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The power of the Shaman (1)

"How will you go about doing that? You are supposed to defeat Bernardo first and not sprout nonsense you old witch!" said Ising angrily because she keeps thinking that it is utterly impossible to go about that sort of plan. Besides this is also the time her built up rage come forth.

"Do you really want them to disappear or not?" asked the Shaman calmly but with a hint of a warning. In her eyes, a heavy burden of

"Of course! So do your job well!"

'How stupid!' thought the Shaman but kept it to herself and just explained painstakingly.

The day they planned quickly arrived and with the help of a slave close to Maliya, they are able to lure her out to the forest.

"Miss! Bernardo asked for you. He said you should meet in the forest. In the middle of the Twin Mountains where the flowing river is found. He specifically asked you to be alone because he has something important to say".

Maliya, as someone who easily believes something said most specially about Bernardo, beamed with happiness upon hearing this from the slave.

Her father would not allow her unaccompanied by any slave or any of his subordinates. So she planned to sneak out and go to the place told to her by the slave without asking for her father's consent.

She then sneak out and arrived in the forest but startled by the darkness which envelopes most of the place, it's not like this as she remembers. It's mostly lively yet peaceful looking because of the melodious sounds of chirping birds or the sound of ciccadas.

But right now it's completely devoid of the soothing sounds of their usual meeting place. She can even hear the loud thump of her own hearbeat and the anxiousness on her breath. The river nearby also seemed to stop it's current flow.

It's also unbearably dark.

As a lady who was brought out spoiled and taken cared of gently by their slaves and her parents, Maliya's initial reaction is fear and the first thing she thought of doing is to cry for help. But no! She knows this has something to do with her beloved. She has that instinct that she's lured out here, not the one mainly to be harmed but for Bernardo's doom.

"Little girl! It's a shame that you easily believe your slave and let yourself be summoned by a man! Aren't you ashamed of being too desperate for a brute?"

The Shaman appeared from nowhere and confirmed her thoughts. With a hostile response she asked, "Where is Bernardo? What do you plan to do? You can harm me but not him."

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