Page 113 of Caveman Alien's Rival
Then I remember something.
I put my hand into my pocket, and despite the many adventures, the small disk-shaped mirror is still in there. It must even have survived being slapped against a rock during the laundry in the river.
I fish it out, find it only mildly dented and bring it to my face and try to use it to reflect the bright sunlight towards the saucer.
I don’t know if I’m even close. The saucer slowly passes beyond the crater rim and out of sight.
“It was worth a shot,” Rosa says.
Sage lowers her arms. “It’s not the first one we see. Sometimes those saucers pass over us, but they never come lower and never–”
The saucer comes back into view, and I think it’s lower than before.
As we watch it comes down, lower and lower, shining in the sun.
“It looks a lot like ours,” I say. “But maybe they’re not that different from each other.”
The girls don’t answer as the saucer comes in above us.
It gives me a creepy feeling, but flying saucers always do.
As we watch, the craft slowly settles in the clearing.
I pull closer to Sage and Rosa, hoping to see the shape of a dragon overhead.
The saucer stands there, seemingly hovering above the grass.
Then the hatch opens with a hiss and all three of us pull a step back.
A shadow sweeps across the crater as Vyrathion comes diving down and lands right beside me, hard enough to shake the ground.Now, who mightthisbe?
I reach out to touch his scales, and immediately all my tension drains away. My husband is here, and I’m safe. Forever.
A dark shape stands in the opening, starkly back-lit in blue-white.
“Hi,” a bright voice says. “Is it okay to park here?”
She steps out. It’s an Earth girl, no doubt about that. Her dark hair is long and lustrous. She’s even wearing pants and a shirt that both look clean. And I’d swear she’s got some eyeshadow on.
But it’s not someone I know.
