Imagine. . .The Fall of Jericho

  WHAT PARENTS ARE SAYING ABOUT THE IMAGINE SERIES

  “I felt the author did a great job pulling the reader into the story. I felt like I was actually in the story.”

  –Patti Pierce, author of Truth and Grace Homeschool Academy blog

  “… a fun read which kept us turning pages, imagining what it may have been like during Noah’s time and remembering that things change, but God doesn’t, and we should always be thankful. I would definitely recommend the story to those looking for clean reading for kids and biblical fiction!”

  –Martianne Stanger, author of Training Happy Hearts blog

  “This one is a page-turner. Once you start, you won’t want to put it down. The writing fills your imagination with vivid imagery. One thing that was fun for us to discuss, after everyone had a turn with the book, was how the [story] aligned with the Bible.”

  –Crystal Heft, author of Living Abundantly blog

  “… a great book and we loved reading it aloud together! I recommend you grabbing a copy for your own family to read!”

  –Felicia Mollohan, author of Homeschool4Life blog

  © 2018 by Matt Koceich

  Print ISBN 978-1-68322-714-4

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.

  Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible. New Living Translation copyright© 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

  Cover illustration: Simon Mendez

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO

  The walls exploded. Rocks shot past him in all directions. Groaning from somewhere deep within the ground beneath his feet threatened an even worse fate than being pulverized by the collapsing city. The race had finally come to an end. Despite all his hard work and standing up to a very wicked man, the falling city of Jericho was seconds away from ending all of the boy’s hard work.

  Just an hour before, twelve-year-old Jake Henry had been racing through the gigantic maze of stone houses and secret passages. He had fought bravely against the evil Ka’nah but didn’t have the power to stand up against the forces of nature that were churning around him now. He managed a final burst of speed, but before he could jump out over a chasm where a house used to be, the ground disappeared from under his feet. He fell backward, down into the darkness of the broken earth.

  As he fell, Jake looked up and saw Ka’nah looking out over the chasm. The evil one jumped and kept the sword out in front of his body. Jake could only guess that the villain was laughing.

  Jake crashed onto a pile of jagged stones. It was like diving backward into a concrete ocean. Stars of pain and light shot over the backs of his eyelids. Fire shot through his arms and legs. It felt like some invisible monster hand had squeezed his body and busted every bone. Twice. All of these sensations mixed together and brought Jake a great deal of pain. The hurt washed over him like a tidal wave and carried him away from consciousness.

  Muted sounds of voices came to Jake through the rubble. The sounds of men seeking their prey. Angry and determined tones grew louder and clearer.

  “Here’s another one!”

  But that didn’t matter now, because Ka’nah was right above Jake, blade extended, zooming down on him.

  Jake shut his eyes and screamed.

  CHAPTER 1

  PRESENT DAY

  NORTH CAROLINA 3:33 P.M.

  Jake stared out the side window of his parents’ minivan. The Appalachian Mountains passed in a blur of hurried green streaks. He was supposed to be headed to camp with Danny, but that fell through when Danny’s mom called saying that her only son had a 101 fever and wouldn’t be going anywhere. Jake figured, incorrectly, that Danny’s illness would translate into a SKIP CAMP pass for himself. No such luck. Here he was getting shuttled across northwest North Carolina to attend Oak Bay Camp. With no buddy. For a whole week. Joy.

  “You should work on having a positive attitude,” Jake’s dad said from behind the steering wheel. “When I was your age, I would have given a lot of money to be able to go to summer camp.”

  Jake bit his tongue. He wanted to tell his father that he’d be more than happy to trade places. But he didn’t want to be disrespectful. He knew his parents paid big money for him to attend camp. “I just don’t know anybody.”

  The mountains slowed down, and the blur of color became clear shades of hunter and forest green. Endless stands of red maple and white pine trees lined the highway like soldiers standing guard in front of the mountains rising behind them.

  “We’ve talked about that, honey,” his mother said.

  Jake saw the huge camp sign come into view as the van made the right turn into Oak Bay. He wanted to try once again to talk his mother out of sending him here, but instead he just exhaled loudly.

  “Your mother’s right, son. You’ll meet a friend. Maybe even two … or five.”

  An older man stood next to the gatehouse and waved for the Henrys to stop.

  Jake’s mom rolled her window down.

  “Camper?”

  “Jake Henry.”

  The old man looked back at Jake before consulting his megalist of names. “Henry … Henry … yes, here it is…. Jake, you’ll be in Cabin 33 over on Karankawa Hill. Follow this drive all the way to the end. Thirty-three will be on your right. If you go into the lake, you’ve gone too far.”

  No one laughed except for the old man. He waved them on, looking at Jake the whole time as the van passed.

  Jake’s dad parked next to a blue Dumpster that had the camp’s oak tree logo painted in white on the side. Jake grabbed his backpack and got out of the car. The sooner he got going, the sooner this whole camp thing could end.

  The cabins were painted chocolate brown with white trim around the eaves and doors. Boys and girls of all shapes and sizes were milling around in front of the cabins as well as in the parking lot. There was even a large beach ball getting punched around in the air by random hands.

  Jake’s dad also got out of the vehicle and caught up to Jake. His mom stayed in the car, checking Facebook on her phone. She’d told Jake she had
to make an important call, but he knew better. Last summer when they dropped him off at the airport for his flight to visit Grandma and Grandpa in New York, his mom had cried and his dad told her to dry the tears. Since then, Jake noticed, she had used the distraction of her phone to avoid emotional situations.

  Jake found Cabin 33 tucked away behind the other cabins, down a well-worn path that skirted the lake. Boys were running in and out of the screen door. A young guy with an Oak Bay T-shirt and khaki shorts stood on the deck, smiling.

  “Hey, guys! Welcome. I’m Sam. I’ll be your counselor this week.”

  Jake noticed that Sam had a cross tattoo on the inside of his right forearm.

  “Martin Henry. This is my son, Jake.” Jake’s dad shook Sam’s hand and then said, “His buddy Danny was supposed to be here but got sick at the last minute.”

  “Sorry about your friend,” Sam said. “Trust me, Jake. You’re still going to have a blast!”

  The happy counselor led Jake and his dad into the cabin. There were bunk beds against three of the four walls. One set of bunks was empty. “Make yourself at home. We’re going to meet out front at five. That gives you about an hour to hang out. Meet the guys. After the meeting, we’ll all head over to the lodge for dinner.”

  Jake’s dad gave him a quick hug and told him to have a good week. Jake watched his father leave and then thought about his next move. None of the boys who had been in the cabin were left. They all must have slipped out while the counselor was talking.

  Jake wanted to just lie on his bunk and wait until dinner to move. But that wouldn’t be a smart way to meet anyone.

  He walked outside and noticed a bunch of boys had grouped up in front of the cabin. One of them had a football in his hands. Jake walked over to them and saw that the kid with the football was dividing the group into two teams. By the time he was done, all the boys had been sorted except Jake.

  That was awkward. None of the boys acknowledged him. They just hustled over to the field and started their game.

  Jake walked to where another group of boys were huddled around a camper who was playing a Nintendo Switch game. None of them said anything to Jake, so he said, “Hi.” One of the kids said, “Hey,” but never made eye contact. This was going to be a long week.

  The lake looked like a good option. There were two boys standing by the water’s edge skipping stones. Jake headed in that direction. As soon as he got to them, they stopped what they were doing and walked away.

  Maybe I smell like a dead skunk.

  Jake sat down on a rock and wondered what it would be like to be one of the popular kids. To have the feeling of fitting in and having tons of friends. He watched the sunrays sparkle across the water. Back at school, Danny was his only friend—and even that title was probably a stretch. They didn’t hang out after school or on the weekends.

  He hadn’t even known Danny that long. When Jake’s older brother, Ted, moved away to college last August, his parents had decided a change was in order. After the Christmas holidays, they moved with Jake from their country house in Oklahoma to a quaint town house in Charlotte. Right in the middle of the school year.

  While Jake and his parents were unpacking, Danny and his mother paid a visit, welcoming them to the neighborhood. Jake had a really hard time connecting with Danny. The boys had nothing in common, but Jake could tell that Danny tried very hard to make him feel welcomed. The camp trip was Jake’s mom’s idea. She’d told Danny’s mother, who in turn said her son would love to go before she even asked him. Danny said he’d go and then managed to get a stomach bug. He was probably faking it just to get out of coming here.

  Jake found a small flat stone and sent it skimming over the lake. He watched it bounce three times before disappearing under the glittering surface. He looked at his watch. He still had thirty minutes before he had to be back at the cabin.

  He thought about taking a long walk in the woods, but the warm sun made him sleepy, so he decided to lie down in the grass and rest until it was time to head back.

  “Open his eyes.”

  The sound of a man’s deep voice came from behind Jake. But when he sat up and turned around to see who was talking, there was no one there.

  Just the trees.

  And the path that led back to the cabins.

  I’m hearing things, that’s all.

  Then Jake turned back to look at the lake and felt his heart rate explode. It was gone. No water. The only thing he could see was flat land stretching out toward the horizon. Tall grass covered the earth. It swayed back and forth like waves on a wide green sea. The sky was painted with morning tones of dark blue, orange, and red.

  The camp had disappeared. The lake, gone. The path, gone. The trees, gone. Oak Bay had simply vanished.

  Insane.

  CHAPTER 2

  1400 B.C.

  JERICHO

  Vanished. Everything had disappeared, just like that. Gone.

  Jake felt a strong breeze at his back, like nature wanted to push him out onto the plain. He turned in circles, feeling small tendrils of fear begin to creep their way across his mind. This wasn’t a dream. He hadn’t fallen asleep by the lake.

  What is this?

  Where am I?

  The breeze was stronger now. Jake had to find the camp. He took off jogging. The wind, growing even more powerful, made it hard to run. At some point, his brain caught up with his body and he realized there was no camp where he knew it should have been.

  Jake turned again and looked way off in the distance where the plain touched the sky. He noticed lines and angles of stone that were dotted with openings, like windows and doors. Tiny shapes moved back and forth like ants across the scene.

  He started jogging again, but this time the wind was at his back.

  Closer now, the whole arrangement of staggered structures became clearer. The ants were actually people! The entirety of what Jake saw had to be the outline of some massive city that looked like it had been chiseled out of the side of a mountain by a giant sculptor.

  Surely someone there would be able to help him get back to the camp.

  Coming even closer, he saw a ring of two stone walls running around the base of the city. The first wall rose up from the plain. Behind it there was a grass embankment that looked like the outfield of a baseball diamond. At the crest of that rose the second wall, Jake guessed almost fifty feet above the first one.

  In the lower wall were two stone towers on either side of a wide entrance. Each tower had a single wooden door attached to it at the base. A gateway into the city. Jake headed there and thought about the camp guard who had stared at him when they drove onto the camp property. What if there was a guard here? What would Jake say? Can you help me get back to Oak Bay?

  To Jake’s relief, there was no guard. Just past the entrance, the ground angled up a steep incline covered in grass. At the top of the hill, he saw a boy who looked to be about his age standing behind a group of kids. Jake couldn’t tell what the kids were doing, but it seemed clear they weren’t involving the boy in the back.

  The kid turned around and saw Jake; then he took off running.

  “Hey, wait!” Jake took off after the kid.

  He followed the boy along the grass until he came to an opening in the second, inner wall. The grass turned into a stone path that led through the outskirts of the walled city. Jake ran past houses that were carved into the outer wall. As he ran, he noticed that off to his left the inner wall rose much higher than the outer wall. Even way up there, more houses had been created.

  The boy stopped and cut through an opening in between two houses, and Jake followed.

  The alley ended in a doorway. The boy ran in the door. Jake followed. There was hardly any light inside, only patches of sunlight that poured down from somewhere way up above.

  But the lack of light didn’t keep the boy from running. He navigated the twists and turns of darkened stone like a nimble and swift cat. Jake had a hard time keeping up. It felt like he was run
ning through houses and hallways, but the sporadic shards of light every once in a while made it hard to know for certain. Jake kept running into walls and stumbling over rocks. He would have lost the kid completely if it hadn’t been for an old man who suddenly appeared in his path.

  “Dair! Stop!”

  The boy stopped. Jake ran up and stopped behind the boy.

  The boy turned on Jake. “Are you with Ka’nah?”

  “Who?”

  The boy stared at Jake, disbelief in his eyes. “Why are you chasing me?”

  The old man put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Dair, let him speak. He’s not from around here. And he’s obviously not an enemy spy, because I’ve never seen anything like what he’s wearing. Let’s listen to what he has to say.”

  “Yes, Levi.”

  Jake took his cue and explained how he’d found himself in this place. “I just need help getting back. I’m supposed to be back at my cabin. I don’t want to miss dinner.”

  The boy’s face changed from the hard lines of fear into a soft smile of greeting. “My name’s Dair.”

  “Can you tell me about Ka’nah?”

  Dair continued. “He is a wicked man. The meanest man in Jericho.”

  “Jericho? Like the Bible Jericho?”

  “The what?”

  Jake shook his head. “Never mind.” There was no way on earth he could actually be back in the real Jericho of the Bible.

  “Let’s go,” Levi said. The old man walked away, and Dair followed him. Jake did the same. After a few more minutes of navigating dim stone alleyways, Jake felt the ground angle up. They climbed a huge flight of stone steps that took them to the second, upper level of Jericho. Levi led the boys out across a ledge that skirted the houses built around the edge of the upper wall. The old man stopped at a small wooden door. Dair inched past Levi and opened it, letting in a flood of daylight.

  Jake squinted and then followed Levi and Dair through the opening and out onto an expansive stone walkway. They were somewhere way high up on the top of the city. So high, in fact, that Jake freaked out. He hated heights, and this was crazy high. Higher than the Mind Bender at Six Flags. That ridiculous roller coaster, the one his dad forced him to go on, was the memory his brain was choosing to bring back now.