Chapter 107
July - 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
JAMIN
He stayed at the training field, long after Ninsianna had run past and refused to speak to him, even after he'd called out her name. Long after the other archers had passed by, laughing, as though they found something funny. Long after the Angelic, and his pet shaman had slithered by. Long after the warriors he'd been teaching had left.
He continued practicing as the shadows lengthened into darkness; as the bats came out and began chasing insects; as hyenas laughed in the distance. Soon, he'd prove that his way was the best, and then he'd get the Angelic out of his village.
He hefted another spear…
*Thwunk*
It only hit the edge of the charcoal heart that he'd smeared onto the straw-man. Dead-center meant dead. Less than dea
