‘I am Gabriel, an Archangel sent by Yahweh. You are a special young man. You may have heard of prophets that have spoken to him or me in the past. ‘

Zehikari’s face fell. It was clear that he was still not over the death of his wife. Good riddance. He was too happy and mischievous for his own good. ‘But I am now, brother. The other side of me died when my mother did. She did not become like our father, but I am one. Can you not feel it?’