Beings of Light & Tribe People

Chapter 1 (unfinished)

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Eight months later

 

Everything around her slowed and faded. That’s what was so great about being a Shaman, with one foot with the living and the other foot with the dead, she was able to cut herself from both worlds altogether and be only with herself. Completely.

“Excuse-me young lady, but are you finally going to take our order, or what?” a man snapped at her.

The noises took over the silence and her dark grey eyes focused on the table before her, on the family of five sitting around it. She glanced at her notes. She’s almost filled the entire page with orders that she’s had to write off and re-write… Blythe flipped the page to start up again and stared back at the man.

“That depends, sir,” she gave him a polite smile. “Are you going to be very clear about your order this time around or do you need me to stand right here for another hour while your wife and yourself still argue and change your minds about what it is you want for dinner?”

“Blythe!”

She turned and her gaze met her boss’ who happened to also be an old friend of her dead father. He gestured for her to come see him and directed another waitress to take her table. Sighing, she walked to him while shoving her notepad back in her apron, trying not to sigh when she met his concerned eyes.

“You’re okay?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“You’ve been like this since you started your shift, child.”

She shrugged. “I’m okay.”

He sighed. “I think it’s time for you to go home, don’t you think?”

She only hesitated half a second before she turned away from him and walked to the backdoor.

She took her apron off and not bothering to change clothes, she pulled her jeans over her short dress, past her hips. Then she slipped her feet back in her short heeled boots, grabbed her leather jacket and walked out of the restaurant in a record time.

Taking off the elastic that held her heavy bun, she placed it around her wrist before she took hold of her loose and messy mass of curls to braid them down, letting it rest against her left breast. Sometimes she just wanted to cut all that hair down, but hair was symbolic in her family on her mother’s side. And Gabriel loved it too…

Retrieving her cell phone, she pressed a number that she had on speed dial and groaned when she fell on Ezhno’s voicemail. “You’ve reached me, and well… reach me later.”

“You gave me a headache about how I’m never there for brother-sister bounding and yet you don’t answer me when I call,” she barked in the phone before she hung up and pressed for another speed dial.

“Hey sis,” her older brother Nastas answered, seeming out of breath. “I’m busy right now.” His tone was sharp.

Blythe stopped right in the middle of the street and gripped her phone. Whatever it was, asking him now wouldn’t help him unless he needed her help.

“Okay, call me later,” she told him.

Then she started scrolling down the names in her phone, ignoring the annoyed glares shot at her while people had to walk around her to continue their course.