AN: I guess I must continue this story, on request of MephilesTheDark. Now I must continue in the first-person because I myself am Tenanah. Now let's pick up where we left off--
"Y-you don't KNOW?" Shane asked me.
"Hey hey. I don't know everything!" I said, holding my hands up in surrender.
"But you're--"
"Yeah, maybe I am the Voodoo Queen, but I don't know EVERYTHING! The only way to know how to remove the spell is to know who sent it! I don't know who! It was just a treat letter that arrived in the mailbox!"
Shane sighed. "Well... What should we do now? That 'letter' said to be prepared."
"Prepare myself maybe?" I asked sarcastically. Shane rolled his eyes.
No matter how much he wanted his eyes concealed, my tribe had managed to train women how to see through such eyewear. There were cons that came to the tribe with sunglasses, tricking them always. The women could tell what they were thinking by looking at their eyes. I was one of those women obviously, so I could see his eyes through his sunglasses that he chose to wear even at nighttime.
"I mean, do we go somewhere now? How do you prepare yourself?"
"Shane, let me finish," I winked,"We go to Louisiana, America."
"What's in Louisiana?"
"It's the VooDoo capital. Haiti is more into it, but Haiti had been nearly destroyed last time I was there."
"... Louisiana it is."
***
"MOOOOOOOTTTHHHHEEEEERRR!!!" Shane whined. Mother didn't look impressed, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed.
"Scarecrow. I am NOT setting up a flight to America. I'm busy!"
I had an idea.
I stepped in front of Mother and just held my ground for a moment, waiting for her to react in some way. She didn't, fortunately, so a gave her a hug. I felt her tense up, then begin to hug me back.
"Mommy, we need to go to America. It's a life or death thingie," I said, muffled by Mother's body.
"Whose life or death?"
I looked up at Mother. "Mine."
Her face softened then. She paused, and I held my breath. "Alright. I'll set up the flight."
I smiled and gave her a squeeze. "Thank you, Mommy."
"You're welcome, Nanna."
"Y-you don't KNOW?" Shane asked me.
"Hey hey. I don't know everything!" I said, holding my hands up in surrender.
"But you're--"
"Yeah, maybe I am the Voodoo Queen, but I don't know EVERYTHING! The only way to know how to remove the spell is to know who sent it! I don't know who! It was just a treat letter that arrived in the mailbox!"
Shane sighed. "Well... What should we do now? That 'letter' said to be prepared."
"Prepare myself maybe?" I asked sarcastically. Shane rolled his eyes.
No matter how much he wanted his eyes concealed, my tribe had managed to train women how to see through such eyewear. There were cons that came to the tribe with sunglasses, tricking them always. The women could tell what they were thinking by looking at their eyes. I was one of those women obviously, so I could see his eyes through his sunglasses that he chose to wear even at nighttime.
"I mean, do we go somewhere now? How do you prepare yourself?"
"Shane, let me finish," I winked,"We go to Louisiana, America."
"What's in Louisiana?"
"It's the VooDoo capital. Haiti is more into it, but Haiti had been nearly destroyed last time I was there."
"... Louisiana it is."
***
"MOOOOOOOTTTHHHHEEEEERRR!!!" Shane whined. Mother didn't look impressed, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed.
"Scarecrow. I am NOT setting up a flight to America. I'm busy!"
I had an idea.
I stepped in front of Mother and just held my ground for a moment, waiting for her to react in some way. She didn't, fortunately, so a gave her a hug. I felt her tense up, then begin to hug me back.
"Mommy, we need to go to America. It's a life or death thingie," I said, muffled by Mother's body.
"Whose life or death?"
I looked up at Mother. "Mine."
Her face softened then. She paused, and I held my breath. "Alright. I'll set up the flight."
I smiled and gave her a squeeze. "Thank you, Mommy."
"You're welcome, Nanna."
