Achva was astounded at the request he had heard. He, the quiet, unassuming star-gazer was to go on a mission for the great Adam. Achva knew all of the stories of his heritage. He knew that Adam and Eve had been the first people placed on this earth by God the Father. He had been carefully taught about the sin committed in the Garden and the wily way that the Evil one could deceive. He remembered that when Cain had killed his brother, Abel, then the sacred line was passed through Seth. He knew all of the stories: Cain and his wicked city; Aluma who had escaped; Tubal-Cain his own ancestor and the valiant Shalomshamars. But now here was the father of all man-kind sending him, a nobody, to the great city of Ur. He had only heard about Ur and had certainly never been there. Ur was hundreds of miles away. How in the world could he get there, and how could he possibly fulfill his mission? Bring Enoch home, Adam had ordered. Just as simply as if he were asking nothing harder than bringing a fish from the market. Achva shook his head in wonder. Somehow he had found himself agreeing to this impossible and probably very dangerous mission. His thoughts ran wildly through his head. How could he have refused the Patriarch? How could he look into the depth of those eyes that had looked upon this world for over 600 years and say no. Of course he couldn't refuse, but what in the world had he gotten himself into?