Shaman

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The shaman wrung her hands as her son looked at her like she was crazy. “Ma, you’re worrying yourself into a fit.” He told her gently trying to coax her into a chair in her kitchen. It’s walls once a bright yellow from his childhood, were now a pale yellow for his adult years. Watching his mother bat his hands away, the man sighed as she stressed, “I’m serious! Something is happening, something’s been done…something’s that turning the wheel.” Having heard about this mysterious wheel before, her son simply asked bored, “In which way? Good or evil?” The shaman’s robes fluttered at her ankles as a cool breeze blew in through her open door. “I don’t know.” She admitted as her prayer breads stayed on her hip tied securely by her sash. “The ancestors and the bones are only showing me so much.” Standing, the shaman’s son looked at his mom carefully, “Mom, please don’t work yourself over something…that could be nothing.” Stony in the face now, the older woman lost her sweet charm as she bitterly hissed, “I wasn’t wrong-.” Her son put a hand on his mom’s shoulder to calm her down, “But it was our actions in trying to stop it that made it happen. If we do it again, and it’s worse, our legacy will be taken and our names tarnished. They will tell us all to leave.” The shaman faced her son who told her gravely, “We’d be exiled from our home.” Shaking her head, the woman walked to her rocking chair, “Of all the things you worry about, exile and your title are your priority.” Annoyed now, the man told his mother seriously, “Yes because it’s what pays the bills and I don’t have any other options. In case you remember, I have a new born daughter, a wife, and two teenagers. I can’t afford for us to have nothing to our names but the clothes on our backs and-.” Smirking his mother looked at his son amused, “The money your father left you? Its enough to land you on your feet, buy you some time. But I don’t think it will come to that son.” Scoffing the man bitterly snorted, “You hope.” Eyes narrowing, the old woman turned red in the cheeks. She was used to being underestimated by the others, but not him…not her own blood. “Fine, I will stay silent,” The woman said after a moment of pondering. “But when hell rains from the sky and the great evil emerges, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Davon looked at his mother sadly, “Yeah ma,” Kissing her cheek, Davon left as his mom, Lora, watched as the sky turned dark. It was still early in the day, but as if by magic, it began to storm fiercely. Lora breathed out a shuddery breath of fear as her vision flashed bloody red for a moment. As she looked out her window, she knew others might see nothing but rain hitting the window. But to her, all she saw was blood spatter, more and more of it. All of it speaking of a great horror coming, hands stained with nothing but innocent blood. Lora sat back in her rocking chair, her heart racing, with what was to come next. 
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