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| − | I awoke suddenly, a gasp of fresh air into tired lungs. I hadn't had a body in years... Around me the ritual was still occurring. The beating of the Inca drums brought me back | + | I awoke suddenly, a gasp of fresh air into tired lungs. I hadn't had a body in years... Around me the ritual was still occurring. The beating of the Inca drums brought me back into a new time. So the ritual was successful. I looked down to see the body I had taken... A young woman. Strong, beautiful. Pure. A worthy sacrifice to the Gods. |
When I awoke it was to the sound of those horrifying drums. People stood around us, chanting and prostrating themselves to the alter. To me. I could feel a pressure in my skull, a voice... Another presence. A man. His name was Amaru. And now he was part of me. The spirit of an Inca mystic and wise man, who had come north with a singular purpose. | When I awoke it was to the sound of those horrifying drums. People stood around us, chanting and prostrating themselves to the alter. To me. I could feel a pressure in my skull, a voice... Another presence. A man. His name was Amaru. And now he was part of me. The spirit of an Inca mystic and wise man, who had come north with a singular purpose. | ||
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But how does one lead an entire people? Amaru gives me some guidance, but his memories are fragmented and weak. I have to take up the reins and lead, though he promises to be with me the whole way. | But how does one lead an entire people? Amaru gives me some guidance, but his memories are fragmented and weak. I have to take up the reins and lead, though he promises to be with me the whole way. | ||
| − | The faithful call me Qispi | + | The faithful call me by my Quechuan name, Qispi. Glittering one. I will save them. |
Latest revision as of 15:15, 19 January 2016
I awoke suddenly, a gasp of fresh air into tired lungs. I hadn't had a body in years... Around me the ritual was still occurring. The beating of the Inca drums brought me back into a new time. So the ritual was successful. I looked down to see the body I had taken... A young woman. Strong, beautiful. Pure. A worthy sacrifice to the Gods.
When I awoke it was to the sound of those horrifying drums. People stood around us, chanting and prostrating themselves to the alter. To me. I could feel a pressure in my skull, a voice... Another presence. A man. His name was Amaru. And now he was part of me. The spirit of an Inca mystic and wise man, who had come north with a singular purpose.
To find the secret to the Great Rite that would save his - our - people. Amaru put all his faith into me... I couldn't let him down. I finally had a purpose. His purpose. I finally wanted to succeed.
But how does one lead an entire people? Amaru gives me some guidance, but his memories are fragmented and weak. I have to take up the reins and lead, though he promises to be with me the whole way.
The faithful call me by my Quechuan name, Qispi. Glittering one. I will save them.
