The blue humanoids proceeded to lift their noses up and with just their lips making a noise akin to the flapping of a bird's wings. Zuka and the rest of the kids suddenly ran to the side and started tapping each other's ears with their fingernails.
To my surprise, one of the kids just opened his mouth and the sounds all as if converging to a single note started flowing from the youngster's mouth, it was shocking how harmonic everything sounded.
After the weird ritual the chief said that we wait 1 hour for it to be ready and then finish the 'thankz offering'.
In the meantime I had the pleasure of dancing a very un-fun dance with my new teacher, his wife and the rest of the tribe in a funny-looking prayer-like dance.
Is it just me or is it getting cloudy?
After about an hour of hearing stories, learning manufacturing secrets for bone arrows and some weird cloth made out of bug shells and spider webs and dancing a funny dance, it was finally time to reveal what I assumed to be the colossal water wolf inside the stone coffin. Please tell me they cooked it with tomatoes.
Chief Zina'ho and 3 other goblins – including my teacher, Zoing'e – stood in the middle of the big circle of blue tribesmen by the fire and started what seems to be the second stage for the ritual.
As my teacher together with another strong-looking goblin were lifting up the coffin with the help of 2 large pieces of wood, another female goblin kneeled in front of the chief while holding a small stone bowl above her head.
My newfound father dipped his fingers into the bowl and in one quick motion lifted up his hands above his head and sprayed what looked like blood all over the scorching hot stone coffin as it was being lifted out of the fire.
The blood quickly hissed away into the sky together with the rest of the smoke from the big fire.
After a few sprays of blood and smearing his own face with some of it while chanting inaudible prayers, the ritual was finally ready for the next stage. Or at least I think it is because they just called me to stand next to the chief.
"Friend human Lifez now open small stone pot!" Small? pot...? Sure buddy.
"Just push the lid?"
"No push, lift, throw on ground and make break!"
"Li-lift it? I don't think I'm strong enough honorable chief Zina'ho" I scratched my cheek while averting my gaze.
"Human Lifez strong! Can lift!" I'm not one to be encouraged by praise to try and break my own limits but, I can at least try I guess.
Squatting down over the 'pot', I placed both hands on both sides of the rectangle, crudely cut lid.
Coating my hands to protect myself from being burned was apparently unnecessary as the scorching hot stone pot's lid was actually just damp somehow, is it sweating?
While using my secret Sy technique to strain my muscles just a tiny bit more, I felt veins popping out of my neck while trying my hardest to lift the lid up. Finally getting it above my head in order to drop it on the floor almost got me to lose balance and fall backwards, I'm completely out of breath.
With a loud battle-cry that fit perfectly with the lively atmosphere, I threw – or rather dropped – the stone tablet the size of my body on the floor in front of me and broke it into big chunks of stone.
My view suddenly changed as Zoing'e lifted me up on his shoulders and started jumping from his left foot to his right making me feel some strangely good feeling, a feeling I haven't felt since Ostel's death. Happiness, was it?
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A Lifes Journey
FantasyThe power of a word could make the impossible, possible. In a world filled with the sealed meaning of language, words hold greater power. Lifes, the young assassin deals with the darkness of his past and the ghosts of regret that follow him as he le...
