Mandu saw spirit life in everything around him. He’d been well trained in the way of his people. His people trusted his wisdom and the power brought to him by his ancestors.
When he recounted a dream, all listened aware his dreams foretold what was to be, “The blackness just enveloped me yet it was day.”
As the sun reached its highest point, an evil spirit was devouring it. Mandu’s people hid in fear.
Day became night. Mandu danced, his chanting and rhythmic movement hypnotic. As he reached crescendo, the sun began to reveal itself. Mandu had saved his people.