Chapter 81
November - 3,390 B.C.
Earth: Village of Assur
NINSIANNA
Ninsianna burst through the front door. She found him in their little bed, curled up in a fetal position, wings pulled over his own body, trembling as though he were cold.
“Mikhail?” she touched his wing. “Are you alright?”
“Ninsianna,” he murmured, shivering as though he was cold. “Ní féidir liom a bhraitheann tú níos mó" I can’t feel you anymore. "Ní féidir liom a bhraitheann tú." I can’t feel you.
She checked the stitch job on his wing and frowned, adequate work, but not the neat, even stitches of a trained healer. The feathers had been plucked around the wound and it smelled of myrrh, no dirt left carelessly behind to invite the evil spirits that caused infection, the spirits Mikhail called 'germs.' If she had do
