46 Elon Awakens (2)

When it was just Adom, the shaman and A-Narah left, A-Narah stubbornly sat down and tugged Adom to sit as well. Chuckling the shaman also took a seat.

"You have more to say?"

"I do. I have many questions for you and have been waiting."

"And you are okay with him hearing the answers?" The shaman nodded at Adom. A-Narah looked at Adom and furrowed her brow. Besides Feme and Anis, Adom was the person she had spoke the most too. She felt a certain trust towards him, even if she knew it was foolish to. There was something I him that drew people. Even with his young age, people looked up to him. It wasn't just because of his accomplishments either, although they helped. He held a certain magnetism, and it made her, someone who was almost a stranger and didn't know him but for a few days ago, put trust in him.

But logic told her that she shouldn't, but she was going to talk to the shaman. And she trusted Adom more than the shaman anymore. Her heart told her that Adom was a good man.

"He can stay," she said.

The shaman appraised her and said, "Alright."

"You saw us coming long before we could. How?" A-Narah asked jumping right in.

"I was given a vision," the shaman answered.

"Vision don't happen," A-Narah denied.

"Little kitten, you will find that a lot of things in the world that 'don't happen' as you say, have a way of happening."

The shaman lifted the wide sleeve of his robe, exposing the dark skin of his arm. He slowly turned his palm facing up and A-Narah gasped at what she saw. Black protruding veins, popped out of his skin. It would have been easily missed if she hadn't been carefully looking. His skin was a rich brown and the black blended with it. On her lily-white skin, the black veins would have been glaringly obvious.

"You are a scorpion child," A-Narah said in wonder.

"Little kitten you could call us cousins of a sort," the shaman said, tapping his cheek. His finger pointing to his eye.

A-Narah flinched.

"You have nothing to worry about here. As I said you could call us a type of cousin with no relation at all. But I won't harm you little kitten. I can't say the same for others though if they knew what they saw when looking at you. If you have a way. It's best that you disguise yourself."

"I met a doctor who gave me something that could hide it away for a few hours."

"Good. You should use it. You don't have to here in this tribe, but when people from other tribes come or those from other places you should not hesitate in using it. You will find that it could save your life. You saving it is just letting it go to waste."

"You still haven't told how you knew," A-Narah said.

The shaman sighed. "Adom will you go bring some tea?" Adom got up and left them.

"Little kitten how can I explain things only the gods have insight to? Visions and knownings are given at a whim. Not everyone who needs them or deserves them recive the god's gifts, and they are not always easily understood. But with my god, you could call me one of his descendants or having his ear. Those blessed with the blood of the weeping god are a blessing to tribes. Through us we give the tribe's a chance to thrive."

"The weeping god, in the story of Osaze, is the scorpion king? But the scorpion king is a creature, a monster. Not a god."

"Monster? God? What's the difference? A god can be a monster and a monster a god. Gods are powerful beings that are worshipped why should their form matter?" He paused. "So you heard the story of Osaze?"

"Yes last night. Old Deva told it."

"The children of the weeping god are the blessing he bestows on the tribes he favors. The tears he cries are the greatest cure to poisons, but also the deadliest. Those poisoned and blessed with his tears will survive, but become one of hi children. They will turn into someone like me. The closer to the god they are the stronger the characteristics."

We are the reason why the people thrive here. We understand poisons best, and can cure them. The god sends visions of what he sees, and it is up to us to interpret them and make use of them. The vision I had of you and your friends did not show me who you were or where you came from, but it did show me your friend being injured. I have gathering and preparing for your arrival since then. I saw this as a sign that you would find your way to us and be seeking treatment."

"You said that your visions would be to help the tribe, but how does helping us help you? We have nothing to offer," A-Narah said.

"Well that remains to be seen. I'm sure it will all come to light soon enough," the shaman said returning to his flippant tone.

A-Narah watched the shaman guardedly. She knew that he wasn't telling her everything.

"Adom should be back with the tea soon. Let me go back and check on our friend in the back." A-Narah didn't stop him when he left.

A lot of what he said contradicting what she had learned from her mother. Were the creatures that had rebelled against the gods, also gods? What exactly had happened those thousands of years ago? She could take what he shaman had said as untruths, as just stories told from a different point of view. That the scorpion king didn't mix his blood in man as retaliation or a way to save himself, but as a way to bless the people on his land who had gained his favor. The shaman's story and Old Deva's made the scorpion king or the weeping god seem wise and kind. She wished she knew what the real truth was. That she knew what had made the world this way.