Book Read Free

Sword of the Gods: The Chosen One

Page 69

by Anna Erishkigal

June – 3,390 BC

  Earth: Village of Assur

  Ninsianna

  A thrill went through Ninsianna's body as her parents discussed the Chief’s request. That thread she could always feel connecting her to She-who-is hummed like a wooden flute. She could feel the goddess' plan coming together. Mikhail had definite ideas about how to institute a training program and avidly picked her father's brains. It was the most animated she'd seen him in all the time she'd known him. With her goddess-enhanced eyes, she could see the light which had always trailed off of him to someplace else begin to anchor firmly into their village.

  She pushed her charred fish onto the edge of her plate. Mama and Papa did the same, picking edible portions away from parts too black and crispy to digest. Here she'd criticized her mother and now she'd gone and done a worse job than anything Mama had ever botched! She hoped Mikhail wouldn't think the worse of her for it.

  Picking up the fish with two hands, Mikhail bit into it. The fish crunched. Black pieces of ash spilled onto his lentils and vegetables. Ninsianna watched as he consumed the entire burnt, charred, blackened piece of fish.

  “That was very good, Mama." Immanu turned to his wife with his habitual post-dinner gratitude.

  “I was not the one who prepared it!" Mama had a ‘don't blame me’ expression on her face.

  Ninsianna looked down onto her plate. As she glanced up, she was rewarded by one of Mikhail’s rare, beautiful smiles.

  “That was very good, Ninsianna,” Mikhail's grin made her heart flutter. “Thank you.”

  Chapter 64

 

‹ Prev