They walked until noon around the island so I would lose track were I was. Slowly an EPS walked out from the foliage. He was ten centimeters taller than everyone else. He wore a crown made of leaves and twigs. It was finely woven with silver. He placed his hand in the middle of my forehead and started chanting in a slow pace.
He chanted for thirty minutes than said in a deliberate tone, and then at the end of the chant he said “are you one of us!”
I was shocked, hesitantly, I replied in their rough language, “I am one of you.”
He yelled something I didn’t quiet understand, but I got the just of it.
The last thing I remembered was a stranger tingling then nothing.
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