09: Condition

Laura had never seen a shaman before, although she did hear of them. If she were to put them in simpler terms, they’d be best defined as ancient healers who relied not upon the science of medicine but on the herbals and mysteries of the world. They were, more or less, traditionalist folks who upheld the nature of their purpose and wore strange clothes just to maximize who they were supposed to be.

If you ask her, in this modernist of a world, they were the least existence to meet in the street. After all, science was now the keynote to which everyone must orchestrate, or risk being left behind in the husk of illiteracy.

And that being said, she didn’t fancy coming across a shaman, a strange one at that, just when she’d been confronted by the horror her driver had become. It was too much of a coincidence, almost like everything was premeditated. Chances were, Soyet the shaman may have been one of the reasons why she had to see tragedy personified itself right before her eyes.

She did