Chapter 112
February: 3,389 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
MIKHAIL
With a weary cry of victory, the Assurians finished off the last of the enemy, but Mikhail did not feel victorious, and by the look of her, neither did Pareesa. His young protégé stared at him with large, brown haunted eyes, no longer innocent, no longer his eager little fairy, and rushed over to some enemy bodies to begin rummaging for something, though he had no idea for what. It occurred to him that perhaps he should help her dig, but that uncomfortable echo that something was wrong had stayed with him and it ate at him now even though, deep in his bones, his intuition told him it was too late to do anything about it.
He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling which Ninsianna had tried so hard to teach him to see, bu
