This was not the first time that he looked at me like this. The shaman was trying to read what was on my thoughts. This happens every time he visits us on the farm.
“You saw it too, right?”
“What?” I asked.
“The flickering lights.” The shaman answered.
I wanted to lie about so that I won't think about what I saw earlier, but I guess it's no use. I can't get away with this one ,especially if he is looking at you intimidated.
"Yes, I saw something, but I think I am just tired that's why I guess I am imagining things." I answered.
"You are not imagining things, young man. You have a push and pull relationship with the deities of this land. You must hurry and figure out things before it ends. You are running out of time. If you just have listened to my warning before, the string of
