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and orange look over the town. I looked back and saw the smoke rising from many houses. People were having their dinner early so that they could see the ceremony. My family were also having dinner early and preparing a big one for afterwards. The celebration was either me becoming a Shaman or that I had just taken part. I wondered if any of the girls around me could be the chosen one that we had been waiting for. It just seemed funny to think about this - us, Shamans, it sounded bizarre and strange.
Usually, you would have thought that the priests had some magic. But no - they had never shown any like for the magic sort. We finished from the lake and entered back into the temple. The priests were gathering the necessary scrolls and getting incense ready to bless and prepare the reincarnation site. The site itself had been sitting there dead for the past eighteen years. Weeds had grown over all the stones, however, there was a path to the centre that each of us would be taking.
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The priests led us out and into the area outside the temple. We saw the whole town watching us. Nobody stayed in their house. This was the future of the town and so nobody wanted to miss it. The priests began to read the ancient scriptures and blessed the reincarnation site. The stones were arranged in an octagon shape and curving inwards at the top. When the priests had finished, they called us up, one by one. As my surname began with a V, I knew I was going to be one of the last to go into the site. One by one went and none of them had shown no sign of being or becoming the Shaman.
'Arra Veln,' the priest called out, closing the scroll he had.
I was the last person. I walked slowly and nervously into the reincarnation site and stood there. The wind began to pick up and the trees rustled. One of the priests was about to call me back but another one held him back. The ground began to shake. The inscriptions on the eight stones around me began to glow red and the
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