Daughter of the Naga

r. It was a part of the city that no cars could go as there were

strong current of water wouldn't wash us away. I prayed to the tr

with fitting hiking pants and a long-sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows. Not that

en we burst out of the evergreen rainforest and made our way through

are!" Dad

o large open-air tents and a few smaller ones next to a pile of dug-up soil. Some local

bout a hundred feet

oomed from one of the tents.

walking mountain, and his white curly hair looked as if he just stuck his fingers in an electric socket. There were smili

ou doing?" Dad greet

And this must be my little Nikita, an aspiring a

cated it from my shoulder if he put a little more forc

finding goin

s white beard. "I almost forgot.

equipped with three flat-screen panel computer monitors. Then

nd, the spiral in question is not linked to t

l topographic thingy was

man-made feature?" Dad asked, starin

that is one of the things that we dread as archaeologi

d agreed in a serious tone. "It had to follow a kind of sacred geography where everything was laid out

cient grinding stone instead?

e found no evidence of ceramic remains

ook at the spir

ng! Now,

f the tent and headed to

h that the team had dug up, the

were brushing it up with special tools. The spiral was made entirely from stone blocks. Each stone connected with each other i

snakehead

d places. We didn't recognize them at first because some of their features were worn

the spiral is m

Dr. Ivan said, "But every stone seems to be rooted

I pointed at a whole in

n said and he turned to my Dad. "I have some

nce and flicked on a light bulb, hanging from the ceiling. He began

the box on the table and glancing around before he turned back t

is, doc?"

he chest open. Inside was a milky-white crystal stone the size of a bowling ball.

tune teller's crysta

ne," Dad said without taking his eye

Chandramo

Moons