldn’t you rejoice that we’re willing to do the dirty work for your sake?”

Gabriel’s eyes gleamed. “Here is my plan: we lure him to the mountain farm, take him to the cliff, and push him over. If he survives such a fall, then perhaps he truly is divine. But I doubt even he could rise from that.”

Thomas nodded, intrigued. “But what if our parents ask where he is?”

James scoffed. “We say we don’t know. Are we his keepers?”

Peter smirked. “So... when shall we do it? And Michael, you’ve grown silent. Don’t tell me you’re softening toward him now?”

Michael hesitated. “It’s not right. This is murder. There must be another way. Even a lion would not survive that fall, let alone a boy.”

Paul hissed. “You see? His preaching is working its way into your soul. If we don’t kill him, what then, beat him? Cripple him? No! His presence is unbearable to me. He must be erased.”

Gabriel concluded coldly, “Then it is settled. If Michael won’t join us, we five will do it ourselves. Tomorrow morning, after his usual teaching, around the eleventh hour, I will bring him with us to the mountain. There, we end this.”

The Spirit Reveals the Plot

But what they did not know, what the darkness cannot ever know—is that the light sees all. The Holy Spirit whispered the plot to Youella in the stillness of the night. The boy, pure in heart and mighty in spirit, was not caught unaware. His path had been foretold, and the pain ahead had purpose.

The Next Morning

The sun rose gently, unaware of the evil brewing beneath its warmth. Youella, clothed in white, stood among the people, teaching as always with grace and clarity. Afterward, Gabriel approached, feigning a smile.

“Teacher,” he said smoothly, “we found something marvelous at the farm near the mountain, mysterious, colorful eggs, unlike anything we've seen. Perhaps you, our wise brother, can tell us what kind of bird could lay such wondrous things. Will you come with us and share your knowledge?”

Youella looked into Gabriel’s eyes. He saw the plan, the cliff, and the fall. But he also saw something deeper, a soul in chains, still loved. And so, without fear, he agreed.

THE TRIAL ON THE MOUNTAIN

Youella looked into Gabriel's eyes, his tone calm and his heart unwavering.

“You are right, Uncle Gabriel,” he said. “As your teacher, it is my duty to lead you from the shadows into the light, and never let any of you fall into darkness. But listen carefully to what I now say:

‘You must overcome the evil within your hearts. For evil bears no fruit—only sorrow, torment, and a pain that never leaves.’”

Thomas, ever the actor, clapped his hands together and pleaded, “Yes, yes, we hear you, Youella. But please, come with us! Tell us the name of the bird that laid these strange eggs. Please! Please!! Please!!!”

Youella, already aware of their plot, smiled softly and shook his head, not in mockery, but in sorrow.

“Very well,” he said. “I will go with you. Uncle Gabriel, lead the way.”

A MOTHER’S INTUITION

Back at home, a storm stirred in a grandmother’s spirit.

Grandma Magdalene turned to her husband with unease. “Phillip, something feels terribly wrong. Our sons... all six of them... going out with Youella, it troubles me.”

Grandpa Phillip, his brow furrowed, nodded. “I feel it too. My heart aches. But surely, they wouldn’t dare harm him…”

THE MOUNTAIN'S TRUTH

The journey led them high into the hills, to the mountain farm. But there were no eggs, no nests, and no birds. Just silence.

Youella turned and looked upon them all.

“It seems the eggs you spoke of do not exist. Tell me, Uncle Gabriel, what truly brought us here?”

Then, lifting his voice, he declared again:

“You must overcome the evil in your hearts. For evil will never reward you—only leave you with anguish and regret.”

He stepped toward the cliff’s edge. “Why do you stare at each other? I am here, just as you planned last night. ‘Let us bring him to the mountain and push him down, that he may die.’ Well, here I am. Let the one who would push me come, do it quickly, before others come. Perhaps after this, you will understand that God protects the righteous and preserves the holy.”

Their faces paled. How did he know?

Michael, trying to mask his fear with anger, barked, “Are you mad, Youella? Did you know of our plan and still come? Do you think we won’t go through with it?”

Youella turned to him, eyes filled with both grace and fire.

“Uncle Michael, if I had not come, then my words would have no weight. But now that I have followed you, there will be evidence to match my message. You will witness God’s hand today, but still, you will not understand. You’ll go back and plan again. And God will show another miracle. Again and again, until your hearts break open to truth.”

Thomas growled, “Why are we still listening? Just push him!”

With that, Youella cried out as they shoved him from the edge.

Paul, watching him fall, sneered, “Let’s see how he bothers us again with his noise.”

James laughed bitterly. “The boy had courage, I'll give him that. Knew our plan and still came.”

Peter whispered, “Didn’t I say? He’s not ordinary…”

Gabriel, cold as stone, said, “Let’s scatter, each go home by a different path. No one must suspect.”

A MIRACLE IN THE AIR

As Youella fell through the air, God intervened.

A tree caught him mid-fall, holding him safely. And then, out of the heavens, descended a magnificent white bird, large as a lion, with two golden horns shining like the sun. It swept him into the sky and carried him home, faster than any man could walk.

Only Grandma Magdalene saw the bird. Her eyes widened with holy awe.

The bird gently laid Youella down and vanished into the clouds.

“Youella…” she whispered.

He placed a finger on his lips. “Please, Grandma. Tell no one about what you’ve seen.”

She nodded slowly, heart racing. Is this the very bird my sons spoke of? She wondered. But Youella said no more. He entered the house quietly and went to rest before his uncles could return.

A HOLLOW CELEBRATION

By 4:00 PM, the six uncles returned, laughing, arms full of drinks, hearts drunk on wicked triumph.

Grandpa Phillip frowned. “What is the meaning of this celebration?”

Gabriel quickly answered, “Father, Youella once said we should rejoice always, and today the air is cool, the skies are calm, and the world feels peaceful.”

Thomas added, “Yes, and didn’t he say we must lift each other’s spirits in the right way, with joy and love?”

Grandpa Phillip, unaware of their crime, beamed. “I’m glad you’ve finally learned from my precious grandson. You must listen to him; he speaks like an angel. His affection changes hearts. Sometimes I wish he were my firstborn. I’d make him chief among you, and any who love life would obey him.”

Peter, shifting nervously, asked, “But… where is he? It’s nearly five. Shouldn’t he be here by now to teach us?”

From behind them, a familiar voice rose like dawn:

“My dear uncles,” said Youella, stepping forward, “do not worry, I will never be late. I will always arrive right on time.”

He looked around and added, with a slight smile, “Wow, what’s all this? A celebration? Let me join you, then.”

Silence fell like thunder.

Cups dropped. Bottles shattered. Eyes widened in terror. Some even reached down and threw sand at him, convinced he was a ghost.

Grandpa, bewildered, scolded them. “What’s the matter with all of you? Especially you, Thomas, why is your mouth open like that? And throwing sand? He’s not a spirit! He’s my grandson!”

James, shaken, stammered, “We’re sorry, Father. The way he appeared behind us… It startled us. We didn’t mean to react like that. Forgive us, Youella.”

Youella, calm as ever, replied, “It’s alright, Uncle James. Grandpa, don’t trouble yourself, they didn’t mean harm.”

He turned to Peter. “Uncle Peter, shall we begin our next class? We will continue from where we stopped this morning, on the subject of evil.”

FIRE AND REVELATION

“You see, my dear uncles,” said Youella, voice calm and steady, “jealousy is the seed of evil. Once that seed takes root, it grows into blindness, a blindness that clouds the heart in darkness”.

When evil lives in your heart, you will no longer recognize what is right. You will shun the good and despise the truth. And whoever walks in evil shall never dwell with the Ancient of Days, for He is holy, and His presence is life eternal. But those who turn away from His light are bound for eternal destruction.

“For this reason,” he said again, “I plead with you: overcome the evil within you. It will never bring good, only sorrow and regret. Be affectionate to one another. Encourage one another. Only the courageous will withstand the schemes of the evil one. And always remember, “God is with the righteous and holy.”

He looked at them one last time. “That will be all for today.”

And with that, the class ended. The uncles went back to their rooms in silence, while Youella retreated to his place of rest.

A CRUELER PLOT

Three days later, a darker scheme was hatched among the six.

Gabriel gathered them in secret. “Brothers, can anyone explain how this little devil came back alive? We saw him fall from that cliff. Is he spirit or sorcery?”

Peter grunted, “I told you, he’s not ordinary. So if we’re going to stop him for good, we need an extraordinary plan. One that leaves no trace.”

Thomas grinned wickedly. “Let’s tie his hands and feet... and burn him to ashes. Let’s see him escape that.”

James nodded. “Perfect. Fire consumes everything. It’s impossible to survive.”

Michael, quieter than before, raised a concern. “Brothers… we threw him from a mountain where the bottom could not be seen. Yet he returned untouched. Have any of you asked how? What if God is with him? Are we not placing ourselves under judgment for trying to kill a man of God?”

Paul scoffed. “There it is, the charm of his words is affecting you too. You’ve been listening too much to his teachings! Can’t you see how Father treats him now? Talking about making that boy our chief? It’s humiliating! We must act now, before it’s too late.”

Thomas spoke again. “There’s a place he goes every afternoon between 1:30 and 3:00. A quiet spot in the bush, just a few miles away. We’ll ambush him there, dig a pit, tie him up, pour petrol, throw tires, and set it ablaze. Then vanish before anyone notices.”

Gabriel nodded grimly. “Agreed.”

James checked the time. “What are we waiting for?”

Peter looked at his watch. “1:55 PM.”

Thomas smirked. “Perfect. We’re right on time.”

And so they gathered petrol, five tires, and set off.

THE FLAME THAT COULD NOT CONSUME

But Youella, as always, already knew. The Holy Spirit whispered to him not just their plan, but even what they would attempt next if this one failed.

At 2:40 PM, they found him resting under the trees. Their faces lit with cruel satisfaction. They crouched low, ready to pounce from behind.

But before they could move, Youella stood and turned.

“My dear uncles,” he said, calm as still waters, “why are you hiding? Come, do what you came here to do. Again, you’ve chosen to obey the voice of evil instead of my teaching. But I tell you, I will save you all from this darkness, and the evil one will be ashamed.”

He looked at them with compassion. “But for now… he rejoices. Because you are doing his will.”

Michael, stunned, asked, “You knew we were coming to kill you?”

“Yes,” Youella answered. “And I know what you plan next if this fails.”

Michael’s voice trembled, “Then why didn’t you run?”

“If I run,” Youella said, “there will be no miraculous evidence to confirm my message. But after today, you, Michael, will begin to understand. And you will repent.”

Gabriel growled, “You must be a demon reborn, one who does not fear death!”

Youella shook his head gently. “No, I am not a demon. My life, my words, and my love for you all testify to who I am. And as for death, I fear only God. Believe me when I say, I cannot die, because there is no death in me. I came to remove death from you and dissolve it completely.

For light is destined to destroy darkness.”

James snapped, “Enough! Your words torment us. The only way to silence you is to end you.”

Peter nodded. “Let’s finish this and get out before someone sees us.”

They dug a pit, bound Youella hand and foot, doused him with petrol, threw the tires over him, and set him ablaze.

THE GLORY OF THE LORD

But fire could not touch him.

The flames roared. Tires crackled. The bush was filled with thick smoke and heat, but inside the fire, Youella stood untouched.

For the Spirit of the Living God dwelt within him. His hair was not singed. His clothes remained spotless. Not even the straps of his sandals were scorched. He stepped out of the pit as though he had just bathed and was anointed with oil.

The fire had consumed everything, except him.

THE RETURN OF THE “DEAD”

He hurried home, for the hour of teaching was near.

Meanwhile, at the house, the uncles had already told a lie: “A lion dragged him away.”

Grief had seized the household. Tears flowed. Wailing filled the air. Grandma and Grandpa mourned.

But then Youella appeared. Unharmed, Radiant, and Glorious.

Gasps turned to cries of joy.

Grandma rushed to him, embraced him, and kissed his forehead again and again.

Grandpa embraced him too, weeping in wonder. Everyone rejoiced, except the uncles.

Chapter 2: THE CONVICTION OF MICHAEL AND THE REPENTANCE OF FOUR.

At that moment, Michael broke down. He rose to his feet, walked to Youella, and knelt before him, weeping.

Michael fell to his knees, his voice trembling with awe.

Michael: “You… you must be an angel from God Most High!”

Youella, calm and full of light, answered:

“No, Uncle Michael. I am not an angel.

I am the Son of the Most High God, and today I rejoice, for the darkness in your heart has been completely dissolved by the light I carry. If the light had not entered you, you could not have believed me. But now that the light has found its way in, you see clearly that I am from God.”

Michael, tears flowing freely, said, “Forgive me, Youella. Forgive my ignorance, my cruelty, and the evil I once directed at you. From this moment forward, I will listen to your every teaching. I will follow wherever you lead. Please forgive me, Youella, my Lord and my Teacher.”

But Youella stepped forward, lifting Michael up by the hand.

Youella: “Please, Uncle. Stand up. Do not kneel to me. I am filled with joy just knowing you’ve repented. From now on, my light will dwell in you always.

This is what I’ve longed for, and now that it has come to pass, the joy is mine. Come, may I have a hug?”

Michael embraced Youella warmly. “Thank you for your love.”

Youella smiled and whispered: “Now… only five more to win.”

SUSPICION IN THE HOUSE

But those who were gathered. Grandpa, Grandma, and the others present watched in stunned silence. Whispers moved from one mouth to another.

What had happened? Why was Michael so emotional? Could it be… could it be that they had tried to harm Youella?

Grandpa, eyes narrowed with suspicion, broke the silence.

Grandpa: “Michael. I’m happy that you’ve chosen to follow Youella wholeheartedly. You speak with emotion, with affection, and with guilt. Now open your mouth, what did the six of you plan to do to my grandson?”

But Youella stepped forward quickly, his voice calm yet firm.

Youella: “Grandpa, please, they’ve done me no wrong. I am their nephew. They would never dare to hurt me.”

Grandpa: “They better not have. Because if I ever learn the truth, I swear, I’ll deal with them myself.”

James, trying to hold his nerve: “Father, you’re taking this too seriously. Youella is not only our nephew, but he’s our teacher, the only one we listen to. Why on earth would we harm him?”

Youella: “Grandpa, Grandma. Uncle James is right. They can’t harm me.”

Though the conversation calmed the room, in Youella’s heart, he knew the storm was far from over.

A NEW PLOT: BURIED YOURELLA ALIVE

Michael now read sacred scrolls and writings Youella had given him, his mind renewing with truth and light. But the remaining five uncles, their hearts darkened further.

Peter, confused and restless, snapped: “What is going on? We saw him burn! I poured the petrol myself. Yet he walked out like it was water!”

Paul sighed deeply. “Maybe Michael’s right. Maybe Youella truly is who he says he is.

We threw him from a mountain, and he lived.

We burned him in the fire, he walked out untouched.

Not even a thread on his clothes was singed.”

But Thomas, with bitterness in his voice, said:

“Fear is creeping into us all. Michael’s given up already.

But are we going to sit back and let that little boy rule us? Never. Not in this house.”

Gabriel clenched his fist.

“If you all want to surrender, then go ahead.

But I will not rest until that boy is gone.

This time, I have a plan that the spirit can’t stop.

We bury him alive. Let’s see how he escapes that.”

Peter hesitated. “But how do we get him alone again, now that Michael protects him?”

Paul thought for a moment. “I saw him return to his resting place just days ago. Michael doesn’t follow him there. We’ll do it again.”

BURIED BENEATH THE EARTH

They found him, as always, resting in quiet solitude beneath the trees.

They seized him swiftly, tied his hands and feet, and without a word, dug a grave.

They dropped him in alive and buried him.

There was no celebration this time. No words.

They walked away in silence, the weight of guilt hidden behind cold eyes.

At 5:00 PM, he had not returned. By 7:00 PM, murmurs spread across the house.

Where is Youella?

Michael sat in silence, his eyes fixed on his brothers.

He said nothing, but his eyes said everything.

Grandma noticed.

Grandma (to Grandpa): “Philip, look at Michael. The way he’s staring at the others it’s troubling. I fear he suspects something.”

Grandpa: “Do you think they dared harm him?”

Just then, their daughter, Glory, entered the room.

Glory: “Mum, Dad. Michael’s stare. The way he looks at his brothers it’s not right. Something has happened. And think back, remember the tears in his eyes when he knelt before Youella? Since that day, I’ve had a strong feeling.

They’ve tried to harm him. And now he’s gone.

Dad, this is your house. Your grandson is missing. What will you do?”

Grandpa sat silently for a moment, then nodded.

“You’re right. But I must tread carefully. I can’t accuse them without proof.”

He stood and gave the order:

“Call the six of them in. I have questions.”

THE INTERROGATION BEGINS

Michael: “Dad, you sent for us?”

Grandpa: “Yes. My sons, Youella, are your nephew.

He’s done nothing but love you, teach you, and lead you toward good character and faith in God.

But now it’s 9:00 PM and we haven’t seen him. Not a word. Not a sign.

And I want to know where he is?”

THE CONFESSION AND THE RETURN

Grandpa: “Please, do any of you know where he is?”

James: “No, Father. I don’t know.”

Michael: (Turning sharply to James) “You don’t know where he is? That’s what you claim?

You five better pray it’s not what I’m thinking, because if it is, I swear, I’ll strike you down myself! I warned you all before. I told you all to back down.”

Gabriel: “Wait, just a minute, Michael! What do you mean by ‘back down’?”

Glory: “Aha! Now we’re getting somewhere.

Time to confess, you demons I call brothers!

What did you do to Youella?!”

Grandpa: “Michael, tell me the truth.

What did you mean when you said that?

Did they plan to hurt my grandson?”

Grandma (weeping):

“Oh, my dear Youella, what’s happened to you?

Why do they all look down in silence?

SPEAK! What did you do?!”

Peter: “Dad, Mum, honestly, I don’t understand what Michael is talking about.

We don’t know where Youella is.

Right?! Right, brothers?”

Thomas: “Yes, Dad. Peter speaks true.

We don’t know anything about Youella’s whereabouts.”

But Michael stood firm, fire in his eyes.

Michael: “Enough of the lies!

Why not just say it?

Why not open your mouths and confess?

Tell our parents what we did out of envy and pride.

Yes, the six of us tried to kill Youella.

We took him to the mountaintop, hoping he’d die in the fall, but he returned, unhurt.

Then we burned him alive, but the fire did not touch him. He came back whole, clean like light wrapped in skin.

That’s when I bowed to him. I asked for forgiveness and I repented.

I begged you all to stop. But they didn’t. They laughed. And now they’ve gone too far again.

Father, Mother, I swear to you, I was not with them today.

I was reading the books he gave me, learning the truth he tried to teach.

He once said: ‘You must overcome the evil in your hearts, for evil brings only distress and regretful pain. ‘Now, I understand.”

Gabriel: “How dare you, Michael?! How dare you say this in front of them?

We should’ve finished you too!”

Grandma: “Gabriel! What kind of devil are you?!

Even your elder brother, you threaten with death?!”

Glory: “I knew it! I said it!

These monsters (my brothers) they’re the ones behind Youella’s disappearance.”

Grandpa (sternly): “ENOUGH! The five of you, TELL ME NOW.

Where is my grandson?”

Paul: “Dad, Michael speaks the truth.

But today, we truly don’t know where he is.”

Grandpa: “It’s 3:00 A.M.

And still no sign of him.

What is this?! Why can’t you just tell me where to find my grandson?!”

Grandma (quietly to Grandpa): “Phillip, I think we must arrest them.

First thing in the morning.”

THE MIRACLE RETURN

But suddenly, as if wrapped in divine timing, a soft voice echoed from the courtyard.

Youella:

“Grandma… Grandpa…

I think I made you worry far too much.

I’m sorry I came home so late.”

At the sound of his voice, a shockwave hit the room.

Paul, James, Thomas, and Peter fell to the ground in trembling fear.

Only Gabriel remained standing, but his face was pale as a ghost.

Grandpa rushed forward.

“My beloved grandson! Are you alright?

Where have you been?!”

Grandma pulled him into her arms.

“Oh my precious boy… It’s so good to have you back!”

Youella:

“I’m truly sorry I worried everyone.

It wasn’t my intention.”

Glory: “No, Youella. I’m just glad you returned safely.

These demons, yes, I said it, confessed… though some are still in denial.”

Youella: “Aunty, don’t call them demons.

They are my uncles, and I love them.

Because of that love, I will save them, all of them, from the path of darkness.

What they confessed it’s true.

But it had to happen.

Only through these trials can they truly understand what I teach:

‘To love one another and to serve one another in righteousness…

For evil brings only destruction and eternal regret.’

Four of them will now change. This part is done.

But one of them, one, must still walk deep into the shadows.

Because his light is so bright, and I love him dearly…

That’s why I won’t let the darkness consume him.”

Glory: “Youella, I don’t fully understand.

But from now on, I’ll watch over you myself.

Let’s see how they try to harm you again.”

Grandpa: “My lovely grandson…

Please, teach us the way of true light.

But don’t scare us like that again.”

Youella: “Grandpa…

The words I speak are light and life.

Whoever keeps them has the light dwelling within, and holds eternal life already.”

THE REPENTANCE OF FOUR

Thomas, James, Peter, and Paul fell to their knees before Youella, their eyes full of tears.

Thomas:

“Youella… my Lord… my Teacher…

How great is the love the Most High has for you?

That He delivers you from death again and again, even from our hands!

Will he still forgive me?

I deserve punishment for the evil I’ve done…

But I beg you, please forgive me.

I now wish to repent and follow you, just as our elder brother Michael has.

Now that I speak these words to you, I feel peace.

Your love… your forgiveness… it has touched my heart.

And now I understand what you meant when you said:

‘You must overcome the evil in your heart,

For evil will only bring distress and regretful pain.

CONFESSIONS & FIRST PUBLIC MIRACLE

Peter (weeping):

“Youella, we have terribly sinned against you and against your God.

For if not for the LORD who walks with you,

Just as you've claimed to be His Son—

Each time we thought we'd killed you,

You appeared before us again, alive, untouched.

It became a shame, a weight on my heart.

Surely I deserve to be punished too for all I’ve done.

But please, don’t stop teaching us.

If I may, grant me the same scrolls you gave to Michael,

That my heart might be cleansed, my thoughts reformed.

I am ready now to repent.

Please, Youella, my dear Lord, my beloved Teacher, forgive me.”

James (falling to his knees):

“Mother, Father, I am sorry.

What Michael said it’s all true.

We tried twice to kill Youella, and both times, he survived.

After Michael repented,

The remaining five of us made a darker plan.

Just yesterday afternoon,

We tied Youella from neck to foot,

Buried him alive in a pit we dug.

We even rolled a stone atop him.

To make sure he wouldn’t survive.

But here he is… not a speck of dust on his robe.

Now I am convinced, your teachings are true, Youella.

And I believe now:

Whoever serves God in truth and righteousness,

God will never abandon them to their enemies.

Even now, I am ashamed.

How could I have been so hardened toward you?

Please, be my Lord, be my Teacher.

And please, plead my case to your Father,

That He might forgive this evil I have done.”

Paul (trembling):

“Youella, where do I even begin?

I am overwhelmed with terror.

My spirit is heavy, my soul cast down.

Each time we tried to kill you,

And you returned alive. I was shaken.

Peter was right, you are not ordinary.

I have grievously sinned

Against the Almighty and His Anointed.

Surely I deserve judgment.

But I kneel before you now,

Asking you to forgive me.

And to plead with your Father on my behalf.”

Youella (lifting them gently):

“Quickly, rise all of you.

We are family. And I love you all.

I am not the only one who rejoices; even the angels of God rejoice with me!

Because today, you believe.

You now know that I am sent from above.

But beware, for the evil one is angry.

And in his rage, he will fill the last among you.

The one who still refuses to repent, to do things beyond even your imagination.

But it must be so. And by all means, I will save him.

Not by my strength, but by the power of the One who sent me.

To HIM be all the glory.”

Glory (to Gabriel):

“Gabriel, you are the only one left.

Why won’t you ask for forgiveness?”

Grandpa:

“With all your brothers confessing…

Can you still say they are lying?”

Gabriel, filled with anger and hatred, responded coldly:

“Youella, I’m sorry for what happened.”

Youella (softly):

“The eyes of your spirit are covered in thick darkness.

Your soul is asleep, your heart, in chaos.

But don’t worry, Uncle Gabriel, the time is near.

You will be awakened from your slumber.

You will be delivered from the shadows.

Your light will shine, and give light to those still lost.”

Chapter 3: YOUELLA’S FIRST PUBLIC MIRACLE AND THE DARKNESS WITHIN

YOUELLA’S FIRST PUBLIC MIRACLE

Two weeks passed.

It was a beautiful morning.

But tragedy struck.

Blessing, resting peacefully,

She was attacked by a dark affliction in her sleep.

She awoke vomiting blood, crying out in pain.

Within five minutes, she collapsed and was rushed to the hospital.

Doctors gave her medication and IV drips.

But minutes later, she passed away.

“I’m sorry,” the doctor said.

“She’s gone.”

Tears filled the house.

It was 11:00 AM.

Meanwhile, Youella had gone to his resting place in the forest.

Though the Holy Spirit had already shown him what had happened,

He chose to remain there to pray first.

By 4:30 PM, Blessing had been wrapped,

And placed in a casket for burial.

Michael: “How can we bury her, without telling Youella?”

Grandpa: “Michael, this is death.

What do you expect Youella to do?”

James: “Father, please let’s wait for him.

If he calls on his God, I believe a miracle could happen.”

Grandma: “Youella is wise, yes, but this is death.

What miracle could happen here?”

Then suddenly, a familiar voice spoke from behind.

Youella:

“Grandma, Grandpa.

I tell you, with God, all things are possible.

Anything is possible to the one who believes.

Even in the land of the dead, miracles are born.

For everything seen and unseen was created by God.

And to Him, nothing is impossible.

Now, show me where my Aunt Blessing lies.

For she is not dead, she is only sleeping.

And I am here to wake her up.”

The people began to murmur.

“How can he say she’s sleeping?

We’ve seen her cold, lifeless.

Is he delusional?”

“Is he talking about someone else?”

THE MIRACLE AND THE DARKNESS WITHIN

Michael (with conviction):

“My Lord, my Teacher, I believe Your God will bring our sister back to life.

Come; let me take you to where she lies.”

They all followed Michael to the room where Blessing's body rested.

Youella (looking up to heaven, praying):

Heavenly Father, I bless Your holy name.

And as he spoke, the skies responded, “Thunder roared,

lightning flashed.”, A divine presence filled the air.

He approached Blessing's body, touched her forehead,

Breathing life into her nostrils.

To the Glory of God,

The wrapped body began to stir,

The shroud fell away,

As Blessing awoke, struggling to free herself from the casket.

Her family rushed to help her, and the room filled with astonishment.

Some whispered in awe: "Is he a human? Or an angel sent from God?"

Others, overwhelmed with joy, proclaimed: “A great prophet is among us!”

Grandpa (in disbelief):

“Youella, is this truly who you are?”

Grandma (tearfully):

“Youella, my beloved grandson.

Who would’ve believed you were this miraculous?

I’ve always known you were special.

Thanks to your God, who answered your prayer to save us.”

Glory (lifting her hands):

“Youella, I give thanks and honor to your Heavenly Father

For this wondrous miracle we have witnessed.”

Michael (bowing):

“My Lord and Teacher, I praise and honor Your Father

For this divine act before us.”

The family rejoiced in the miracle, their faith in Youella deepened—

Except for Gabriel, whose heart still burned with hatred.

And in the shadows, a wicked plot was brewing.

Gabriel (approaching an old, feared witch):

“Good afternoon, Ma’am.”

Old Witch (her voice cold and sharp):

“Why do you come, young man?

Aren’t you afraid of death?”

Gabriel:

“I seek to make a deal with you.”

Old Witch (laughing):

“What business do you have with me?

I am known for my power, killing is my craft.

Is this the business you speak of?”

Gabriel:

“Yes. There is a boy, a little prophet,

You may know him, Youella.

People call him the Son of God,

And his teachings trouble me greatly.

I want him dead.

I want him gone.”

Old Witch (eyes narrowing):

“You mean Youella, the boy who calls himself divine?

Killing him is simple enough,

But it will come at a price.

Are you willing to pay?”

Gabriel:

“How much will it cost?”

Old Witch:

“Two point seven million.

The boy is indeed a prophet.

But for the best results,

I’ll present him to my coven,

For a more powerful spell.”

Gabriel:

“Fine, I’ll bring you his shirt tomorrow

And half the payment.

When you finish the task,

I’ll give you the rest.”

The next day, Gabriel handed over the shirt and the first half of the payment.

Old Witch:

“Very well.

I’ll present it to my coven tonight.

By morning, Youella will be no more.”

But divine intervention was not far behind.

As the witch and her coven cast their spells,

Lightning struck, the clothes burned to ash,

And the coven’s members were caught in the wrath.

Some died, others were gravely injured.

Only the old witch managed to escape.

Gabriel (staring in disbelief at Youella, alive and teaching):

“How is this possible?

You should be dead, but you live!

I trusted her!

What went wrong?”

Old Witch (calmly):

“Why so angry, young man?

Do you think it’s easy to kill a prophet?

I presented him to the coven,

But lightning struck and killed many,

And I barely escaped.”

Gabriel (furious):

“You’re supposed to be powerful!

You promised he’d be dead by morning!

What happened?”

Old Witch (coldly):

“We don’t give up easily,

But for this next task,

You’ll need to help us.”

Gabriel:

“What must I do?”

Old Witch:

“Tonight, bring him to the river.

At 6 PM, my coven and I will finish what we started.”

Gabriel, filled with dark determination,

Persuaded Youella to follow him to the river.

But as they spoke, Rose and Blessing stood nearby,

And Youella, knowing Gabriel’s deceitful plan,

Agreed to go.

At the riverbank,

The old witch and her coven appeared,

Surrounding Youella and Gabriel.

They commanded Gabriel to leave,

And in an instant, Youella vanished, taken into the air, far from Gabriel’s reach.

Gabriel (panting, terrified):

Running back home,

His heart racing,

His breath was heavy.

Rose (concerned):

“Brother Gabriel, why are you so shaken?

Where is Youella?

You asked him to go to the river with you.

Where is he?”

Blessing:

“Where is he, Gabriel?

What happened to Youella?”

Gabriel, sweating with fear,

Tried to cover his panic.

“I’m fine, just a little accident.

No need to worry.”

But Rose wasn’t convinced.

And Gabriel’s anger, still burning.

It was far from extinguished.

THE TRIAL OF GABRIEL AND THE WITCHES’ PLOT

Gabriel (frustrated):

“Can you all at least let me rest?

You’re pressuring me with no time to digest.”

As they returned home, a heated argument began.

Glory (concerned):

“What’s all this arguing about? What’s the fuss?

Tell me, what’s happening? Speak to us!”

Rose (with anger):

“It’s Gabriel, who went to the river with Youella,

But returned breathing heavily, like a lion had chased him.

Funny enough, he came back alone,

We’re asking him what happened, but the answers are gone.”

Glory (accusing):

“Devil, you’ve done it again!

Why let Youella go with him in the first place?

Gabriel, speak up! Where is Youella?”

Grandpa (with disappointment):

“Gabriel, after all the confessions of your brothers,

Did you not repent, and still act like no others?”

Gabriel (defensive):

“Can you just listen to me first?

I’ll explain, it’s not as bad as you think, and it’s cursed.”

James (impatient):

“Then speak, Gabriel, we’re all ears,

Where is our teacher, Youella, do you hear?”

Gabriel (quickly):

“I asked Youella to come to the river, no doubt,

But the witches appeared and began to surround.

They vanished with him, up in the sky,

Leaving me to run home quickly, terrified and shy.”

Grandma (suspicious):

“So you’re saying they came only for him?

Is that the truth, or does your story dim?”

Peter (sarcastic):

“Gabriel, I trust you, a devil like you, would surely lie, but let’s see what you do.”

James (mocking):

“Peter, it seems you’re reading my mind,

Because that’s exactly what I thought, undefined.”

Thomas (doubting):

“Gabriel, tell me, how is it true?

That the witches came for Youella, but spared you too?”

Paul (nodding):

“We know witches kill without a doubt,

Either you’re prey, or you’re out, no route.”

Glory (intensely):

“We must interrogate him, no more!

Something’s not right with this story he’s brought before us.”

Gabriel (angrily):

“Glory, mind your tongue, I’ve had enough!

You’re making it seem like I caused this stuff!”

Rose (pointing):

“Really, Gabriel? Do you think we’re fools?

If you didn’t set this up, tell us why they would take Youella.

And leave you alone, when their magic’s so cruel?”

Gabriel (deflecting):

“We all know Youella’s famous, a prophet, no less,

Maybe that’s why they targeted him in distress.”

Blessing (angrily):

“Gabriel, you devil, you deceiver, beware!

They didn’t come when he rested alone or in prayer,

But the moment you called him to the river,

That’s when they struck, like a serpent’s shiver.”

“You better speak the truth, or I’ll call the cops,

And end your wickedness before it drops!”

For three long hours, they argued and screamed,

Until Michael arrived, his presence redeemed.

Michael (calmly, addressing the family):

“Father, Mother, listen, please,

I bring truth, though it might bring unease.

What I say may shock your ears,

But Youella showed me, and I trust my fears.”

“He’s taught me the right way,

And in my dreams, he showed me what to say.

He gave me a rod, small and bright,

When confusion clouds, I draw a circle, and call his light.”

“I saw Youella just now, in a vision so clear,

He said, ‘Tell them all, have no fear.

I will return in three days time,

Tell them to wait, and don’t ask how.’”

“Parents, he told you not to worry,

He’s fine and will be back. Don’t hurry.

But until then, we must act,

And deal with Gabriel, for he’s the fact.”

The family, now calm, trusted Michael’s vision,

And waited patiently, trusting his decision.

Meanwhile, the witches had Youella in their grasp,

Tied in a pot, beneath the fire’s clasp.

They chanted and danced, their spell to complete,

But when they opened the pot, their end was a treat.

The fire struck one of them dead,

While others were injured, their faces filled with dread.

The witches fled to bow before their gods,

The unclean spirits who ruled their odds.

They summoned their dark protectors to rise,

But when the fire died, to their surprise,

Youella emerged, unscathed and whole,

A shining light, a prophet with a bold soul.

Youella (to the witches, with a calm face):

“You worship the unclean spirits, false and vile,

But I’ve come to show you the true path, with style.

Repent, and follow the light,

Or continue in darkness, forever in night.”

The witches refused, stubborn and proud,

Saying their spirits were gods, their voices loud.

Suddenly, the spirits spoke to Youella’s mind,

And he rose in the air, leaving them behind.

The witches celebrated, thinking they had won,

Believing Youella would fall, undone.

But their leader told the old witch to inform Gabriel,

To bring ten human heads to satisfy their spell.

The next morning, Gabriel went to the witch to inquire,

“Is Youella dead? Has the flame burned higher?”

Gabriel (with false hope):

“Good morning, lovely eagle without wings,

I trust the job is done, as it stings?”

Old Witch (coldly):

“Your praise is noted, but no, he’s not gone.

Our gods took action, the work was their song.

He should be dead now, but they demand,

Ten human heads, as a sacrifice to their land.”

The plot thickens, and Gabriel’s role in the darkness grows more apparent, as Youella’s unwavering spirit continues to challenge the witches and the forces conspiring against him. Now, Gabriel faces an even darker request from the witches: ten human heads as the ultimate offering to the unclean spirits.

Chapter 4:

THE RECKONING OF GABRIEL

Gabriel (with guilt):

“That’s too much, but I'll give them the heads,

Once I see Youella's body, cold and dead.”

Old Witch (coldly):

“You must provide them, do not delay,

Fail, and we’ll come for you, no time to pray.”

Gabriel (defiant but uneasy):

“Don’t worry, I won’t fail you, my dear witch,

And you’ll deliver his corpse without a hitch.”

It was 6:00 PM, and Gabriel sat in distress,

Watching television, trying to suppress.

But then, the lights flickered, the TV went dark,

The fan and A/C ceased, and an eerie spark.

Youella’s Spirit (appearing, glowing bright):

“Uncle Gabriel, please be brave tonight.

I mean no harm, just a warning for you,

The witches have plans, dark and true.”

“They’ll send the old witch to take you away,

To kill you in vengeance, this very day.

She’ll try to persuade you with sweet words,

But do not listen, do not be stirred.”

“Evil is treacherous, not to be trusted,

Stay strong, Uncle Gabriel, your soul must be saved.”

As soon as Youella’s warning was said,

He vanished, leaving Gabriel filled with dread.

Gabriel screamed, in terror, out loud:

“What have I done? I am so shrouded!”

The family rushed in to see his plight,

Rose (mocking):

“Gabriel, at your age, still so frail,

You’ve wet yourself! What a silly tale!”

Blessing (concerned):

“Not just that, but look, sweat on his skin,

He’s shaking, he’s trembling, where to begin?”

Paul (worried):

“I think something’s wrong, this isn’t right,

Gabriel, what’s happened to you tonight?”

Grandpa (sternly):

“Gabriel, why so quiet? Why do you shake?

What’s wrong with you? Explain for heaven’s sake.”

Michael (calmly):

“Let’s take him outside to bathe and cleanse,

He’s in shock, we must help him make amends.”

They bathed him gently to calm his shaking fear,

And hours passed before he could speak clearly.

Finally, he fell to his knees, trembling and sore,

Before his parents, he confessed, his soul was so poor.

Gabriel (confessing):

“Father, Mother, please listen well,

My evil deeds, I now must tell.

It was I who met the old witch,

Arranging Youella’s death, with a wicked pitch.”

“I agreed to their terms, to bring ten heads,

All in exchange for Youella’s deathbed.

But now, I see it, I know it’s true,

The witches planned to kill me, too.”

Peter (astounded):

“God is with our teacher, so pure,

Even witches can’t withstand him, that’s for sure.”

Paul (shocked):

“Gabriel, you agreed to kill him, our kin?

To bring ten human heads? How could you sin to this extent?”

Grandpa (furious):

“How could you, Gabriel, do such a thing?

You’ve betrayed us all, with evil’s sting.”

Grandma (crying):

“My only grandson, how could you fall?

You gave him to the witches to end it all.

If anything happens to him, I won’t forgive you, Gabriel.

You’ve sold him to die, no chance to live.”

Glory (angrily):

“I knew it was you, the one behind this,

The kidnapping plot, the evil you’d signed.”

James (with pain):

“Why, Gabriel? Why go so far?

Didn’t Youella teach us to overcome the evil in our hearts?

He said, ‘Evil brings only distress,

Regret, and pain, a miserable mess!’”

Thomas (grimly):

“Is he the only one afraid now,

We’re all in this, we must face it somehow.

The witches will come if we don’t comply.

If we don’t give the heads, they’ll kill us, no lie.”

Michael (steadily):

“Don’t let fear break us down, stand strong,

Youella’s teachings will help us along.

He appeared in my dream and said to me Pray,

We must protect Gabriel and keep him safe today.”

Glory (disbelieving):

“Michael, are you serious?

You want us to protect the devil? That’s preposterous!

He wanted to kill us all, to see us fall.”

Blessing (outraged):

“Are you saying we should protect a traitor,

Who tried to deliver our heads to the witch’s altar?”

Rose (screaming):

“We should kill him now before he kills us all!

He’s the reason Youella’s fate might befall!”

The three ladies were enraged, ready to strike,

But Michael stepped forward, protecting Gabriel’s life.

Even the brothers, with anger in their eyes,

Joined the argument, ready for the fight’s rise.

Suddenly, Youella appeared in a flash,

A spirit glowing bright, his presence a bash.

They all froze, alarmed, unable to move,

As Youella spoke with a tone that soothed.

Youella (commanding):

“Stop, everyone, stop!

Why do you let anger make you drop?

Grandpa, Grandma, why stand back?

And watch your son be slain in this track?”

Grandpa (tearfully):

“My dear grandson, is it really you?

Are you alive, or just your spirit’s hue?

If you are gone, I’ll avenge your death,

And strike down Gabriel with my last breath.”

Grandma (hoping):

“Please, Youella, tell me you’re alive,

You promised to return, and by the third day, you’d arrive.”

Glory (pleading):

“Youella, my dear nephew, my teacher, so wise,

Please, don’t stop us from justice in our eyes.

Gabriel wanted you dead. What should we do?”

This dramatic confrontation sets the stage for a larger spiritual battle as Youella’s presence serves as the ultimate guide and source of hope for the family. Gabriel is forced to reckon with his actions, and the family faces an intense moral dilemma.

Chapter 5:

THE LIGHT OF REDEMPTION

Rose (with doubt):

“Youella, will you truly return tomorrow?

To save us all from this sorrow?”

Youella (with authority):

“Listen well, all of you, hear my plea,

Who dares to touch the one God has set free?

Who dares to harm the sheep I protect?

When I pour out my blood, with no regret?

Aunty Rose, you say, ‘Let him die,’

But if you strike him, you'll become a devil, in disguise.

For evil’s poison, like gas, will grow,

In hearts that hate, with nothing to show.”

“The antidote to this poison is the Word of Light,

For where there’s no light, darkness takes flight.

But when Light comes, darkness must cease,

For I was sent to bring you peace.

I am the Light that shines so bright,

To guide you through the darkest night.

Now I must go to my Father’s side,

To take up my sword and in Him, I abide.”

“Now, the old witch is coming for Uncle Gabriel,

Though I wish for you to protect him, the light will dim.

You will sleep, while she comes for him,

But it’s all part of God's divine hymn.”

As Youella finished, he vanished from sight,

Leaving the family to await the night.

It was 3:00 AM, and all were asleep,

Just as Youella foretold, in dreams so deep.

The old witch arrived with a stealthy stride,

To take Gabriel, in the dark night’s tide.

She bound him tight, to sacrifice in her lair,

But Youella appeared, with power so rare.

He stood with authority, shining with might,

To save his uncle from this darkened night.

Youella (commanding):

“Touch him again, and you shall die,

Repent, and I will let you pass by.

But those who refuse will perish with the rest,

Just like the spirits who failed the test.”

The witches quivered, for their gods were slain,

The four dark spirits, destroyed in vain.

Yet not all would repent, only three would kneel,

Magret, Belvias, and Liodas their sins they did reveal.

They confessed their wrongs and sought to reform,

And Youella, with mercy, broke the norm.

He forgave them all, for their hearts were true,

And showed them a path that was bright and new.

The coven burned down, as Youella decreed,

And the rest of the witches perished, indeed.

By 6:00 AM, Youella and Gabriel were free,

And three repentant witches stood by the sea.

They returned home, where joy filled the air,

Youella was safe, and the family could now share.

Gabriel (kneeling in humility):

“Please, forgive me, Youella, for my sin,

I sought to harm you, now I am filled with shame within.”

Youella (with love):

“Uncle Gabriel, stand tall, it’s all done,

I am happier than you, for victories won.

You’ve come from the darkness, and now you shine,

You’re filled with light, your soul divine.

When darkness fills a man’s heart, know this to be true,

Pour out your blood, just to save them through.

No greater love is there to be, than to give your life for others to see the light of life.”

“I’ve taught you all, through my love and grace,

Now go and shine, in this world’s dark place.

Bring light to others, by His power so pure,

Spread His goodness, let your hearts endure.”

Grandpa (curious):

“Youella, why do these women follow you so?

What’s the reason they’re with you, in this glow?”

Youella (with warmth):

“They are my new disciples, sent by grace,

I’ll teach them too, as I’ve taught this place.

They’ll walk in light, just as you do,

And spread the Word, as I’ve shown you.”

Youella continued his work, with fame that spread,

From continent to continent, his light was shed.

Many believed, and darkness was driven away,

As the light of truth shone, day by day.

And for those who believed, salvation they found,

Their hearts now filled with joy, unbound.