“Where’s Carey?” yelled the Princess while fighting off the mad villagers.
“I’ll go look!” replied Raza as he cowered behind the Princess.
Raza ran with great difficulty through the storm. He went door to door, looking for Carey, but all he could find were scared and angry villagers either running or hiding from the strange weather. A couple of minutes later, he found the shack where Carey was holed up. He called out his name from outside, but Carey didn’t respond. As soon as he stepped inside the hut, a scared woman ran out screaming. Raza looked at Carey and his eyes opened wide. The man had a strange white glow emanating from his chest. His face was painted with Red and Blue colors like a tribal chief and he was shirtless, seated in a meditative position. Raza called his name out agai
