CHAPTER 7
When I awoke I could hear the sounds of the people chanting.
I was lying down tied onto the altar below the Goddess of Saphnoroc. I was going to be sacrificed to this Incan Goddess and by this High Priestess.
The High Priestess was speaking to the tribes gathered and chanting around her as she waved a sharp jewelled encrusted dagger in the air.
The sun was shining brightly.
The chanting was increasing.
My thoughts were racing, would this be the end of me.
Would I live through this experience, although I had not yet passed all the tests needed in this life transition to become the Storyteller on this future time on this Earth and in this dimension?
The High Priestess painted my forehead with a black paste and then she marked a spot with red juice squeezed from the berry pl
