Chapter 37
March – 3,390 BC
Earth: Crash site
NINSIANNA
A vivid dream woke Ninsianna up with a start. A hand clamped over her mouth.
"Shhh…" Mikhail whispered.
Up at the front of the sky canoe, one of the ceiling mats they used to block the door went 'thud.' The goat bleated.
"What is it?" she whispered. "A hyena?"
"Enemies."
He grabbed his firestick and shoved it into its holster.
Ninsianna slipped out from the covers. Mikhail reached up underneath his bunk and pulled out a long, slender weapon. It caught the dim light; flatter than an obsidian spearhead, polished silver, with a honed sharp edge.
A word whispered into her mind.
Sword…
Was this the weapon in the ancient song?
"Stay here," Mikhail said.
He tucked his wings against his back and crept silently out through the g
