"Damn," Deanna muttered under her breath. "Shit!"
All hope of order and calm was gone. Half the tribe was running wild in every direction, while the other half were huddled so tightly together that she feared the little ones couldn't breathe. Save them, God's words echoed in her mind repeatedly.
Save them and I will untie you. Just an hour ago she had felt bold. Bold and wise, but not anymore. She was about to panic, it was the worst. Panic is painful.
Deanna forced herself to calm down. If she loses her mind, nothing can be done to save her. Evil ghosts surged around her, attacking the horde, so many that she could feel them passing like the wind. Their whispers turned into an excited and hungry buzz. But she couldn't panic.
She took a slow breath to relax, then looked around for Pepper, but the smelly little toad was hiding again. He kicked the circle, letting the evil spirits deal with them, and disappeared. This was exactly what she wanted from the evil giant's child. Not that she could blame him; not entirely. He was right about a lot of things. About her. About Sesh people. They all brought it upon themselves.
Deanna knew what she had to do. She is the only one who does this. "Natuak! Listen. No, stop! Look me in the face, you old fool! Listen. Get them here. Get them together. No, no problem! Help me fix them. Now!"
Before waiting to see his reaction, she turned away from his stupid face. He looked angry and confused. The old man lost his mind. He'd better find it quickly. Deanna rushed toward the nearest demon she could reach: a young couple holding each other and their small child so tightly that they were more likely to fall over than to go anywhere while trying to escape. Their tails were tangled together and the woman was yelling. Their clothes were pressed tightly by invisible hands and moved unnaturally.
Deanna grabbed each of them by one of their horns and made them look at her. "Go back! You'll be safer together. Go back! Now!"
For a moment they just stared, their eyes blank as the shock of the moment stole their thoughts. Deanna shook their horns to loosen their brains, and they blinked, trying to pay attention, trying to break free. She held them tightly. "go back!"
When she let go, she stared at them with her most vicious eyes until she saw them start to turn around. Then she ran to the next person, a middle-aged man who had fallen into the snow and was struggling, trying to chase away the invisible shadow. She kicked him in the belly and he stopped swishing his tail around.
"Get up!" Dya
a shouted. She reached up, grabbed his shirt, and slapped him on the cheek. "I said it! "Go back!" She put him down and kicked him again. The man stood up quickly, then turned around and walked back when she pointed.
Deanna sent them back one by one. An old woman who runs very fast despite her age. Three boys, only a few years younger than her, cried desperately and walked blindly holding hands. A woman with three small children waved a knife in the air, urging them forward as if that would do any good.
Natak didn't leave where she left. He looked around; not at a loss, but that he had given up. His eyes reminded her of her father, who was eventually affected by their fire, which burned him to death. Resignation and peace, if not true peace. He looked at her and their eyes met, but nothing was exchanged.
That’s it for Natak. "Pepper!" she shouted, but the boy was gone. No doubt he was nearby, probably at her feet, but she could never see him. Where else could he go?
But she ran out of time. Others are on their own. The Night Men began to fight each other, shouting, pushing, and waving their claws. Several people lowered their horns and warned: Stay back.
"Hey! Listen! Stop, all of you! Listen to me! Everybody look...!" Deanna shouted, holding her hands to her mouth. But no one listened. Some tilted their heads as if noticing her, but no one was interested in what she had to say, not even the few she sent back.
She dragged around in the dirt until she found two rocks the size of her fist. She gathered a bit of her essence to strengthen her arms, then slammed them together as hard as she could, hard enough to turn them into a ball of sharp sand with a deafening sound that silenced even the great chorus of ghosts . Faced with the sudden emptiness, she said: "Listen. Make this sign. Want them to leave. Point away, point to the dirt, like this."
Deanna raised her hand to indicate her horns, a gesture as old as the ocean. She waved her horns in the air, then descended into the ground, ordering the ghosts to leave. Only a few demons tried it at first, but she walked right up to them and started pushing people around, forcing their fingers into place.
"Will they leave? Don't ask, order! Go away, go away! Use this gesture to order them!"
How many times had she done this when she was a girl, when the fire in the night summoned not the ancestors but some wandering liar, coming into the world with lies and malice? The whole tribe recognized it instantly Find such people and drive them out. Hundreds of times? No, too many. Is that really the case? For a few weeks... forget it.
"Order them to go away!" she shouted again. Even children. She won't keep moving unless she gets everyone around her to do the same. They can protect each other. Too much for one person, but an entire horde, fending them off from every direction? The evil specters stand no chance.
The painful scream diverted her attention. Less than twenty steps away from her, a man threw a woman in front of the adults, grabbing her chest with his hands, as if he wanted to tear her chest open and eat her. her heart. Everyone else hurried back, but Deanna ran forward and kicked him in the shoulder, sending him flying to the side.
After a while, the woman grabbed Deanna's legs and climbed up. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open, and she uttered silent curses, spitting all over the floor. She tried to dig into Deanna's thighs but failed to pierce the skin. "Hate you!" screamed the woman, her words sounding more like a beast than a human.
"Please stop her!" the man said, grabbing his shoulders. "She wants to kill the children!"
oh. Oh, that's terrible. Deanna looked down and finally understood the truth of the matter. The woman is lost and crazy. A shadow fell over her. Is this the dead demon outside the circle, the old scout? Must Pepper resist?
She was several years older than Deanna, but still in the prime of her health and beauty. Full breasts suggest a child, perhaps a child. The skin is smooth and smooth, and the muscles are firm. Her dark hair was long, slightly wavy, and had an enviable shine, as did her slender, feminine horns and tail.
The woman also tried to bite off Deanna's kneecap. If she was given more time, maybe she could be saved. Maybe the shadow of evil can be lifted from her and her mind repaired. But not now, not when there is no time. Deanna frowned, heartless. Her eyes were moist and there was a lump in her throat. She then stomped on the back of the woman's neck, knocking her to the ground. Deanna crushed the bones in the skull with her heels, breaking them apart. The woman died before she could exhale.
Deanna looked around with tears in her eyes and a heavy heart, but no one was lunging at her for revenge. If anything, they seemed vaguely relieved to have seen everything except the bodies. However, the fear of the dead still gripped them firmly; they stood stiffly, or huddled together, twisting their tails into ropes, or hugging their relatives tightly to prevent them from panicking.
The strangest thing they worry about, however, is injury. Waving his bandaged wrist was enough to bring tears to those around him. The injured seemed to be held tighter than the others, and seemed to have an extra sense of despair.
There was another commotion on the other side of the tribe, and Deanna rushed over to find three adults suppressing a young man whose horns had not yet grown to a good point. He laughed, spat at them, and wanted to bite them; his teeth were already red with previous success. A fourth man jumped in to help, holding his horns while others held down his limbs.
A woman was kneeling beside him, holding a bloody wound on her collar with one hand and a knife in the other. She cried without shame, grabbed the knife with both hands, and stabbed the young man three times in the chest. He screamed, hissed, and struggled for the last moment of his life, which thankfully only lasted ten times.
After a while, the young man's eyes lost their light and went limp, and the woman pointed the knife at herself. The men jumped to stop her, but it was too late. She stuffed it into her chest before they forced it out of her. Her screams of pain became involuntary and she died at an alarming rate.
Deanna's heart is broken when she realizes what she just saw: a mother killing her child. The horrible feeling was like physical pain, burning inside her.
This is a reenactment of the death of Deanna's tribe. Horrible events that she had not thought about were vividly reflected in her mind. Leisha, her bowels came out. Pakyu's head. Little children came running down to play on their horses. The father, in the end, allowed himself to be burned in exchange for her life.
The chaos was much the same as now, only more brutal. Got faster. There was no way she could save her tribe. My father couldn't do it, if it were possible for a mortal, he would have done it. No, the tide of time rushed in and washed them away. This was inevitable. But not this tribe. God told her to save them. Aguna's god, child. This means there is hope.
She forced herself to move again, ignoring the hot pity as she ignored any other pain. Be strong, she told herself. Father's daughter. She ran through the crowd, looking for familiar faces, anyone who might speak to her in the midst of such great panic.
Deanna found Shays' parents holding him in the middle, outside the larger group of tribes. It looks like dad is considering running away with mom Nemua to try and get them back to the other kids.
"What's going on? Why is everyone losing their minds? You're just making it worse," she said, accidentally shouting. She took a deep breath and tried to regain some dignity, but it didn't happen. use.
Sheth's mother held Sheth tighter and continued to try to pull them back into the crowd. She said: "If spirits could enter our hearts, they would torture us. If we had to go back to our tent, we would be too conspicuous! We would have to avoid being discovered!"
The father replied: "If we stay here, our own people will take us away! You saw what happened in the village just now, Nimu!"
Deanna said, "Look, if you calm down, spirits like these aren't powerful enough to hurt you. They're basically harmless, just-"
The father turned to her and said in a truly vicious voice, "They are not harmless to us."
She thought it was panic itself. fear. Mentally overwhelmed. She's seen people do strange things in extreme situations, and it makes sense that an evil shadow would take advantage of that. But this is an overreaction! How could they not know? She asked, "Why can't we calm down and fix the circle?"
Nemua said: "The elder will take action at any time. When he comes back, we will be safe."
"How many more people will become vampires?" The soul has arrived, Nemua. There are probably fifty more of them, and they could turn around at any moment! Are we going to be standing next to them when it happens?”
"Really? What if you were the only target, Kishiba, and all the shadows were coming at you at the same time?"
"They couldn't do it if we weren't here!"
"Kishpa! Nemua! Stop and tell me why you are so afraid of these shadows? I know they are scary, but you are giving them power by doing this!" Deanna said, grabbing their sleeves to get their attention.
"Deanna, we don't have time for you!" Dad Kishpa said.
The two of them never stopped trying to pull each other where they wanted to go, and between them, Sheth was not happy. From what little Deanna could catch, the poor little guy had his eyes and mouth tightly shut, too scared to move. A wet triangle on his tunic indicated that he was soaked.
The real problem is madness, not shadows. But the frenzy won't stop until the shadows are gone and everyone feels safe. She tried again, saying: "Ghosts can't do anything to you unless you let them. They can't easily overcome you - you have to give them the power first, either to be afraid or to be willing. I know what that looks like , but not like this! A poor little dead soul can’t just jump on you and breath after breath you start trying to kill everyone around you!”
"For us, Deanna, for our guys, that's it, especially when we're hurt. They can get in," Kishpa said. "That's why we're safer where no one can hurt us!"
"How did this happen? That's not...!" Deanna growled in frustration. "So why doesn't this happen every time you scrape your knee?"
Mum Nemua said: "Because the dead are hiding from us. They hate us as much as we hate them. We don't know why this is happening and until we figure it out, we are safer with other people!"
Deanna concluded that there was no way to convince these people. They had no experience with this, unlike her. Why argue with an idiot? No, she had to do something. She could never convince enough people. Well, there are two problems to solve: one is to let the spirit wander, and the other is to take care of those who have been defeated. Maybe she could explain the ghost's ways and prevent it from happening again next time.
Deanna reached between her parents and patted the little boy on the head. She asked, "Sheth, can you see the curtains? Can you see the ghost?"
He covered the lantern eye with one hand and carefully opened his other hand to peek at her. "Only my eyes know," he said meekly, almost inaudibly because of the shouts of the night and the roar of the dead.
Kishpa finally relaxed a little at his wife's insistence and said: "He could see them. He saw them rushing in like an invading army, screaming so loudly that half the tribe came running."
The answer began to form in Deanna's mind. "Sephy, can you see them when they're inside someone else's body? Or on them? Just take a look and try, okay?"
The little boy trembled but did not move his hands away. He turned his head. A pang of guilt began to form within her. Does she really understand what she's asking him to do? What did the dead look like? What if they were horrific, nightmarish things that would haunt his memory forever? But was there an alternative?
"Please Seffy. You must see, even for the tiniest moment. Can you see them when they are inside a human body?"
He mumbled something that Deanna couldn't hear.
"Sheth?" Deanna pressed.
"I do not want to go!"
She pleaded: "Sephi, please, this is important! Please, can you help me? Just once?"
He gave her the most hateful look she had ever seen from him, one that would have made her laugh under any other circumstances. Not this time.
"please."
Xie Si's hand slowly slid down, revealing his closed eyes. He looked at the crowd outside with his normal eyes, and then opened his lantern eye. In bright sunlight, it's almost impossible to see the glow. He pointed at a scrawny old man, then closed his eyes again, turned around and hid his face in his mother's pants.
The man Sheth pointed out to me was holding himself tightly, his muscles shaking, as he stared at the dirt. His mouth moved quickly, as if he were talking, but no one was nearby to listen. At first glance, he does look like a man who has lost his mind.
Deanna felt a rush of excitement, tempered slightly by the guilt of letting him do this. But it's doable! "She'll save everyone. You're all right. Stay here, away from them, but not too far. I'll be right back!"
She ran over to where Natuk was kneeling in the dirt and kicked him in the side. Don't use force, just keep him off balance. "Where is the salt?" she asked.
He looked up at her, his tired eyes flashing with the faint hatred that was their entire being. "It's right there, on the ground."
"I know you have more, you old man. Where is it?"
"I used everything I had and we quickly gathered everything. There was nothing else."
"Okay, I'll find it myself. You say you have charm? Or no, you say you can't make enough money in time. Do you?"
"I have some, but they're no good for us right now."
"Go find them," Deanna ordered.
His eyes were smoldering, watery and old, but still burning. He didn't move.
"Go get it or I'll kick you," she said.
"Who do you think you are to order me like this?"
Deanna held out her hand to help him stand. He didn't move, but looked away. "You half-dead coward!"
He looked up at her again, his eyes more alive, angrier. He lowered his horn in her direction, but she ignored it. "My child, I have fought longer than you think, and I have sacrificed more than you think. Find someone to lie down with, and get your own child. Don't try to trick our child away."
She held out her hand more firmly. "I'm really going to start kicking you, Elder. Go get your charm or token or whatever."
Deanna twitched her leg and he winced. After a moment, they both realized he'd lost, and the defiant look on his face softened. He took a deep breath, sighed, took her hand, and she helped him stand up. She didn't yell at him to hurry up for good luck.
Deanna's legs strengthened, and she started running at almost full speed, running towards the tent farthest from the circle, because there was most likely to be salt there. However, when she stopped to check on a car, she rediscovered how dangerous the mud can be and slid a full ten steps before hitting a fender and rolling into it. She rolled all the way and hit the far wall, causing the tent to tilt and shake so violently that she was sure it was going to fall on her.
But the brace still held, so she stood up and began to dig through whose tent it was, looking for a jar of salt. She rummaged through almost everything inside, from baskets and bags to piles of clothes, but there was no salt.
Deanna made a slushy mess of everything and rushed to the next one, roaring like a typhoon. Once they see what she does to their stuff, they won't be happy, but that's their problem, not hers.
There was no salt in the second tent either, but there was in the third, along with some rag dolls and wooden game weapons, which intrigued her. She'd never seen a Nightman child with toys, but then again, she'd barely seen them.
She picked up the jar of salt and came back much slower than when she came because she didn't want to slip in the mud and ruin the salt again, especially with the whole tribe paying attention to her. The fighting and panic seemed to have slowed down as they seemed to have noticed how fast she was running and they were all watching her. At least for now, no more of them are in the process of losing their minds.
Deanna quickly found where Pepper had kicked the salt line and used her fingers to create a new groove that she had to strengthen with essence to make up for the lack of claws. She sprinkled the furrow with salt and refilled the circle.
Nothing happened. No spiritual barrier rises to replace the previous spiritual barrier. She could not hide the anger and disappointment that filled her, almost completely replacing the hope that had previously animated her. She cursed under her breath and looked around to see if anything else was broken. There is no other rest.
"Why don't you work?" she said aloud, almost to herself. Her tribe never used salt because all the souls they wanted to protect tended to come from the ocean. Why salt? What elf would be afraid of dry sea water? If she hadn't seen it work, she would never have believed it. They need proper guardianship, like a loop of rope holding the Eye of the Tallwalker or the Hand of Ab.
She slapped the ground in frustration, trying not to listen to the growing murmurs of the tribe, or the subtle screams and laughter in the shadows. How annoying! It made her so angry that tears came to her eyes. What should she do?
"Have you purified the salt? Blessed it?" Natuk asked, returning with several necklaces in his hands.
"No. Do you have to go?"
"You must allow the night sky to purify it and bless it by offering sacrifices to Galishek before it can protect his people."
"Well, we don't have enough time. Is there any other way?"
Natak took out the necklace. On the necklace hung a small flat piece of wood with a symbol she didn't recognize engraved on it. There are four of them. "Choose who lives, Deanna," he said darkly. "There are still some people alive though."
Just then, the man she saw trembling and talking to himself threw back his head and laughed loudly and flippantly. Predator's delight flashed across his face as he lowered his head again. Before he could attack anyone, one of the young men stabbed him in the back with a thin metal spear.
Teshwa
? Was that the young man's name? She couldn't remember, but it was something like that. She could almost see the young man's last hopes dashed as the dead demon slipped from his spear. He was younger than she was, and had the strange charm of a boy growing into manhood. The pale look of death and emptiness on his face almost shook her resolve.
almost. An idea suddenly occurred to her. She is here because God sent her, so shouldn’t he be willing to do his part? She stood up and shouted to the sky: “Pathos, god of Aguna and Androcles, Guardian of orphans, you called me to save these people! I heard your voice, you God, so I knew it was you! Come and purify this salt!”
Nothing happened. Not wanting to lose this opportunity, Deanna turned to Natuk and asked, "How do you call on God? How do you do it?"
He looked at her blankly, as if he didn't know how to answer the question. "Don't you know the gods?"
"We worship gods, not gods. We have no relationship with any god."
Natuk sighed, and Deanna could tell he was debating whether it was all worth it to explain to her. Finally he said: "Do you know the prayers of this god? Do you know what offerings he accepts, his feasts and dates? Do you have any sacred place to burn incense to him? You are his priestess, who makes Does he listen to you? I don’t know anything about Pepper’s god and I can’t help you.”
She was filled with frustration. She wasn't sure if she wanted to scream, laugh, or cry. She's just that close! One more thing, and then Shays can point out the ghost and it's all over!
Deanna stood up, took three steps away, and looked at the circle from another angle. But that doesn't help. She just couldn't sit still. To her ears, the whispers, laughter, and howls of the surrounding shadows began to sound like doom. Now that sounds like scary stuff. Not because of what they say, but because of their presence. Little ghosts like these wouldn't hurt anything, and being afraid of them made her feel less and less like a child of her own tribe. What would Changan say when he saw her now? Nothing. He and the rest of them, along with everything they had been and believed in, were gone forever.
She wished she could just live with the thought and mourn. But she can't. Her people need her. Only her, only her. Only she can help them.
Focus. God. Palthos. How could she get his attention? Natak had mentioned sacrifices, maybe she could find something. She began to pace nervously, trying to look like she was about to do something. As if she had other plans.
Ancestor spirits want what they enjoyed while alive. The great Kupati was summoned with yam wine and silk, and the mother was summoned with fresh bread and children's songs. And of course there are chants and slogans. There is also fire and holy smoke. She had nothing, what would God want for a child? A puppy?
Toys are a good guess. Without saying a word she ran back to the tent where she had grabbed the salt. The little rag doll was where she had left it, partially buried beneath the overturned scraps of linen.
She picked it up and thought about it. It was a beat-up car, probably old. The dye had long since worn out, and if it had started out a dusk blue like Nightman, it was now a mottled brown and gray. One of the horns was missing and the hair yarn was mostly frayed. The tail is long gone, but the little skirt looks well cared for. or updated.
Wait, Passos is a boy, right? Would he want a doll? She looked down at the little wooden sword, a pang of resentment keeping her from picking it up. If he were just the god of male orphans, then he could have someone else do his errands for him.
She ran back, almost to shake off her fear that it wouldn't work. She quickly knelt down on the ground where she had placed the salt and lifted the doll. "Okay, Patos, I give you this gift! Do I...do I burn it? What should I do, Natak?"
However, before the elder could answer, a little girl ran out from the crowd, just a very small thing. Younger than Sheth. She stopped a few steps away from Deanna, pointed at the doll, and said something in vague baby talk that Deanna didn't understand.
"Ah, what's wrong, what--!" Deanna was startled, but she still kept her mouth shut to prevent herself from screaming in frustration or throwing the doll at the little girl. What now? Should she give it back? Is this a joke?
The two of them looked at each other for a few moments, and then the little girl covered her face with her hands and cried; a tired, heartbreaking voice. At this time, her father had walked to her and picked her up. The poor child was so sad that he fell on his father's body and lamented on his shoulder. The way her father looked at Deanna was... troubled.
Deanna jumped up, stretched out her hand, and walked over. She felt uncomfortable. "Look, I'm about to give it back to you. Take it."
The father gave it to the little girl, who hugged it and cried non-stop.
"Wow, you can be so mean sometimes," a child whispered in her ear. She jumped away at the sound and almost fell. There is nothing there.
"Palthos?" she asked.
I just heard it. "I just wanted to see what you would do," the god whispered into her ear, so close she thought his lips would brush hers. Then he chuckled and pulled back, the sound tingling with joy and fun that made her spirit tingle.
The invisible wall reappeared, causing the shadows to disappear completely, leaving only the terrified gasps of the Night Men in the sudden void.
Deanna was so relieved that she almost cried. She had to stare at the ground for a while, blink a few times, and breathe calmly before she dared to stand up. Once she did, she ignored the sudden outcry from hundreds of Night Men. She scanned the crowd, looking for Shane or his parents. over there!
Ten steps away, Sheth's mother picked him up, even though his pants were soaked, and his father scanned the crowd for threats. When Deanna came over, he almost didn't let her in, but she waited a moment, giving him the option of leaving rather than starting a fight.
She put her hand on the boy's shoulder and said, "Xie Si, it's your turn. You have to see who's still alive. Come on. You're safe now. Mom doesn't even have to put you down. Okay? You have to see." Look, Chess. Open your eyes."
Sheth hesitated and his mother Nemua said: "He was shaking, Dya
a. He was too scared. Let him be. "
Deanna tried again, her voice gentle yet urgent. "Sheth, except for a few, almost everyone is safe now. You have to tell us who it is so we can save them. Only you can do it, Sephy. Come on. Can you be as brave as Android? Still Remember when those guys took you away and he got you back? Did he have to fight a bunch of men to do it? It was like that, but even he couldn't do it. It was just you. You didn't have to do anything— Just tell us who has the shadow.”
Slowly, Sheth released his deadly hold on his mother and turned to face Deanna. It seemed like the rest of the tribe was pouring in, eager to see what was going on. She could feel their eyes, their urgency. Her own.
In the bright daylight, the little boy's lantern-like eyes barely glow; the sun shines on his face, making it almost invisible. Still, she saw flashes of energy as he regained his energy. "That's my brave little Sephi!" took hold of his hand, Kisippa. He needs his dad too. Now here we are! Look at everyone and tell us who has the spirit. "
Strangely, as her gaze swept over the crowd, those who were close enough to her shrank away. She thought it made sense since they had no idea what she was going to do. Maybe they thought she was going to stab the possessed person?
She yelled: "Everyone, stop moving! If you move around, you're just wasting time!"
Thankfully, this kept them in place, but it didn't take away the fear on their faces. It made her sick to think about how she would feel if everyone he knew looked at him the same way, but what was she supposed to do? It had to be done.
She pointed to a young woman, about Deanna's age. She came back on her own, with help from Androx. Word about her spread quickly, but Deanna never really became famous. She held her little baby in her arms.
Another young man, a man, jumped in front of her and shouted: "No! You can't hurt her!"
Deanna said, "I'm not going to hurt her. No one is. Turn around and help me. Make this sign. Everybody make this sign! Now!" She raised her right hand and made the horns gesture. It is protection against all evil. She kept raising her hands and started staring at people one by one until they complied.
Once it looks like enough people are following her, she demonstrates how to command the horns to lure evil underground. "We're going to do it all at the same time. When we do it, we yell 'Go away!' 'Got it?' Yell it loud and like you said, the shade will obey. Get ready." Okay? I counted to three. One, two, three! Gone!"
The crowd's shouts startled her completely. The sound came sooner and louder than she expected. She was sure it would take them ten tries before they decided to take it seriously. But no, it was perfect! She could feel the pressure of their unified will in the air.
Deanna turned to Shays. "Did it work? Is it gone?"
The boy's mouth was open, staring in wonder at something that no one else could see. Deanna had seen that look on his face a hundred times. If she asked, she was sure he would ramble on and on, making no sense. She touched his arm and asked again. "Xie Si, is it missing?"
"Yeah," he whispered hoarsely, then swallowed, moistening his throat.
"You saved her. You saved her life. Now, who else?"
"So many people are out..." he shouted.
"Who else, Sephy?" Go check it out. "
The boy's eyes were fixed on the empty space above them, and Deanna had to turn her head to make him look at her. "Who else?"
She looked around again, eyes wide and fearless. His mother began walking him around the tribe, looking for anyone who might be covered or hiding. He looked at each one, even though Deanna was sure he was constantly distracted by what he was trying to tell her. But she kept him focused and it was done quickly. No one else.
"Oh, there's one more. A small one, in..." Sheth said, pointing furtively at Natuk.
The elder frowned in disgust and said, "I have no shadow!"
Deanna ignored him and said, "Okay, everyone! One more time! Make the sign! One, two, three, go!"
This time the order came as a shout, which struck the sky like a thunderbolt. If not the entire tribe, then pretty much.
Natuk looked no different than before, and his demeanor did not lessen.
"Is it gone, Sephy?" Dya
a asked.
Sheth nodded.
Deanna turned to the crowd and said, "Is there anyone he's not looking at? Are you sure he's looking at you? If you're not sure, just move forward!"
After about five breaths and no one came forward, the Night People realized they were saved. A cheering sounded, and the depressed atmosphere disappeared. Diana almost doubt whether the shadow outside the circle has disappeared, but there must be only joy in the circle. Everyone smiled, hugged, and danced. The scene was very chaotic. Diana couldn't even distinguish who was which family.
Natuk came to her, and reluctantly admitted: "Everything you do is impressive, Diana, but we are not saved. We are just back to the starting point."
"No, you stupid old man, don't you understand yet? All living people will survive. I can make a spell, and do as much as you need. If the ghost does not leave, we can do other things. Already passed. I won! "
When he turned and left, he might sigh, but Diana couldn't hear it. Let him stew, she doesn't care about it! He will be happy later. Her liberation made her stupid, she needed to shout to release it. "Patus, I did it!" I walked according to your words and saved them! "She even started jumping beets to harvest dance and joined the tribe's jubilant.
Diana knew that God could hear her voice, and he would definitely fulfill his promise. Her people were saved, and soon Android Kinds and his family had to be saved, and then she could find a place to live. Maybe they will get married, maybe ... God said that he would solve all her knots, and the impression in her heart was that all her mistakes would be corrected. Just like a fish line full of old knots, it hooks everything, and there are more setbacks than fish. But what exactly does this look like, who knows?
She wanted to hug Sisi, but everyone was surrounded by him and touched his horns with her thumb. She guessed that this must be a gesture of expressing feelings or friendship. Adults never touch each other's horns, unless they are close, so it must be. Judging from the boy she could see, he was lost in the confusion of confusion and happiness.
Diana felt that someone dragged her pants. She looked down and saw a little devil boy, about eight or about ten years old, looking up at her. He wore nothing, only wearing a pure white wide belt, embroidered with exquisite golden threads on it, hanging on a thin belt. His long black hair was combed to his head and exposed his forehead. His corneroma is obvious than Xie Si, but it will not grow in a few years. His other hand held a whip -like tail politely, showing a pleasant and naughty expression on his face.
He gave her a strange kind of loving father -like smile and said, "I like you to do this. Do it well, Diana."
Then she noticed his eyes -they were dark black, darker like a empty point like a star. They contain incredible depth.
She realized that he heard his voice.
"Palthos!" She was almost panicked. What should she do? How should people pay tribute to God? Falling on the ground like a king? She doesn't know, she is shocked and can't move.
Some of the people around her must hear her words, because they stopped the job at hand and looked at the new people. The news began to spread, and everyone quietly stared at. He is a child they don't know, and this is enough to attract their attention. However, no one -including Diana -I think of seeing a nightman wearing such exquisite clothes. It is incredible, as white as snow. In a tribe, people wear rough linen cloth and shirts of puppies, but they are dyed because of their poverty. Such things need to be paid attention to, and they get attention.
Palthos-the God! -The people to the crowd, walking into them, looking at them with great curiosity. They also stared at him excitedly. After a while, he nodded with satisfaction and returned to stand by Diana.
Xiaotian Shen said: "Okay, little peppers, come out."
Diana captured the movement from the corner of her eyes, turned around, and saw Perper standing in the place where she reached out, embarrassed. He lowered his head, but he was more embarrassing or nervous, not respect. Is he always there? Always !?
The little prodigy said: "You have nine children, Perper. You can kill many people in one foot."
Little peppers seem to melt on the ground.
Patus said: "Do you think I forgot you, is it? Okay, I won't. I won't. You belong to me, always. So, are you satisfied? Is this enough? "
"Yes," Said the little pepper. He raised his head and glanced barely. Diana didn't know if he felt that he was going to be scolded, or just felt embarrassed or guilty.
"Very good. One day it will become a good story." Before Diana had time to respond, God turned to the crowd and said, "Listen, Kalisak's children, your gods are gone. His throne He was destroyed, and his remaining things belonged to me now. If you want to survive as a nation, you need a god. If you want God, either me or not. No other gods dare to take me away Toys. Go to my priest, she will explain the rest. Her name is Agena. "
Patus didn't speak anymore, everyone continued to stare at him. That's it? Is this what he wants to say? Of course there will be more! So why does he still appear, and even wait until the trouble has passed?
Diana blurted out: "I saved them as you said." When Patus turned around and looked at her again, a fear spread all over her whole body. He looks harmless, but he is still God. not him?
"No, you didn't," he answered frankly, showing a smile, stunning.
She didn't know what to do. He looks no different from other children. Except for the white waist clot, he is the only person around him who looks like he hasn't taken a bath for a year. He just spoke to her as usual, even without that mysterious riddles, and no special tone unique to the great soul. "I ... yes, I saw it. I hung up the circle again, and then--"
"No, they will be fine. I saved all the people I want to save. The result is the same." No, I want you to save them from there. "He pointed to the northwest direction, Diana turned around and saw a shiny star in the sky during the day, and seemed to be flying in their direction. She immediately recognized it.
"Wolfsca
? You want me to from the wolf SCA
Save them in his hand? That means ... "She was full of fear. She didn't want to fight with Andrex and his family. The gods, please, don’t
"No, stupid. Wolfsca
later. on the ground. But it comes towards this side. Good luck. "
After speaking, God left, and disappeared like the extinguished candle flame. The dark nightmen began to guess loudly, and a calm and exciting whispering whispering in the middle of them sounded.
Then they heard a low and quiet knock. I feel more than hear, and the vibration comes from the ground.
drum. Or a lot of footsteps.
