Chapter Twenty-Two
The dragon’s dark wings stretched behind Eden like a cape. She wasn’t clothed. Flesh covered her bright essence. In the waning moonlight, her light cast a reddish glow, a living fire riding in the night.
Some of the soldiers fell to their knees at the sight. Their heavy boots kicked up rocks as they prostrated themselves. Others, brawny men with visible battle scars, openly wept. Women tilted up their heads and wailed in various languages for their savior.
“Children of the Earth,” said Eden, “hear me.”
She was far away from us, up in the sky, but her words touched my ears. They touched my soul. She spoke not only in every tongue known to man, she also called out telepathically to the flora and fauna that inhabited this womb of a rock.
“I am your Lord God. I know my
