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thoughts sizzled out as if someone had poured a bucket of water over a raging fire. 'You'll see we have a guest.' He gestured over to the corner. There was a small, scrawny man there, bald and in deep, blue robes. I was quite surprised I hadn't seen him when I entered. He stood up and walked over to me.
'This is Bartholomew, the High Priest,' Thealosius introduced. He shook my hand, bowed and kissed it.
'Very many years we have waited for you,' he said quietly. 'Very good to see you back with us.'
'Back? I haven't been anywhere.'
'I know that my child. Every Shaman has the same mana running through her body and so every single Shaman, even though different, is someway connected. Your mana has returned and I see that you're trying to battle it.' I was confused - how had he known that I had some trouble with my mana? Or had Thealosius told him already?
'Your eyes are raging which means that the
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mana is fighting against your body,' he explained mysteriously. He took my arm and nodded. 'I see we have a high level of mana. An 8 or 8.5?'
'9.2,' Thealosius corrected. Bartholomew stood back, amazed.
'9.2?' he repeated faintly. 'Never has a Shaman had such a high mana count. We are really lucky to have you hear.'
'What are you here for?' I asked. It seemed rude to ask but I needed my answers. Anyways, I was the Shaman - I could be rude to whoever I wanted. If they didn't like it then tough. I had mana - they didn't.
'Please let me apologise for not explaining everything,' he said bowing again. 'I am here to teach you the ways of the mana and to teach you the spells which you need to learn.'
'What kind of spells?'
'Well it varies. I guess, because you have a high mana count, that you will be able to grasp the easy spells like blast, swarm, lightning and
hypnotise in a few weeks. We'll need to work on
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