Beyond the possible

Three-eyed Svarog, part 4

The warriors freed the earthling, blocking the exit with a huge stone. Dmitry went up to the grate and began to examine the district. The crater-like settlement, about a kilometer in diameter, consisted of caves, paths and ledges. Snow caps loomed in a circle, and dissolving tangles of steam rose from the depths, revealing a hydro thermal vent. In the distance, through the mist, one could see the peak of a rock with a giant petroglyph.
The altar, carved out of stone in the form of a bowl, towered tens of meters on the edge of the main ledge, where jubilant savages were already gathering.
Some caves had even shapes, which spoke of a developing culture of builders. Although with the help of a wooden stick and a stone, not much will work out. At some point, the scientist began to doubt the building abilities of the natives. But if not them, then who?

A large creature appeared in the sky, circling around the crater. An eagle or a vulture would be the usual eye for an Earthling. But in it the outline of a flying fox was guessed. What attracted the local pterosaur? Maybe a victim made up of animals whose screams echoed around? The flying creature seemed to provoke the savages, who stamped their feet harder, howling blatantly in unison.
The light-emitting cigar in the sky, approaching the horizon, gradually turned purple. Evening came. Thoughts in the head of Dmitry were confused. Judging by the incredible luminary, he knew for sure that this planet was not Earth. And in what part of the universe he was it doesn't matter, the main thing is that his daughter is nearby. He will definitely find her.
Images of Iva appeared among the clouds. Imperceptibly, tears welled up in my eyes. Recently, Dmitry saw her radiant smile, eyes sparkling with life and children's laughter, which caressed the memory with a pleasant echo from the past.
The thought of losing all this forever was terrifying. "To lose hope is to lose everything," the scientist encouraged himself.
"But ye, wanderer, didn't flewe to us from the gods," a child's voice was heard from the side.
The words spoken belonged to a boy, about twelve years old. A primitive-looking dark-skinned teenager stepped closer, inspecting the stranger.
"Do you know what flight is?" he asked the negro child reluctantly, resting his back on the cage. Memories were still swirling in his head, and he did not want to return to reality.
"I knowe everythyng. Bysides, who created the gods?" the boy said confidently.
"The gods exist forever," the scientist answered with a sigh. The useless conversation got boring.
"I doubt it," the primitive boy continued to pester.
" Why?"
"The gods who created the worlds, they are liketh us: they need mete, they are curious, they worry ..."
"So what, the gods created us in the likeness."
"And they're dyyng."
"How do you know all this?" the earthling became interested in the boy and turned to him.
"I see it, but others doon not."
"I mean, they are not eternal?"
"Among the gods who rule the worlds, ther was an eald man with a byard," the guy said further and sat closer to the prisoner, looking at the reddening sunset. "Once he fell and did not rise to his feet, until the oother almighty carried him away. Synce thanne, I have not seen the eald man-god."
"Well, how are you ..." the earthling turned to the boy. "Go already. Sacrifice coming soon..."
"Svarog."
"What?"
"My name ys Svarog
"You are a smart guy, Svarog. You will do a lot for your people."
"Nay, it ys ye who will bryng change to oure worlds. Praise to the spirits of the ancestors.
"Well, yes, I'm from the gods. I promised to help."
"Ye are not from the gods. Ye dwell among the stars. The gods caught ye and plunged ynto the wrong world, yn error
Dmitry was dumbfounded by these words. He heard a clarification from the half-wild kid. Pictures appeared in his head: a giant ship, a bright beam of light, and a mysterious planet, like jigsaw puzzles that fit together.
The scientist became thoughtful: "Svarog obviously knew something about beings deified by savages." Then he asked excitedly:
"Gods, what are they?"
The boy smiled like a sage in front of a student and said:
"Soon ye will see for yourself, wanderer."
"I'm Dmitry, I flew from the Earth."
"Ye need to run, earthlyng, "Svarog said seriously and held out an ax with a stone blade.
"Why are you helping me?"
"Ye're lookyng for youre daughter. Ali am I mistaken?"
"Yes, but..." the earthling did not fully understand the boy's intentions.
"Freedom. I want to fynd and comprehend the sooth yn order to bycome free."
After these words, Svarog looked around and hurriedly left.