I Know You Are Here
Vistula's hand lingered over the doorknob. Something was calling to her, yet she needed some time to prepare herself to face it. With much courage, she pushed the door open. It creaked, sending chills down her spine.
Vistula belonged to a family of Shamans, but she was never interested in that duty. She was not extraordinary, and she was not the only one to do that job.
She always aspired to a lavish lifestyle, a life of adventures and ambitions. After leaving her family, she decided to explore the world. Little did she know that the world outside her tribe was not the nicest place she had imagined.
Once she was captured by some people who wanted her to use her powers to communicate with the out worldly entities- spirits- for all the wrong reasons.