“Shall we begin?” Shaman Jack asks, showing for Luke to take his place in the center.
“Lay down, and close your eyes,” Shaman Jack instructs.
“Why should I close my eyes?” Luke asks, laying down.
“Because it is less creepy when I put the skull on your face,” Shaman Jack explains, taking a head bonnet that was made from snow owl feathers and placing it over his head before taking Luke’s father’s scull out of its box.
“Will everyone be able to see their spirits?” Luke asks.
“You clearly did not pay attention in class,” Shaman Jack laughs.
“Yes,” Millia chuckles.
Shaman Jack rubs his index finger of his right hand on the skull drawing invisible symbols while saying words in an ancient shaman tongue before laying the skull, eye sockets facing Luke’s.
Luke was dying to open his eyes bu
