That quiet contemplation descended again. Haziel seemed to be the kind of guy who didn’t give quick answers.
But the silence spun out too long and Zeke finally broke. “Please, Haziel, there has to be a way I can go home. I don’t belong here.”
Haziel drooped, wings and all. His gaze swung over to pierce Zeke through, dark forest green in the shadow of the tent. “I have to take you with me, regardless of the difficulty. We must make for Zion and perhaps the Divine will grant your prayer to send you back to your home.”
Zeke nodded, hopeful that Haziel had a plan, what little of it there was. Details weren’t important, because Haziel knew this place and he was just passing through. Maybe. That perhaps was a little light on confidence.
“Understand, the path we must take is dangerous at its
