Six thousand years ago, before the birth of the Akkadian Empire, it started with a promise. "I want you to promise me a life," she whispered so softly he barely heard her. She slowly sat back up and searched the gloom of the hut warily. "Akhila " Akintunde hissed quietly and also glanced about fearfully. It was strictly taboo to speak of future lives, and a well-known harbinger of ill luck. If an attentive god should hear, whether good or evil, they just might strike you dead so that you could quickly begin the new life you so coveted. Akhila flinched, but quickly regained her resolve. "I'm...