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Jihyo had never encountered such a thing personally: her grandmother told her about it, passing on every word from the legend of their people; she even had to read about it in other sources — except for the stories of her own family. But she did not dare to think that at some point she herself would come into contact with such a thing and remain under such an impression that she would not be able to convey what she saw to her own tribe normally.
"I'm sorry, so what kind of events did you witness?" — Momo, this majestic girl, who helped Jihyo in everything, came and sat directly opposite, putting her spear on the ground, and examined the warrior with a careful look.
It seemed that Park was still under a huge impression, and she also told about him.
She was silent for a long time before that, and then her quiet, but at the same time such a ringing voice rang out too unexpectedly, forcing Momo to nail herself to the main Amazon and wait for further conversation.
"I saw a shaman".
The aforementioned shaman and the representatives of the Amazons have always been at enmity. Grandmother Jihe always talked about how bloody the clashes between the two tribes took place, and now it's the twentieth century, but the situation has not changed — shamans performed all sorts of rituals, wanting to find out the secret of the Amazons, and the latter exterminated the priests of nature, because their methods were not always humane. But for some reason, Jihyo doubted that all of them, shamans, were the same, because she did not see a man — it was always exclusively about representatives of the stronger sex — but the red-haired one saw a young maiden. And only the distinctive features helped Jihyo understand that before her was not her sister by blood, but a rival.
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"Do you know that it is dangerous for life to sit in such a trap?" - A previously unknown voice sounded somewhere nearby, and Jihyo turned around, clutching the spear tightly in her hands. One false step by an outsider — she will attack.
"It's dangerous to scare people", - she said and looked at the stranger.
Her body was covered, unlike the same Ji, eagle feathers were woven into her hair, her face was decorated with all kinds of drawings, and it was unclear what she was wearing on her body. From the look of it, it immediately became clear that a shaman was standing in front of her, playfully studying her with her eyes.
"My name is Chaeyoung", — the dark-haired woman introduced herself and in a rather benevolent gesture gave her palm, into which Jihyo immediately put her own.
There was something fascinating about Chaeyoung, so Jihe didn't feel the need to defend herself. She told Chaeyoung her name too. And this was the reason for the long tandem of one wonderful Amazon warrior Park Jihyo and the unprincipled, brave shaman Son Chaeyoung. It was difficult to call it friendship, because they flirted constantly, even introduced each other to their own tribes and told the mysteries of their people.
Jihyo was not afraid to take a risk, and Chaeyoung was not afraid to act. Anyway, they both knew now that they were wrong thanks to the stories of their ancestors. Their new task was to build a judgment, using their sympathy for each other and new, bright — most importantly correct — joint memories.
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