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his wife's destruction? Would he help? Would he hinder?
'Shaman!'
I quickened my pace. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I would not let them see me in this state.
'Shaman! Slow down.'
I quickly turned around and saw a small boy running towards me. Was I to continue running away? Was I to help.
'Please Shaman.'
I stopped, sighed. The boy needed help - what role person was I if I denied it?
'What's the matter?' I asked trying to make it sound concerned. My heart didn't feel like helping anyone.
'My hand - I cut it,' he said, and began to sob.
I looked down and for a moment saw a flash of myself from years ago, when I had been in the same position. I had received no help and ended up sick for a few weeks. I turned my back and at once felt guilty. Why should I leave this boy in pain when I can cure him? Save him
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the weeks of sickness?
'Raise your hand,' I instructed. He did so. His quick reaction made me sick and when I drew near him, he cowered back. He was afraid of me. What monster had I become?
'Please don't hurt me,' he said frightened.
I began to cry quietly. What had made me become this person? This feared leader? I slowly looked at my staff. It had granted me power - it had granted me death. I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at him. The staff had made the problem. Now it would fix it.
'Thesen,' I mumbled. A blue aura of light surrounded his hand and began to cure it. The boy watched in amazement as the pain began to subside. Soon the light was gone and his hand looked as good as new.
'Thank you Shaman,' he said. He drew nearer and kissed my hand before kneeling down. 'I am in your debt.'
I raised his chin and looked into his eyes.
'You are in no one's debt - be free.'
The boy looked at me weirdly and confused.
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