Chapter 63
December, 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
MIKHAIL
The first rays of dawn cast tentative tendrils over the horizon and shone their light into the window which had been left unshaded so he could ascend into the heavens once he died. It crept into the room, past the unguarded spiderweb which had been abandoned once the weather had turned cold, and kissed his eyelids with its golden, effulgent light.
Breath streamed from his lungs and cast its warmth into the cold, winter chill. Alive. He breathed because he was still alive. And oh, by gods, it hurt, but he breathed anyways because he'd been given the gift of life by the spirit who lay ensconced within the shelter of his wings.
The sunlight grew bolder, shining through his eyelids so brilliantly it threatened to blind him. He
