SOC Blog #7 - Vision Quest

The shaman danced in the moonlight. He looked at the moon, his source of inspiration for so many years. He had to keep his people safe in this time of desperation. The opposing tribe was strong, and forthright, but he knew that if he traveled to his sacred place he would see the answer. The effects should have happened by now. He asked the moon god if perhaps the plant was faulty, then...

He heard music surrounding him. The voices of his ancestors sang strongly, leading his eyes to the opposing camp. He could hear them planning the attack, hear them sharpening their spears in the dark savannah night. He could feel the heat from the fire, and hear the crackling noises.

Although they spoke a different dialect he could understand them perfectly clearly. His spirit floated over the camp and for a moment he forgot that he was there to gather information. He saw the sacred mountains off in the distance, beckoning the way they always had to him. During his first vision quest as a child he had spent many hours sitting on the peak of one of those mountains marvelling at the way nature worked. Watching the lions work to take down the gazelles. Observing herds of Giraffe and Rhinoceroses.

His attention was drawn back by the sight of the chief of the camp gathering all around. His plan was simple, to sneak in during the dead of night during the next full moon and steal all the grain. Then he heard something which chilled him from to the bone.....

to be continued...