Chapter 32
October 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Gasur
Colonel Mikhail Mannuki'ili
MIKHAIL
Interacting with new people was always a wearying exercise for Mikhail. Are those real wings? Can I pat them? Can you fly? Is it true you come from an army of God? Those questions he'd gotten used to each time someone visited their village or, in the case of his recent trip to Gasur, flown into their village to escort Needa. The questions he hated the most were not the ones the warriors sent to train as an experiment in mutual aid from the villages of Gasur, Nineveh, and Arrapha asked aloud, but the ones they whispered behind his back.
'Is it true he was cast down from the heavens in a fireball?'
'I hear that firestick on his hip shoots lightning like a thunderstorm … why doesn't he teach us to u
