Note: Since some of you wondered and we have been planning on giving a background story to Adam’s Other and Tommy’s Sub-Other anyways, so my co-writers and I started working on this piece. It is the second part of “The Other series,” but both the first part (“Sink Your Teeth into My Flesh”) and this can be read separately. Without giving any spoilers, there will be more stories (with multiply chapters) in this series while following the journey of these three souls through time. The storyline once again changes between the POV of the characters. Please give a warm welcome to an-ocean-blue, since this is her debut in the series, although the three of us have been writing together for a long while now. Enjoy and comments/constructive criticism are always welcome!

Disclaimer: Once again, this is only a piece of creative writing for fun, none of this happened in real life (as far as we know).

 
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Bewitched by the Bayou

By amity-flower-child, an-ocean-blue and Useless-girl

From the time he was born, life has never been easy for Tomek. Losing his mother during childbirth and never knowing his father (or anything about him other than him being a "white man"), the only white skinned and blonde haired young adult struggled within his tribe, although he was very determined to stay and earn his worth despite what the elders and the other members believed. His fire attitude and strong will to make himself be taken seriously in the tribe often had him in trouble. The blonde could normally be found in sessions with their tribal leader (for they feared sending a tainted soul to the Shaman, Adama) who behind blind eyes was the only one kind to the boy. Tomek was scolded enough by the one who actually tried to care for him that even he could see that the patience for him to learn his place was stretching thin.

Alongside with being white, blonde, and orphaned within his own tribe, Tomek was lean and with a feminine body build (unlike many males he grew up with and around). As often as he tried, Tomek could not bulk up like his brothers and elders, something the other males blamed his "white blood" for. Tomek resented his mother at times for falling prey to the white man, but he knew it was her blood within his veins that kept him alive in this tribe, for he knew of their fear of angering their gods. Shaman Adama could be swift on punishment for those who had done so before. Luckily, there hasn't been too many (or too severe) incidents.

Tomek did hate the fact that the tribe felt the need to make his status among them known, for they never let his hair grow long enough to reach his shoulders along with shaving half of his head, his hair never elegant and in braids like his brothers and sisters. All this in attempts to make the blonde feel weak and inferior. It worked on some days. However, the blonde doe-eyed boy tried not to let it discourage him too much, for he had a mother in the Great Clouds to make proud (although he was sometimes angry at her, he still loved her very much).

Today was the day of the great hunt. Where the males of the tribe would be sent out to hunt to have food for the upcoming winters and determine their ranks. Tomek could hear his strongest brother boast about wanting to capture the hardest animal in the wild woods, the boar. Taking one last look at his elders, who stood tall and proud next to Shaman Adama, Tomek, turned and began grinning to himself, decided he would be the one to bring it back first. Make them all see he deserved to be here. So when the hunt began, like a mouse he was often compared to, Tomek was quiet as he descended into the woods, his bow and arrows clutched tightly to him while all his brothers went in swinging their blades and chanting their tribal call. Tomek ignored it all in search for the boar's nesting grounds. When the blonde finally caught sight of the said nesting grounds, Tomek couldn't be happier. Maybe Shaman Adama would bless this boy! Tomek only knew of Adama's parents claiming the Shaman has never shown his spiritual abilities until Tomek was in his mother's womb since were spoken in hushed secrets. Maybe this day was the cause of it all. Maybe Tomek was destined for greatness! With a new vigor, Tomek drew his bow and arrow, targeting the largest boar he saw. It took a few arrows to weaken the beast, but when it came for the final shot, Tomek was shocked to find his oldest brother, Napa, giving a fatal blow to his beast.

"NAPA!" the blonde screamed out, scaring off the rest of the prey and gaining his brother's attention. "That is my beast to offer and you know it!" the blonde cried out, hoping for once his older brother would listen. Tomek would have been better waiting for the river to dry out. Of course Napa, the strongest and most ruthless of all his siblings, merely stood, chuckling. As Napa began pulling the blonde's arrows out of the boar and snapping them in half, Tomek continued to try and regain ownership of the kill. It was rare for him to fight so hard to make a stand for himself, which unknowingly to the blonde tested his brother's patience, but Tomek wanted this with all his heart and soul. "Napa! Please! Do what is right! The boar has wounds from my arrows! The elders will-" That's as far as Tomek got before he received a silencing blow to his face, the blow causing Tomek to cut his bottom lip and bleed as well fall to the ground.

"Your white blood has nothing to do with our tribe! It is the grace of the elders that you have been allowed to stay! Your white taints our proud name!" Napa screamed aloud, as if he wanted those on the Great Clouds, to hear. It took only his brother to step forward to send Tomek running, tears in his eyes, his brother's laughter ringing behind him. What Tomek didn't realize was that he was running further into the woods and to a place that was forbidden for most of the tribe to go to since the Elders felt it to be sacred, Adama the only one allowed to freely come and go should he need a quiet place to meditate and speak with the Spirits. Tomek didn't pay attention where he went and he didn't stop until he found a safe place to hide and let his tears run freely. The pain both in his heart and his face making the blonde wish he was no longer alive. It was his sobs that prevented the blonde from hearing the arrival of his newest guest, one he would have never expected.

The Shaman was standing next to the tribe’s Elders as they watched the young men head off for the great hunt. It happened before each winter and it was one of their most important traditions. Not just to gather supply for the cold season, but also to see who would turn into a great warrior and hunter of the tribe. It was a coming of age ritual for the young and powerful males of the tribe, one when they could earn their places. As the Shaman, he had to be impartial and welcome those who succeeded and do the initiation ceremony along with the elders that night. That’s when the powerful Shaman blessed those who deserved it in front of the whole tribe as they were to protect and support their people in the future.

But Adama often saw things differently because of his powers and the direct connection to the Great Spirits. They were the deceased great shamans, elders and warriors of their tribe, giving guidance through the current spiritual leader. They opened his eyes for those things that weren’t obvious to most. A shaman stayed in that position until the spirits called his soul back, but during their lives they had to choose the next who’d take their place when the time came. It was the shaman’s responsibility to teach his successor to everything he’d need in the future. Adama already had such a discipline, who has been learning under his watch and helped him when needed. But now he wasn’t there to watch the young men head off, because he had other things to take care of.

Listening to his inner eye the Shaman calmly watched them disappear among the trees, although he lightly narrowed his heavily painted eyes when he heard the battle calls. Haven’t they learned that it just alerts the prey? Only one didn’t do it and chose to walk a different path. The Shaman watched the distinguishable blonde patch of hair from the corner of his eye. He was putting distance between himself and the other young males. Adama murmured some ancient words under his nose and while the Elders retreated to the tents, he stayed there motionless, his eyes clouding over as he shared his spirit with a hawk so he could follow undetected the one that was called Tomek. He remembered the boy well. It seemed the whole tribe did so, but for the wrong reasons. They treated him as an outcast because of his breed and tolerated his presence only because Adama warned them not to anger the Spirits. There was a reason why that boy was born into such circumstances, even if he didn’t know it yet.

But he was stubborn, tough and cunning. Others often compared him to a mouse, but Adama saw a graceful feline in him instead. Like in that moment when he silently stalked his prey and attacked. The Shaman’s thick black brows lightly furrowed when the triumphant moment was stolen by Napa, the strongest and loudest of the boys. The Shaman witnessed the whole scene and felt an unusual spark of anger in the depths of his heart. Still, he simply called his spirit back from the hawk and let the bird fly away. He knew exactly where he’d find the hurt boy.

Adama was right and he could hear the painful and disappointed sobs as he got closer. He walked noiselessly among the plants and bushes. This part of the forest was thicker and calmer. No tribe members dared to enter except him. It was a sacred place, where the Spirits were the closest to this plane. He found the crying young boy curled up against a tree. Without a word the Shaman sat down next to him and gave a clean cloth to Tomek so he could wipe his face. Not looking at him he took a few wooden vials, herbs and a small mortar from the many hidden pockets of his long blackish leather cloak. Murmuring and humming on that strange language he began working the ingredients together in the mortar. He could feel the curious and a bit fearful eyes of the sniffing boy on him, but he concentrated on his task. Once he was done, he lifted the mortar and looked at the boy.

“Turn to me,” he asked calmly and started applying the cooling balm on the injured face and plum lip, chanting some more words until he was done. “Why are you here, Tomek?” he finally asked, looking into the brown eyes, his expression unreadable.

When he finally heard the leaves rustling next to him, Tomek quickly wiped his eyes and turned to see Shaman Adama sitting next to him. There was a cloth in his hand being held out to him and for a brief moment, the blonde was confused. Tomek wanted to run and flee like the animals often did when seeing him, but he stayed and took the cloth, afraid to do so, but even more afraid not to. He used it to wipe his eyes, his cheeks and nose, then the blood that had split from his injuries, his eyes looking at the Shaman who was making a mortar balm... for him. Tomek was going to begin to protest, urge the matter that he did not need it, for a warrior always wears his scars proudly, but just one look at the Shaman and the kind way he asked the blonde to turn to him, made him think wisely. It was never good to anger a Shaman be it from their tribe or another. For the Shamans could be deadly should they choose to be… but it was easy for anyone to tell those Shamans who did abuse their power always suffered at the hands of it when it came time to return to the Great Clouds.

As Shaman Adama began to apply the healing balm, the blonde looked everywhere but at the Shaman afraid of what he'd see in his eyes, but certainly not missing the way the wind picked up each time he began to chant. It scared the blonde and he wanted to run again, for the Shaman never sought out private healings before. Was there something special about him or was Shaman Adama ashamed of him too? Were Napa's words from earlier right? That he did not belong in their tribe? That his white blood was ruining and making them weak? His oldest brother's words rang through his head, teasing and taunting him, which made the blonde pull away and wipe the balm off, his cuts yet again tugged at and bleeding once again.

"You need not to waste your gift on my white blood Shaman Adama. Forgive me, for not stopping you earlier." The blonde murmured lowly, his spirits obviously discouraged and no longer willing to fight like it had been. He was sure that his brother Napa was taking the glory of his hunt by now, and it further discouraged the blonde, making him want to stay here and rot alongside the trees.

When it came time to answer the Shaman's question, Tomek finally took place of his surroundings. He wanted to cry out in fear as he realized where his feet had taken him. The Forbidden Grounds. Shaman Adama's meditating place. The doe-eyed boy slowly stood up, his spirits sinking further, almost deeper than the great river. "I have trespassed onto your lands Shaman Adama… please forgive me. I did not mean to disturb you or the Spirits." Tomek began to back up slowly, even more dread lacing his heart, his body growing more tired by the second. Was this the work of the Spirits? Were they angered his white blood had entered their most sacred and treasured lands? The blonde wiped at his eyes again, distance growing deep between the two. "I've tainted your lands like I have tainted the tribe. My blood does not belong here… I…" the blonde looked around desperately, trying to find something, anything that could end it all. For his mother had left him, his father he did not know, his tribe held no love for him, and now he had ruined the sacred grounds of their Shaman.

Tears coating his face again, Tomek took off as fast as he could, deeper into the grounds, something calling to him, something urging him there. The blonde ran quickly and swift, almost as if guided, the shouts of their Shaman going on sudden-deaf ears. When he finally stopped, Tomek saw what called him. A bayou. Was he to walk in and get lost within the depths of it? The more Tomek stared at the bayou and its still waters, the more Tomek edged closer, to see images of what could be. The blonde began to grow more and more ready, more and more sure... that this... this is what he was meant for. A self-sacrifice to the spirits above.

Just seconds before he put his first foot in, Tomek was wailing loudly as strong arms wrapped around him and easily lifted him, the blonde too entranced by the images reflecting in the water to do anything but stare and scream while kicking for it as the distance between them steadily grew. "NO! Take me back! Take me back! NO! MAMA!" the blonde wailed, hoarse cries of agony and screams for his family escaping him until he could no longer see the bayou. Then… all Tomek could do was sob as he felt lifeless and weak, for he could not even manage his own death.

The Shaman frowned feeling the boy’s spirit sink while he wiped off the healing balm. His unsure words filled with self-loath awoke worry in the electric blue eyes of Adama. Something wasn’t right. He could feel it in his bones and the wind picked up, this time on its own. An eagle flew in front of the sun, its shadow falling right on the blonde for those few seconds, making his brown eyes haze over with darkness. The Shaman was about to open his mouth and reassure Tomek that nothing irreversible happened yet, but then the boy stood with tears streaming down on his pale face again and took off into the worst direction he could go. He didn’t even hear – or chose to ignore – Adama’s warning yells and then he was gone, sucked in by the dark aura of the place where even the Shaman disliked to go while conversing with the Great Spirits. Because there were good and bad spirits to keep the balance in the afterlife too. Just like there were good and bad people on this plane. But when it came to bad spirits, their negative influence on a human could be much more severe or long-lasting.

That’s why Adama rose to his feet too and hurried after the naïve blond boy. He had a very bad feeling in his guts and that bad omen from earlier worried him even more. He did not wish any member of his tribe to get hurt in the Sacred Grounds, that’s why he forbade anyone to enter. His worse fears seemed to be confirmed as he was tracing the boy. He was headed towards the Dark Bayou. It caused the death of many reckless people who dared to go close to it. There was something ancient and evil lurking in that swamp and even the Shaman had to steel his mind before entering the dark aura of the place. He kept murmuring the protecting spells as his seemingly glowing blue eyes fixed on the scrawny blonde boy’s shaking figure. It was clear that both his mind and body was affected by the pull of the Bayou. Probably it was feeding off on his insecurities and dark thoughts, enhancing them to cause agony and desperation to end the mental pain.

He got there just in time to wrap his strong tattooed arms around the small body before his foot could touch the water. Adama didn’t want to think about what would’ve happened if he was a second too late. With a much stronger hold than a mere human could muster up, he was dragging the screaming and fighting boy further from the place. The dark forces were trying to get closer to them, but they were repelled by the protective aura the Shaman conjured around their forms. The poor boy was shaking and barely alive by the time they left the Bayou and Adama managed to drag him back to a purer place to check on him. He was still holding him in one arm while he put his other hand on the sweaty forehead, the Shaman’s eyes rolling back in his skull, the white of his eyes showing as he whispered barely audible, his frown deepening, but he knew he had to save the boy from himself and the darkness that seemed to be attached to his body now. He asked for the assistance of the pure spirits to help him put the boy’s mind at ease so he could rest after the trauma he just went through. When that was done, Adama thanked them and took the light boy in his arms to carry him back to the tribe and into his own tent. He ignored the questions and looks of the other for now and lay the boy down on the soft furs inside. He started a fire, throwing different herbs in it for a healing smoke to arise and took a small drum to chant and lead Tomek’s soul and mind back from the dark abyss it was dragged into.

The further they left the Dark Bayou, the more Tomek fought to go back, even though his body felt tired. It was once they were out of the Forbidden Grounds, (Sacred Grounds to Adama), where the blonde stopped. Now they were out though, Tomek's body started heating up causing him to sweat as everything seemed to be more heightened. His breaths coming out in short choppy rasps along with a plea to go back escaping him every once in a while. Each breath was audible and visible with a rise of his chest, the next one growing harder to do, but Tomek still tried to plead on going back. The blonde's eyes were never open for more than a few seconds, his body weakly trying to crawl out of the bright sun as it also could not stay still. It grew worse as Shaman Adama began to heal and chant over him, the blonde's body beginning to convulse, wracked wildly with tremors as if someone were shaking him. A strong wind had picked up, the blonde's body finally stilling once the wind had passed. The tired boy was obviously asleep now, but he was so cold compared to the heat he was suffering moments ago. He was limp and unaware of any of his surroundings. He did not hear the gasps of the women, he did not see the concern of the tribal leaders, nor did he see that it was only his brother Napa that laughed at the sight of Tomek, the rest of his brothers either glaring at the oldest or focusing on the fact that Adama had taken the youngest into his own tent.

All Tomek could see was darkness. All Tomek could hear was sinister laughs, insults from his lifetime as well. He only felt the chill and cold, for his soul was lost. Torn between two worlds. The blonde tried to cancel it all out, screamed for it to stop (although in the real world, he never moved an inch on the fur). The boy was scared and unsure, not knowing what to do. Was this death? Was he not going to meet his mother? Is this what the Spirits had planned for him? Surely... the images he saw in the bayou were the real thing. This could not be it… It couldn't be! Tomek began to run, not knowing where he was going or not seeing a thing, feeling as if he was running far although seemingly never moving an inch. It frustrated him and the blonde only stopped running when he heard the insults from his lifetime on this plane stop. It did not mean Tomek stopped hearing dark and sinister voices. They beckoned him to just close his eyes, to give in, but Tomek was scared. What was he giving in to? What was worse than this? What was worse than nothingness?

Crying again, Tomek tried to cancel it all out, resist the voice that assured him of never escaping, that his soul would always belong to this Spirit. Tomek didn't know what to do anymore… he slowly saw no point in anything, until he heard it. Drums… although faint, he heard drums. He looked for the source and the more he searched for it, the louder it grew, this time, Shaman Adama's familiar voice (although his chants were unknown) calling to him. Tomek ran as fast as he could to them. Just like he had done to the great bayou, Tomek ran, now seeing a bright and brilliant light as he gained closer. He stopped only when he heard a terrible sound between a growl and a snarl. It made the blonde turn and he met a shapeless creature, and mistakenly looked into its eyes. "The bond is complete, for I shall arise again when my time is right. I am part of you," the creature promised then ran through Tomek, causing a sharp pain to go through his heart, making the blonde fall, his eyes closing in the process. He never made it to the light... Adama was calling him... and he failed.

Tears slipped from Tomek's eyes as he opened them again, but he did not sit up, but let his eyes roam slowly as if unsure. There was a fire, there were shapes and sounds, but more importantly, there was Adama. Tomek wanted to wipe his eyes, but he didn't as he was unsure if any of this was real. It wasn't until Adama's gentle hand wiped the tears that he relaxed. Now he knew, he knew he was back… but was that so great? Tomek still didn't move or utter a word as he had no clue and tried to make sense of what just happened to him moments ago.

The boy’s struggle was dark and difficult, Adama could feel it while he was calling his soul and mind back with his drum and clear voice. The darkness over him was persistent and strong and it made the Shaman try harder. No one should deserve a fate like that. Not even the tribe’s worst enemy. Especially not this innocent and hurting boy. The chanting grew louder and more powerful, the fire sizzling and licking towards the small piece of sky that was visible by the top of the tent. The wind picked up and danced around the Shaman’s home as his magic was working and trying to chase the darkness away. His painted face was sweating from the concentration and the energies surrounding him and the unconscious boy while his eyes turned white again and his long black hair with braids was moving to the rhythm of his drumming. Which – along with his voice – intensified and picked up an ancient rhythm that was calling for the souls in trouble.

The change was subtle at first. He could feel a faint connection with Tomek’s trapped soul wanting to escape and resist the darkness that dragged him down. The Shaman knew he had to work fast to make sure the boy didn’t get lost in that black abyss for the rest of his life. Continuing with the drumming and the chanting, Adama felt him get closer and closer to him until something happened with that darkness. Before his spirit eye he could see the black entity dig its dark claws into Tomek’s pure soul, causing some painful tears in the fine fabric of the boy’s being. That was bad news and by the time the brown eyes opened and the chanting died down, Adama knew that one cleansing ritual wouldn’t be enough to remove the evil spirit attached to him.

The powerful Shaman put the drum down and leaned closer to the confused boy to gently wipe his tears away. “You are back now, Tomek. This is the real world, not the one you saw in the Dark Bayou. An evil spirit attached itself to your soul when you recklessly ran away from me. It is a serious problem, boy,” he said with a grim expression but it wasn’t because of Tomek’s behaviour. It was more for the situation itself. He offered a small wooden bowl filled with water and some herbs to calm the younger male. “You are to meet up with me time after time from now on so I can remove that Dark Spirit and send it back into the Bayou where it belongs. It will try to resist but you have to trust me on this,” he explained while reaching under Tomek’s nape to lift his head and help him drink. “All of it. Your spirit needs it,” he said when the boy stopped drinking. The Shaman’s face was still neutral, no sign of anger or disappointment while tending to the young blonde. He didn’t give any vibe either that he’d dislike him for his breed. He was just trying to help him, because the spirits urged him to do so and he slowly realized that his own heart wanted to do the same too.

The feeling Tomek felt for the Shaman and his help were ones of relief and confusion. He couldn't understand why their powerful Shaman stopped tradition just for the sake of him. He was not worth it. Even still, the blonde could see from the top of the tent that Sister Sun went to sleep and Sister Moon rose high. Tomek let Shaman Adama speak, unsure of the entire situation, but he drank from the small wooden bowl given even though something deep within made the blonde want to spit it all out. He guessed that was the spirit that Adama was referring to. "The... Dark Bayou?" the blonde murmured, only hearing of such a place as there were some of his brothers and sisters that spoke of legends of the bayou, some wanting to go search for it until the Elders stopped them from doing so. Tomek would have never suspected that he was one to get so close to the swamp and live.

With the bowl in his hands, the blonde subconsciously stopped drinking as he began to think of what the tribe would say, if the elders would approve. This was well enough reason to have him exiled without angering the Spirits. Surely… Tomek didn't have time to dwell on it as the Shaman urged him to drink some more, to finish the bowl if he could. The blonde guzzled down the drink, before slowly setting the bowl aside, no longer wanting anything but to sleep. So many still raced through his mind though.

"Shaman Adama…" the blonde rasped out quietly, his eyes looking upon the only other being in the tent. "It was beautiful… I saw my mother… I saw what it was like in the Great Clouds… It was so beautiful. So pure…" the blonde looked away before he rolled over, his back turned from the fire and the Shaman. "Why'd you do it Shaman Adama? Why me? Why save my tainted blood? I..." the blonde sat up now, still facing away. "I am not worth the grace of you and the tribe. I could not even succeed in my own demise. What purpose could I have for the tribe? Shaman Adama… the Spirits surely would not be upset with a banishment of me from the tribe… why do you keep me? My mother was prey to the pale-faced demons like me… and she met her end. I am sure I am meant for the same. I am unworthy Shaman..." the blonde murmured quietly, his heart breaking even more as he uttered each word, Tomek believing them to be true.

“Yes, the Dark Bayou. It is a sinister place where even I very rarely dare to set foot in,” he nodded, the colorful beads in his long black braids lightly clinking together from the movement. “What you saw there is what the dark spirit wanted you to see. It was feeding off on your hopes, curiosity and desires. If another set foot on that unholy ground, they would’ve seen a different scenario. It was just an illusion to trick you and lure you to the water where you would’ve been consumed and trapped until the end of times,” he said calmly but seriously, watching the boy turn away. “I saved you because absolutely no one deserves that fate and because I see everything differently. I tell you a secret, boy. I might live along the tribe, the Elders, you and all the other members, but at the same time with one foot I live in the spirit world too. You know this. You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you? I know what they whisper about my kind, me. You see, I am not concerned about those stories or most of the rules the Elders lead our people by. Those are guidelines mainly for them to feel in control and organized in order to survive and stay strong. But like they can’t control the weather, they can’t control that side of me which makes me a Shaman either,” he said taking back the empty bowl to put it in front of him. He poured some clean water in it and washed it out with a rug, his moves calm and collected.

“Of course I care about the tribe, but at the same time I care about everything else and I see things others don’t. There was a time when I thought it was a curse. When it first happened. I was around 9 years old. It was around the time you started to grow in your mother’s womb. But since then I’ve learned that it is a gift and I have to use it to make this world a better place, to protect, teach, heal, show the way and keep the connection with our wise ancestors. And you need my help, boy. You cannot fight against this demon on your own. The balance has to be restored and kept and letting the spirit consume you would be the reason for the Great Spirits’ anger,” he said putting the clean bowl down and his intense blue eyes were looking at the slim boy’s back. “You have to learn to accept that everything in this world has value, is worth it in equal measures. You are just as important as your brothers and sisters, the elements, the animals, nature, even as our Elders or as me. They all have different roles. You too have your role and there was a reason why you were born into these circumstances, even if you can’t see that reason yet. Letting them banish you and deny you my help for an innocent mistake would be a foolish thing to do and that would anger the Spirits for sure. Believe me, they want you as a part of our tribe. You belong with us just as much as Napa or any of your brothers and sisters. Don’t listen to them or the evil spirit in you. It’ll try to fill your head with lies. Listen to my voice. Let me guide you back to the right path. There is so much more in you, Tomek that you have no idea about,” he finished, putting a log or two on the fire and a cauldron above it, starting to make dinner for both of them.

The more and more Adama began to talk, the more Tomek began to grow confused. He understood that Mother Nature and Father Time all had a plan for them, but he could not understand why their plan involved him going through any of this. Why did he have to suffer like this? It weakened the blonde's spirits a bit more as he now felt colder inside which ended up making the blonde huddle in on himself a bit more, an action that would seem funny or strange if any of his brothers (or even some of his sisters) did it. All the blonde could see was what was wrong with him, and how he could only hurt their tribe, for what was his purpose? What path was he meant to take? His sisters… they were treasured for their fertility and sensitive natures. His brothers, for protection and survival. The Elders and Shaman Adama for guidance. He clearly could not fell a beast or foe like his brothers could nor could he reproduce or create like his sisters could. What purpose could he possibly have if he was not one or the other?

"Forgive me Shaman… I… Am I just a toy to the Great Spirits Shaman Adama? Why am I here? Can you ask the Great Spirits what they want from me?" he looked down at his body, thin and pale, scrawny no matter how hard he tried to bulk up, and even his hair was pale in comparison to the others in the tribe. "I do not even resemble a piece of my mother. Nothing about her can be found in me. For I do not wear the color of her skin. Nor do I have the color of her hair. I do not even have the color of her eyes!" Tomek, now with his head down upon his knees, knees tugged close to his chest, began to sob openly and broken. "I am nothing but the demon of my father! Am I just here to weaken our people?! So they can learn from me like they would any other problem?!"

Although his sobs had died down a bit for they still lingered (along with the pain), Tomek turned to see the Shaman offer him a bowl of soup. Looking upon the Shaman with uncertain eyes, Tomek turned and took it, uncurling from himself. He wasn't hungry, eating felt like the last thing he wanted to do, but he took the bowl and held it between his hands. "Why was it me? Why did you get your first vision of me?" The blonde watched Adama a bit more, seeing his demeanor never changed, acting as if nothing had happened. It took one look of his own reflection in the water of his soup for Tomek to toss it afar and stand. "How can you behave as if nothing is wrong?! As if I'm not the one who could mean the end of our tribe?!" Tomek swallowed as the Shaman quietly rose, but when Adama tried to touch him, Tomek squirmed then again ran away.

He ran past some of his remaining brothers and sisters that awaited the news of what happened, he even outran the Elders that tried to stop him. Something from deep within told him to return to the bayou, for even if he died at least he would be happy. Tomek didn't listen, he wasn't listening to anyone now. So when he heard footsteps and shouts of his name, Tomek jumped onto the highest branch he could reach, and climbed to the tallest treetop, now sitting atop the sturdiest branch as he hid alongside the birds.

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