Hana looked at her system window again.
> [CIVILIZATION PROGRESS: 1%]
The number 1% seemed to make sense now. She wasn't starting from zero. She was starting on top of something that had been lost. If there were books buried in the dirt, what else was hiding under the trees?
She looked at the Boar laborer who had been tracing the lines. He was still watching her, his eyes wide and curious.
"You," she said to the laborer. "When you touched these shapes, you said it felt like a dream?"
"Yes," the Boar whispered. "Like... like I was supposed to know what they mean. But the words are locked."
Hana closed the book with a loud thud.
"We're going to find the rest of those metal boxes," Hana declared. "If your tribe found one by accident, there are more. And I want everything inside them."
Caspian huffed, a small flame licking his lips. "More trash? Hana, I can bring you beautiful shiny rocks. I can bring you the heart of a mountain—"
