Chapter 1

A long time ago, in a dark era for humanity, God sent His son Jesus. He spoke of love and compassion, but the religious leaders saw Him as a threat, as they did not believe in His divinity. While Jesus and His followers were persecuted, a crucial episode took place in Magdala, a small town bathed by the breeze of the Sea of Galilee. There, among stone streets and adobe houses, He freed Mary Magdalene, a woman possessed by demons. From that moment on, she became a key figure, with a spirit as firm as that of the ancient prophets.

Despite finding true love, one of His disciples, Judas Iscariot, betrayed Him in the shadows of a moonlit garden. The crucifixion of Jesus, under a blackened sky and rolling thunder, was a heartbreaking moment. But on the third day, the rocks trembled, and light emerged from the tomb: Jesus had risen, bringing redemption with Him. Mary Magdalene and the apostles, still filled with fear and confusion, became pillars in the birth of Christianity. Even so, the road was tortuous; the religious leaders, blinded by power, continued to kill Christians to silence the faith that burned like a hidden fire in the catacombs.

Amid such adversity, the hope of Jesus rested in His daughter, the princess of Heaven.

Despite His sorrow at seeing humanity choose the path to Hell, Jesus began to lose the desire for redemption. His daughter, Sara Kosmos Gi Magdalena, was a celestial figure. Though she was 2,000 years old, she looked like a twenty-year-old young woman. Her white dress with golden lines flowed like liquid light; her sky-blue eyes shone like the morning sky, and her white hair, soft as wool, fell in waves over her shoulders. A necklace adorned her neck: two silver wings joined in the center, a symbol of hope and purity.

The resurrection of Jesus had taken place millennia ago, and now, on Earth, it was the year 2025. People were surrounded by technology—TVs, cellphones, AI, tablets, and more.

From the heights of Heaven, Sara watched with sorrow as Christians fell into the shadows, persecuted in alleys and city squares. The pain was deep, but her desire to redeem humanity was even stronger.

"Don’t worry, Father. I’m sure you’ll be proud," she whispered to herself, seeking comfort in the celestial silence.

At that moment, the archangel Michael approached her. The air around him became warm and golden, as if the dawn had descended with him.

—Sara, he said gently, his voice echoing like distant bells.

—Oh, you heard all of that? she replied, blushing.

—I was just by the door, Michael answered with a smile.

—Remembering my family’s story brings me peace in the face of so much death among Christians, Sara reflected, her voice trembling.

—Are you sure you want to descend and redeem humanity? Michael asked, sincere concern in his eyes.

—Yes, I’m ready, Sara replied with determination.

With God's permission, Michael raised his celestial sword and sliced through the air, opening a radiant portal of light. On the other side, Jerusalem appeared, glowing under the midday sun. It was a living city of narrow alleys, spicy aromas, and voices blending in the market's hustle.

Sara bid farewell with a firm gaze, stepped through the portal unnoticed, and found herself in a vibrant world. The city welcomed her with birdsong, the scent of fresh bread, and the sounds of vendors offering everything from dyed fabrics to sweet figs. Around her, life pulsed between limestone walls and trees that danced with the wind.

As she walked, she saw a boy sitting in the shade of a palm tree, drinking orange juice from a clay jar.

—Hello, what’s your name? Sara asked kindly, approaching him.

The young man, surprised by her beauty, accidentally spit out a bit of his juice.

—My name is Samuel. And yours? he answered, blushing and a bit clumsy.

—I’m Sara Kosmos Gi Magdalena, daughter of Jesus, she said with a warm smile that lit up her face.

—Wow, what a beautiful name. Where are you from? Samuel asked, frowning in curiosity.

—I come from Heaven. I’m the daughter of Jesus, Son of God, and I’ve come to redeem this city of Jerusalem, she explained confidently.

Alarmed, Samuel put his hand over her mouth as he saw two guards in dark tunics and bronze spears approaching. Their footsteps echoed like warnings on the cobblestones.

—Shh! Don’t talk about that here, Samuel whispered, looking around nervously.

—Where do you live? he asked in a quick, low voice.

Sara pointed to a nearby three-story house, painted moss green and clay brown, with six windows decorated with small potted flowers.

—That’s my house, she said calmly.

Samuel took her by the arm and quickly guided her through quieter alleys until they reached the door.

—Never say the name of Jesus in public. It’s dangerous. If you mention Him, they’ll arrest you… or worse, Samuel warned, now calmer but still tense.

—I know, but I want to help these people, Sara replied, a firm spark in her eyes.

—You have to be careful. The high priest Kelvin, descendant of Caiaphas, hates Christians. He hunts them like criminals, Samuel said with sadness.

—I understand. Are you a Christian? Sara asked, tilting her head.

—Yes… that’s why I have to hide, he said, lowering his voice.

—Don’t worry, Samuel. I’m going to change this, she assured him, her gaze full of conviction. It’s late now, so let’s get some rest.

Sara withdrew to her room. As she closed her eyes, a gentle breeze entered through the window, stirring the linen curtains. She felt ready. Her mission was just beginning, and in her heart burned the eternal flame of love for her Father: Jesus Kosmos Gi Lámpsis, the true Son of God.