'Concentrate, concentrate,' Tribesman Paean instructed Jedi.
He was seated on a fallen log, his eyes closed, mentally searching the surrounding area.
'What can you see?' Tribesman Paean asked.
'I can't see anything,' Jedi responded. 'But I feel like I'm being led this way,' he demonstrated, standing up, following the strange sensation he'd never felt before.
He could sense the Tribesman following him, watching intently.
Part of his mind told him to slow down, to be cautious, but he was confident, weaving between trees and stepping over logs.
Rounding a final tree, Jedi stooped down and picked up a small carved wooden box.
'Is this what I was looking for?' he asked the Tribesman.
'Yes,' he bent his head.
'Can I look for Ve- the 'Daughter of Truth' yet?' he asked, stumbling, almost mentioning his sister's name in the midst of his excitement.
'You have one lesson to learn still,' the Tribesman seemed not to notice his error. 'Then you may go.'
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The Daughter of Truth | ✔️
Ficção CientíficaAmong the Clan, and the Cult who rule them, blue eyes are considered a curse, and any child born with blue eyes is killed within hours. But one child, blue-eyed Verity Ross, escapes the Cult's misguided superstition and her certain death. Yet it m...
