He appeared from the sky, with a sound like the unsheathing of an iron sword.
He could call the lightning, and could conjure living shadows with a whisper into his palm.
He had hips like a woman but ribs like a man, and was wise in matters military and politic. Yet he insisted he would not rule us, only teach us to rule ourselves.
We sacrificed a horse to him that afternoon, and the new age began.
