"Take them to the altar!"
Wendy had a clueless face about Damian's plan. She knew this clone that was with her had to get 'offered' first, but what then?
Damian told he had a way to rescue her, yet he was nowhere to be seen!
'So he ran away. Great,' Wendy thought.
She lost hope when she stood in front of the altar, a massive stone platform with a bowl on it — where her blood would go.
A wooden totem was behind the altar. That was the totem they had for their tribal god, a giant! They wanted to use both Wendy and Damian as a sacrifice to please their tribal god.
There were two shamans there: one who said many words before the altar, carrying a knife, and another one that looked concentrated.
Damian could see both shamans from behind the tree.
'The one with the knife will do the cutting part, and that one has to be the one suppressing the abilities,' Damian thought.
He had to wait for the best opportunity to show up. Damian even checked himself a few tis to see if he was looking like a tribal giant god or sothing.
'I hope this works.'
The best and only thing he could do was wait until the mont the tribe n would sacrifice his clone.
"We offer these two to you, Gianninekeneton!" the shaman said.
Wendy did not know what the shaman was talking about, but she understood very well the knife the man had in his hands.
She was tied up on the altar, and Damian's clone, too. The first victim of that shaman's knife was the clone, who had his throat sliced.
The shaman frowned after seeing the dark blood. That was not common.
'Maybe his ability does this?' the shaman thought.
It was the only explanation, so he placed the clone's head on the bowl, making the black blood fill the bowl.
"Now we offer this virgin to you, Gianninekeneton!"
Damian watched everything closely, and as the shaman was about to go toward Wendy, it was his ti to act.
Speaking of Wendy, she had her eyes closed, accepting her fate. In her mind, Damian had run away a long ti ago, and that talk about a plan was just bullshit.
She did not bla him. Almost anyone would do that in such a scenario, and everything was her fault to begin with.
'They only caught us because I wanted to et with him.' Wendy thought.
A film of her life passed through her eyes in a flash, and she was waiting for her death, yet nothing happened.
It should have happened by that point, as the shaman was near to her. Was she dreaming?
Wendy slowed, opened up her eyes again, only to face a shock face on the shaman, who kneels on the ground.
She still did not understand. 'Am I so ugly?'
But when Wendy looked up, she could not believe it.
It was Damian, well; he looked completely different. After all the paintings on his face, it was him! A giant freaking Damian, looking at the tribe n from above, like a frog starting at a fly.
"Gianninekeneton, you finally ca to answer our prayers!" the shaman said.
Damian changed his form to that of a giant, and all the tribe n believed he was their tribe giant god, kneeling and acting with respect.
Only the shaman spoke, as if he was the only one allowed to! Damian could not understand their language, but he could communicate using his mind's abilities. It would work just the sa.
So he pointed at the other shaman, who was still channeling his ability.
"Brother Ho, stop! The girl will go nowhere with Gianninekeneton here, and even if she does, we don't need her anymore!" the shaman said.
The two shamans were brothers, and the one who could suppress abilities was called Ho. He was still channeling the suppressing ability because Wendy was still there, but after hearing his brother, he stopped.
"I am sorry for my brother."
Damian moved his head — acting like he understood what the shaman said but did not know — and when he realized the suppression was over, he made a link with the shaman.
"Don't fight against it. My devotee needs to accept inside his mind," Damian said.
The shaman heard the ssage and let go of any resistance, allowing Damian to fully link with his mind, enabling a conversation between the two.
"You were the one who summoned to this plane?" Damian asked with a deep voice.
"Yes, yes. But not only , but the entire tribe. We work hard to keep you pleased!"
"I know. Is there anything you want in return?"
The shaman did not have the guts to ask sothing like that, "no, of course not. We do this for our salvation in the afterlife!"
"Very well, but I will still get you guidance. There are many other tribes on this island, but ours is the biggest. I believe you have the ans to end the other tribes or convert them?"
"Of course. We were thinking about that for a while now."
"Good. But there's one thing. I know there are other humans on this island who are not from the tribes. I want you to help them leave this island. This is no place for them, and with our show of rcy, they can have in their hearts one day."
"You an the military base and the others who appeared recently? Of course, I will make sure they leave this island," the shaman said.
He was feeling sothing he could not explain! It was Gianninekeneton he was talking to, their tribal god!
Everyone from the tribe felt the sa, kneeling, feeling that divine being before them.
The shaman knew they were following the right deity after hearing what Damian's said.
'He wants us to spread the word about his gospel to the rest of the world, starting with those humans who will only escape because of Gianninekeneton's gratitude. Haha, perhaps it is ti to return to the pri land to gather more devotees?' the shaman thought.
Damian gave him so instructions and convinced them they had a place with him in another realm after they died, and that brought them a peace of spirit.
The shaman knew Gianninekeneton would only remain there for a few monts before disappearing again. It was impossible to fully summon a 'god' to the normal realm, and why would the 'god' remain there, anyway?
So, after the ti was up, Damian used his Telekineses to fly toward the sky, acting as if he was returning to his plane.
All the tribe mbers watched the scene with awe, kneeling and moving their hands in respect. That was a mont they would never forget!
The shaman moved toward Wendy, cutting the rope around her body, saying, "the grace of Gianninekeneton is with you today. I will help you and the others of the plane crash to leave this island."
"What?"
She was surprised because the shaman knew how to speak her language.
" and my brother Ho, the leaders of this tribe, went to the mainland many years ago and learned it. Don't act so surprised. It is not like your language is hard."
Wendy still could not understand how Damian turned into a giant to fool them. But she knew so people had their secrets, so there was no reason to ask further questions.
"So can I go?"
"Yes. Find the others who survived the plane crash. We have to work on a plan to destroy the military base. They have ships or planes in there, for certain."
"You know more about technology than I thought. Not bad for soone who tried to kill a few monts ago."
"Then move before I try it again."
Wendy knew it was a joke, but still left, looking for Damian or the others who survived the plane crash.
Damian flew to the sky until no one could see him, turning into his smaller form again, and activating his invisibility cloak.
'It worked, hahaha. Now I need to know if they will help us or not,' Damian thought.
He knew that even without their help; it was still possible to take over the military base if they worked hard enough.
But Damian still wanted to know if Wendy was alright. They had just t, but she helped him by sharing the information about the military base, and with the paintings that allowed him to fool the tribe.
If it hadn't been for her, none of that would have happened. So Damian went looking for her.
He went to the cave where they agreed to et in three days, as he had stayed trapped inside the tribe for almost two days.
When Damian reached the beach area, Wendy was there, surprised to see him.
"How did you do that?" Wendy asked.
She walked toward him, giving him a hug.
"Thanks for saving my life," she said.
"It was nothing. I also got their help in leaving this island. Ain't I aweso?"
Wendy smiled, hugging him again. She moved her body during it, rubbing her boobs on Damian's chest.
'Is she doing this on purpose? It feels good,' Damian thought.
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