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Voodoo is often mistakenly perceived as strange and dark magic practiced by fans of ancient evil.Many other religions portrayed Voodoo nothing more than an instrument for evil people to control the weak through deception and fear.The practice of ritual sacrifices was the main goal of other beliefs that seek to discredit Voodoo, criticizing it as a barbaric faith, which is followed only by savages and madmen.They ignored the facts and could not see the connection that it was actually: the perfect channel for communicating with spirits, in full accordance with the laws of nature. What many call “witchcraft”, Grimils know simply as “wisdom”.These so -called sorcerers are not only capable of healing the wounded, but are also able to communicate with the souls of the ancients.This is an invaluable skill, because when the thugs are preparing for the battle, they always seek the blessings of the ancients.It is believed that this gives strength and protection to soldiers who risk life and health. Of course, not everyone can become a shaman.Each of them spends many years of intensive study of their history and mountains of secret knowledge.In the days of discord, their presence and work are crucial.Not a single army smashed in optimal moral condition without the presence of a shaman. Being a little boy, Numisa followed the healers everywhere, absorbing all the knowledge that they could offer.Although he tried very hard to repeat the songs and perform rituals, he seemed to be not enough spark.Despite his constant efforts, there was not a single hint of the answer on the other side.The elders assured that all this takes a long time.His peers and students gradually increased their knowledge and developed steadily.Meanwhile, he froze, in vain trying to find a sign of his progress. When he was about to leave his chosen path, the terrible plague overtook the Numis tribe.Although he was only a student, his duty was to help to care for the sick.He did everything that he could, within the framework of his very limited abilities, and he did it badly.The plague was so strong that the magic of adult shamans had a poor influence, usually served only to alleviate the death of patients. Soon Numis also began to suffer from the influence of the plague.He was chained to bed and he was on the verge of death.He felt his spirit began to slip away from his body.His vision blurred and darkened, and the voices of people around him became first blurred, and then quiet.After indefinitely, other voices began to whisper to him every moment becoming louder.He listened carefully.The voices had something to say. Numis felt that his body became warm after the return of his spirit.The spark that he was looking for now caught fire in his heart.Energy, not like anything else, danced in his limbs.He saw with clarity, but he felt as if he walked through two worlds at the same time.Voices gave him a task and he began his implementation.After awakening, he went along his defeated plague of the village and whispered something under his breath.A few days later the disease was completely expelled from the tribe.But the task of the spirits was still far from completion. "The ancients speak with me."