by Nuregami » Fri Dec 30, 2011 7:58 am
N O V . 24TH
5:57 AM
"Where did you get this stick again?" The elderly lady questioned, leading us into the colorful tent with a strong aroma of oils and herbs lingering in the air around it. I peered around questioningly as she ushered up in quickly; sitting us down on pillows in a circle.
"A old man, he said he belonged to the tribe so we came to ask about him."
"Ahh," Sighed the old woman. "What was is name?"
"Tak." I squeeked, as her face grew weary and frightened.
"Tak..." she spoke in amazement. "Tak was my husband. He died several years ago, about the time when the tree of life was burnt down. I see it is in full bloom once again. Such an odd time of year-"
"Wait; how could he be dead, Ben said she just meet him yesterday." Interrupted Tommo"
He had a point. I had no clue what so ever what she was getting at. I peered at the little old lady, confused, with a questioning look on my face. Tak was real; very real. He handed me the staff; which was very real indeed. It weighed a light few pounds, but it was real.
This lady is telling me Tak has been dead for a few years; from what I remember, he floated off in the cool mountain breeze with flowers. I saw him with my own eyes, the people on the bus seen him, Rake saw him, he seen Rake; Wait... he seen Rake.
Being 'gifted' as I am I'm able to see supernatural beings; apparently now both good and evil. No other living being can see them, including Rake.
I gasped. I understood now.
The Tak I saw; the Tak I knew was the ghost of his lost soul.
The shaman lady nodded, grasping tight to the staff with her elderly eyes filling with tears. This must have been horrible to have to remember of her lost husband.
"Wait, wait, wait- I'm confused." Tommo questioned, looking back and forth to me and the lady with a hard questioning face.
"The man was a ghost, Tommo." I said sternly, trying to make Tommo be mindful. "When he floated into the flowers; he was put to rest."
"What?" The old shaman lady gasped.
I proceeded to tell her the story of how I, Ben, unknowingly helped Tak reach his final resting place. Turns out the huge gnarled tree, known as the Tree of Life to the tribe, was set on fire by a bunch of hooligans, and Tak was thrown into the fire, the gasoline fueled fire burning bright with hate, trying to stop them from burning the tree.
It hardly makes sense now.
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Nuregami on Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:53 pm, edited 1 time in total.