Chapter 10
November 3,390 BC
Earth: Mesopotamian Plain
MIKHAIL
He called into the darkened room, but nobody waited there for him.
"Ninsianna?"
Pain radiated out of his chest. It hurt! Hands. Touching him. All around him. Pleading with him to hang on.
Strong arms lifted him and cradled him on her lap, reading to him a bedtime story. The cadence of her voice rose and fell as they rocked, singing a song which felt familiar.
"Seanmháthair?"
'You must listen with your heart, chol beag,' his grandmother kissed his forehead. 'Can’t you feel your true mate calling to you?'
Thorns tore at him as he fought his way through the darkness. Pain. So much pain! The room grew even darker, more ominous, terrifying. Behind it yawned that terrible void, thrumming with unspeakable power. Horrible. Da
