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A NEW BEGINNING
'What's the matter Arra? You haven't touched your food at all.'
My mother's voice cut right through me. I looked up at her, somewhat guilty at the fact that I had sat there for an hour, mauling at my dinner, thinking about many things.
'I'm just … tired,' I lied, putting my fork down. 'I think I might just go and have a little rest.'
I left my place and walked up the stairs, pausing as I reached the top.
'She's worried about tonight,' I heard my mother say. 'Maybe I should -'
'Stay where you are,' my father ordered. 'She has to deal with this on her own - just like the priests said this morning. We are not to intervene. They have to find themselves.' There was a slight pause.
'Do you think that she could …?'
My mother trailed off.
'Become the Shaman?' my father finished. I heard him sigh and the clanging of metal on wood as he put down his cutlery. 'Everyone has
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a chance of glory. We could be sitting with the new Shaman a few hours later or not. But that shouldn't change how we feel about her.'
'I know that - whether powerful or not, she is still my daughter,' my mother said, close to tears.
It even made me emotional and I felt a tear falling down my face. I turned around and headed to my bedroom, pausing slightly on every step.
I don't know how long I spent lying on my bed thinking about everything that had happened that day: Rhünilde, the Dylphis and finally, my family. Each party had said something interesting yet strange and I felt as if all of these had some linking point - unfortunately, I was unable to find it.
I peered out of the window, watching the full moon rise gracefully from the edge of the horizon before it had gained its usual position, suspended directly above the reincarnation site.
Families were already gathering at the site in anticipation. My stomach churned and I felt sick.
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