[Jacob]

*Setting: Mr Eal looked around the small hut nervously. Head masks, spears and Tribal feathers lined the walls. Skulls of Scrabs, Paramites and even Meeches graced small table tops that were set in the corner of the room. He was standing on a woven carpet of leaves and waiting infront of a room which was seperated with a beaded curtain. The hut belonged to the village Shaman, a Witch Doctor which practiced natural medicine that helped cure certain ailments a villager may have. Mr Eal had come about Calen, hoping to get her condition fixed. He, nor any of the other villagers, knew what was wrong with her and became increasingly worried when it seemed to get worse. Hence why he came to the Shaman. The curtains were slowly parted in the middle with a long staff which had the skull of, what seemed to be, another Mudokon on top...*

Shaman: "You want what?"

His face was scrunced and white markings went down his cheeks from the bottom of his eyes. The staff was held with his right hand which was painted a reddish-black colour. His lower half was covered with a skirt made from grass and his chest was painted with black and blue colourings. The paint was easy to see considering his own skin was a pale green.

Mr Eal: "Ermm...its, its my daughter. She's been having...fits. She's had them ever since she was a baby, but recently they've been getting worse. And some of the children are saying she's been...talking to herself."

The Shaman nodded gently and stepped forward, his pale yellow eyes looking into Mr Eals.

Shaman: "You bring her to me. I perform rituals. She be better..."

He smiled gently at the unresponsive father.

Shaman: "That...Ok?"

He cocked his head and awaited a reply. After a few seconds he realised that the Mudokon wasn't even breathing but stood there, frozen.

Female voice: "Your wasting your time there, Chuckles..."

The voice came from behind him and thus the Shaman turned around rapidly and angrily, wondering who had entered his domain without him noticing nor giving permission. Infront of him stood a female Mudokon. Her skin was baby pink and her eyes a glowing white. Her plume ran from the top of her head down to the base of her neck and was a strong Lilac colour. Her right wrist was covered with silver bracelets and on her left arm she had a black tattoo of a 'V' with a circle in the middle. The difference with other Mudokons and her however was her ears. Instead of small holes in the side of her head, she had leathery, batwing-like ears that drooped down to her shoulders. Her breasts and groin was covered with a black bikini which clashed greatly with her skin colour. The Shaman stepped back, stunned by who he was in the pressence of.

Shaman: "Ebo..."

She waved her right arm towards him, throwing a bolt of intense white energy which hit his stomach and stopped him from saying her name.

Female: "Yeh, i dont need them on my back right now, thanks."

The Shaman was doubled over, leaning on his staff for support. The female slowly stepped upto him and caressed the back of his neck, smiling.

Female: "Heh, look at it this way...your one of the few lowly mortals that have ever met a Goddess in person. Give yourself a pat on the back...when you go into the afterlife."

Her smile turned to a look of apatheticism as she said the last part of her sentence. She looked around the hut and then finally at the frozen Mr Eal.

Female: "Heh, mortals..."

She shook her head grinning and then exploded into small speckles of light which hovered around the doubled over Shaman. Twinkling was the sounded emitted by them as they glided around gently, like Fireflies before quickly rushing into his back and absorbing into his skin. The Shaman grunted and moaned, his eyes glowed wildly and then gently subsided into their normal colour again. Standing up the Witch Doctor waved his right hand and time seemingly restarted.

Shaman: "Yes. Yes. My power cannot heal that...I have seen before that condition. It is Cancer. Industrial medicine is your only hope..."

Mr Eal staggered backwards in shock. He looked to the ground, shaking his head.

Mr Eal: "But...But...But it may not be that, it might be something else!! You must check her..."

The Shaman shook his head slowly and sighed.

Shaman: "No, i know. Take her to city...get her better. Otherwise, she die..."

Tears welled up in the fathers eyes. He stepped back and nodded, slowly exiting the hut.
The face of pain crossed across the Shamans face as he dropped to his knee's and lolloped over on his left side. The small Fireflie like lights hummed around the room for a while before twinkling their last twinkle and flying in a vertical line into the ground, disappearing in a flash of red and white which faintly burnt the carpet of leaves and left a faint scent of Brimstone...

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