HP: Spirit Talker

Chapter 57 Storyline U.S. (Part 8)

Due to the delay, I arrived at the turnoff to the Indian reservation much later than the agreed upon time. Getting there wasn't a problem — I'd seen the route on the map. Just off the highway, about ten yards away, were two wooden posts with nailed skulls of animals, birds, and snakes. I took a notebook and started writing a letter. No tearful complaints, just a respectful apology for the inconvenience and a request not to cancel the meeting, but to postpone it to a more convenient time.

After rereading it and making sure it was good, I put some hieroglyphics and geometric shapes on the back of the sheet. The little ghost himself dives into the print, and the sheet of paper folds into a bird in an instant, then flies away. Now we wait.

I felt a strange shudder through my sleep and woke up. I blinked sleepily for a few seconds, trying to figure out the reason for the awakening, and then I turned my head towards the "gate". A big wolf was standing on the road, the size of a bear I'd never seen before! Silver fur with red undercoat, a long black scar on the snout, the paws, the croup, and the tail partially bitten off.

What a veteran! Looking at it, I felt the shiver that woke me up again, but this time I realized what it was. I have no idea how, but this "wolf" creates "ripples", "waves" in the astral, which makes my hypersensitivity feel a tremor in the magical field. I had never heard of such a thing being possible. I get out of the car and walk towards the creature. I wonder what it is? It's a strange place: vast empty spaces, a long deserted road, no wind, silence, in which the footsteps on the dirt road are clearly audible.

Not a very pleasant atmosphere, reminiscent of a post-apocalypse. The wolf followed me all the way, frozen like a statue, and when I stopped ten paces from him, the beast halved the distance. It studied my face for a few seconds, and then the "explanation" of my last question happened.

The wolf crouched sharply, began to shrink, its fur crumbled with sparks, and somehow, imperceptibly, although everything was happening before my eyes, it turned into a man in a very harmonious way. No less colorful, it should be noted. Sand-colored moccasins, leather pants with lacing on the sides, a braided belt with various amulets, a leather vest on the naked body, opening a view of strong relief muscles.

Around her neck is a wide braided collar and a pair of amulets on leather laces. Her long black hair with gray streaks is gathered into two braids with laces, feathers and amulets woven into it, and a ribbon with two long feathers crosses her forehead. A long knife and a tamagawk hang from his belt, lovingly decorated with patterns and laces with various amulets. The magic emanating from him is so strong that it feels like standing in front of a chest full of artifacts. His steel wolf eyes look firm and confident, and his scars only confirm his right to look that way.

— You smell of blood and sorcery. — His voice was a little harsh, a little hoarse.

— I was attacked, so I was too late. There was a black wizard among them

— What happened to them?

— Four of them are dead, the rest have been severely punished.

There was silence for a few seconds. The Shifter lifted his head slightly and turned his nose like an animal, sniffing for something. I didn't dampen my powers, but I couldn't sense anything foreign.

— White. — The Indian finally nodded. — Why is the wizard alive? — The mage frowned slightly, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows.

— A trophy. The second.

— The right to booty is sacred. — The Indian nodded, wiping the emotion from his face. — In that case, I, Kakannivi, son of Keruk, invite you, son of the Celestial Tribe, to be our guest. — In a beautiful gesture, the man placed his palm on his chest and led him to the gate.