Chapter 97
February: 3,389 BC
Earth: Pars Sea
MIKHAIL
“Squeee.grrrr.click.k.k.rrrr?”
“Eeeek.squeel.click.click.click,” a second voice returned.
Mikhail felt a sub-audible series of thrums, felt more in his body than with his ears. He felt a bump, and then a second bump as someone pressed against his wings and pushed his head above the surface. The water was warm and pleasant, and the sensation was one akin to floating weightlessly in a dream, a dream from whence his mind refused to wake.
“Wheeee,click.whirrrrr,” another voice spoke. The language seemed familiar, like the tune to a nursery rhyme, and yet he couldn’t quite understand the words.
Every now and again a squeak fell into place. Man. Hurt. Shore. Whoever they were, they spoke neither Galactic Standard nor Leviathan, but an
