(A/N: Yeshuah is risen! But there's still a lot of things to do!)

James sat in the dungeon, trying to sleep. How much time had passed since he had been tossed in this place? It felt like days to him. He huddled further into the corner, cradling his knees to his chest, his toes curling. He closed his eyes.

Not a minute had passed when he found himself opening his eyes again, the door to his cell opening.

"Are you setting me free this early?" he asked, getting to his feet. The jailer at the door nodded. "We have orders from Princess Amata to set you free."

James raised an eyebrow. Why would the princess issue such an order, and for someone like him? It didn't make much sense to him at all until his chains were off and he was led up the stairs, to meet a familiar face.

"Did you miss me, James?" Yeshuah son of Yosef asked, a smile on his face.

James was at a loss for words.

After a week of struggles, it was the day of rest for the Israelites. This was a significant rest day in the eyes of the carpenter and his friends. They were free, and so was Yeshuah – he no longer had to hide.

At first, the Kingdom of Israel was at a loss for what to do, when King Caiaphas's dead body was found in the chamber of the Ark. Their first impulse was to make Princess Amata the queen, but they needed someone to rule alongside her. A king.

Many suitors still wanted to take her hand, but she would only have Yeshuah in the end. It helped a bit that Miriam, Yeshuah's mother, indeed did not deny that King Yahweh was Yeshuah's father. People were sceptical at first, but then Yeshuah told the people of Caiaphas's plot to kill him, and seeing as Caiaphas had hidden Yahweh and Miriam (that was what Miriam had disclosed) and selfishly wanted his line to run forever, that made sense, even though not all the issues were easily resolved.

Even after all that Caiaphas had done and try to kill the carpenter, he was buried with reverence – he was Amata's father, after all. They were still unsure of what would happen to his immortal soul – none can say for sure.

When the period of mourning for the former king had come to an end, Yeshuah, son of Yahweh, and Amata, daughter of Caiaphas, were wed on a splendid, sunny day. All was well and the wedding had lasted for seven days. It was a period of rejoicing for Israel, and all were welcome to celebrate. They were soon crowned King and Queen of Israel.

As for the people who had helped Yeshuah, they were rewarded for freely giving him their time and resources. Simon the young soldier in particular was promoted to second-in-rank, next to the captain of the guard. He, and the rest of the Twelve, never forgot their crazy adventure with Yeshuah, and they all soon had many more to come.

Together, Yeshuah and Amata – and their children, too – lived happily ever after.

So ends our tale.

(And with this, the story of Yeshuah and the Twelve Disciples comes to a close. I hope you liked it!)