Role

Chapter 2

She was for the most part a normal child, running across the plains with
abandon amidst the great herds, climbing every tree in the forests, gazing in
wonder into the night sky and causing her parents no end of worry. Her
visions began when she reached her teenage years and far from being the gift
the shaman predicted, they were instead of great distress to her. She would
get flashes of them, gazing at a vista at times it would change, almost have
superimposed upon it another alternative scene. Once a small green hillock on
the plain suddenly became befouled with death, a strange wooden structure
appeared and hanging from it at the end of a rope was a rotting corpse, but
as soon as it appeared it disappeared. Another time a pass in the mountains,
a verdant green trail, became dark and menacing. The grass became mud,
trodden and dirty, and along the trail tramped hideous creatures, twisted and
mottled, betusked and leering as they marched in force to the east. Oaneewke
closed her eyes, but the stench filled her nose, making her gag, and the
cacophony of tramping feet and jangling steel rang in her ears. Yet, when she
opened her eyes they were gone. As time passed, she began to think she her
mind may be broken and the once carefree child began to become sullen and
withdrawn.