Passing out at my station was easy. I do it almost everyday, but what I feared is what I'll meet in the other realm.
***
Ariel dismounted Grez, a Bewolf which is a species of larger than average sized wolves, once she reached The Oracle Shamans' hut. Her long red hair overfilled her hood hanging against her back. She tied Grez on a low branch of a nearby tree and rub circles along its cheek before heading inside the dimly lit hut.
Compared to the small exterior, the hut was quite large and housed four shaman. Many people from villages around the area spoke highly of the shamans. Their words give them aid for the trouble of crop failures or stubborn soil. Yet, Ariel's need is more personal than crop failures or in search for a quest to conquer. The matter might seem silly and a bit odd, but she is in need of guidance.
The smell of burning herbs filled the smokey air. Ariel's nose scrunched at the bitter strong scent flowing under her nose. She didn't care for the small of herbs just for the excuse of mental enjoyment, yet she had to tolerate the stench.
"Hello?" Ariel began. "I'm Ariel the Shy Mermaid. I was sent here by villagers from a nearby town."
"Ahh... We know who you are." A voice came from the dark shadows. Ariel turned her head quickly to face the voice only to be greeted by smoke blown into her face. She coughs as more of the Oracle Shaman appear from the darkness. All brush this fingertips against any bare skin from Ariel's body.
"You are a lonely warrior." One said turning to face her.
"You have traveled far." Another said, stopping beside the first out of Ariel's peripherals.
"Yet your journeys seem faded." A Shaman whispered in Ariel's ear. Ariel would shiver, but the words of the Shaman spoke the truth. Ariel let her head hang and her eyes stare to the ground. Her journeys weren't really memorable.
"The Shy Mermaid stays shy." All of the Oracle Shaman say at once. Ariel clenched her fist weakly.
"I only came here for guidance. I need advice to forgive my friend." Ariel says with a struggle to keep her voice straight and strong.
Without hesitation, an Oracle Shaman states, "You're advice has already been granted. There is no need for us to tell you what path to travel."
Ariel was taken aback and poised a confused expression. The Shamans all backed into the return abyss of dim darkness. Ariel stepped forward to chase after them.
"Wait! That didn't do anything!" As she reached out, each member of the Oracle Shaman returned to the darkened hideout and the task of inhaling substances. The inside of the hut slowly dissipated around her. Ariel was woke up from her daze with a nudge from Grez.
***
A soft shake woke me up. I glance up lazily to see my father's warm smile. I turn my head and find out how early it was. Quarter to five to be exact. I stretch with a loud and obnoxious yawn before standing up to start my day.
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Dreaming for a Change
Roman d'amourNigee has been friends with Zachary ever since they were toddlers. And he was always there for her. Whenever she forgot her jacket on a rainy day, or when she forgot to do her homework, or when she needed someone to talk to after the loss of her mot...
