Shaman
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Hope.
Somwher in center Europe the sun is rising. Everything wake up to new day. The plants turn they to the sun, predators try to catch somthing to eat and others animal try not die. In all this mess a single person live for two years. Whit no company of other humans, no weapons and no hope to meet sombody else. He suvivre thanks cleverrnes and agility. He dont be strong, but he know how to fight whit biger oponent. His body is full of scars, marks after fight he fought, his skin resembled cold magma, cracked in few placed. His arms is long, whit only four, long and strong, finger ending whit claws, sharp and hard like a dager. His leg are perfect adapted to climb and long jump. The no one time save his live.
But he hat one more skill. His cant speak whit animals. Somone listen to his word, but in mostly they not boder what they hear. This gift is only thinks what ceap his away ftom full creazy.
The morning is normal. Like evry morning in Hell. When he wake up he hat no time to eat. Somthing is wrong. Verry wrong. In all nighborhood could not hear enithing. No one animals. But they always be ther. Wher are the bird? Why they quaietly?
His hat no time to think. Somthing move in border of the forest. Is not animal from this area. They not a so clums. First he see a one creature. In clothes. Then from forest come other. Whit bagage and animals puling carts.
-They are some other people living in hier...