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Chapter 17: The Shaman

Inside his tent, the shaman of Thaelen folk had visions. The visions changed in an irregular pattern. He moved in his tent, unable to sleep. Were the gods speaking to him? He wasn't used to this. He was desperately trying to close his eyes. There was no use. He couldn't sleep.

At dawn, the visions stopped. He found peace at least to sleep. Everything seemed okay, until the visions started again. The shaman runs to the river. He knelt. The water's surface was calm. He looked at his reflection. He could recognize himself. The man in the water was dark haired with brown eyes. His face was decorated with war paints. The clothes, he was wearing, we decorated in the same pattern. His face changed. The face melted, revealing a much powerful shaman. The Thaelen shaman moved a step backward. The man turned, his face and hair were darker.

“You can't run,” the man said.

“I can,” the shaman replied.

“There is no use in running.”

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