My hypnotic state didn't last long, since the old man from before appeared at the tent, with that, the girl also broke eye contact and walked away a couple steps back. I decided to sit in the bed, still confused and with one million questions, but I decided to hear the old man before anything, not only that, I had to get used with this old dude with a big belly and his dick hanging out right in front of me, the price you have to pay for seeing good things seconds before.
— We are very sorry for what has happened. We have a kid who just got new powers after going through the ritual, he was testing his new given powers, apparently he can create massive balls of energy and now it's clear that it's deadly, am I right? Diana? — The old man looked at the girl and I was surprised at how much the old man was willing to tell about his tribe and how natural he sounded, like it was normal to people to blow up planes with energy balls and have healing powers, maybe for them it was.
I was too distraught to get into the specifics of what I just had heard, so I decided to go with basics, even though I started to stutter and gasp for air in some of the sentences.
— Y-you... you guys are the Xavantes, right? From the legends. And how can you understand me? S-speak my language even?
The old man laughed in amusement, answering full of confidence.
— You seem to know us, which raises the question. We are powerful enough to stop bullets, won't you think we are cultured as well with all this power? Besides, it was me who stopped that bullet, with a book.
— Book? — I asked, completely confused in my facial expression.
— Yes, I can conjure any book I want, even the ones prohibited, powerful and dangerous, ones that can stop objects of any kind, give me other talents. — After that he made a book appear out of thin air right in front of him, glowing blue while he was reading in some weird language, and out of nowhere, he became me, an exact clone or copy, like looking at a mirror, face, clothes, everything the same. It was at that moment I realized I wasn't wearing my top coat and also my gun was missing, it was a turning point, I had to become more aggressive to get more answers.
— Where is my stuff? And is Walter dead? More importantly, how didn't I get hurt in the crash? — My voice tone was rising with each question, in the meantime the old man undid the spell becoming his normal self again and answered politely every question.
— Your things are in that cabinet. He looked to his left while raising his arm to make it even more clear. Your friend is fine and you can thank Diana right here for saving you, she was giving the guidance to the boy while he conjured the energy ball, then she was fast to create a energy shield around any passengers, but as you see, not fast enough. — He looked at Walter and also I did, he was still unconscious but I was reassured soon after.
— Diana wasn't able to create the energy shield around him, but she managed to at least save you. Luckily, he survived the crash even though he was seriously injured.
Then the girl finally decided to talk after all that time, Diana apparently was her name with that soothing voice of hers.
— Yes, I can only heal, not revive. — I looked at her after she talked, mesmerized by her, at that point It wouldn't be crazy to think she put a spell on me, but it was undeniable she was a great piece of ass, or tits, in that case, since I didn't had a chance to look at the ass... yet.
Not knowing exactly where to look after all that talk, I was still lost for words, but since everyone there was so sincere about their reasons, I decided to be as well, trust goes both ways as they say.
— Alright... fine. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Laurence Craft and I'm an archaeologist.
The old man and even the girl smiled, but only the old man decided to answer.
— We know, I read all your work, interesting stuff if I say so myself, especially about us.
I looked at both of them kinda frustrated, a missed opportunity to talk about myself and my work, but at least it sped things up.
— Uh... right, you and the book thingy. Anyways, I've decided to come here to study and try to prove my own theory, I guess in a matter of seconds I was right, huh? — I laughed with a big smile, proud of myself, of what I had studied and theorized wasn't all fairy tales, I remembered Sara for a moment, was she still playing that stupid game that had nothing to do from what I did? Probably. Before getting too distracted, I continued.
— But I would like to pass some time here, get more data, information about people here, their powers even, at least start some drafts before I leave you guys alone, of course, if that's okay with you. — I asked sincerely and with hope in my eyes and all of my face.
Again the old man laughed at me, it was starting to get annoying, but he talked his mind right away.
— Why are you looking at me? Our leader is Diana right here, dear friend.
I gazed at Diana looking a bit surprised, but she didn't take it as an offense, she just opened her welcoming smile and said.
— Yes, Mr. Craft, about that... We should talk in private, come to my tent a bit. I will let you be for a moment to recover and make sense of all it, no need to rush. — Her tender voice was impossible to resist, so I just nodded and accepted her invitation, if I could consider that one.
After that, both of them left the tent to myself and Walter, but of course he was still in a coma or sleeping, didn't know for certain, too busy excited after seeing a mage and sorceress in front of me, finally I would have proof for what I was researching.
I got out of the bed immediately, rushed by excitement and adrenaline, surely Diana wouldn't say no to me, right? I could charm her if it comes to that, I sure would like it so, but at that moment I was all upper head than lower head, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I opened up the cabinet where the old dude said my stuff where and to my chagrin, my top coat wasn't there, only the pistol and some grenades, I guess those were the only things that survived the crash, besides me and Walter, can't create force shields around some guns, apparently.
Wasting no time, the gun was already back in the holster and I decided to stick some grenades in the pants waist, who knows, surely a grenade could kill a superhuman being, right? Probably why they decided to give back my stuff, I couldn't scratch anyone in there even if i tried, judging by their powers.
When I finally decided to leave the tent, I realized how hot it was in that place, giving reason on why everyone there was naked, even if it was tradition. The tribe camp was surprisingly small, just a couple of tents close to each other, a big campfire in the middle and big open area somewhat in the distance with a bunch of natives, maybe 30 or something like that, which didn't add up at all, with 4-5 tents max, how the hell so many people fitted in all of them? Well, I'm sure I would find out soon during my time here, there was a big red tent to the right of the one I was, probably a guest tent or a medical tent then? Dunno.
I assumed the big red tent was Diana's, since she was the leader and all, the leader always has the fancy stuff, so without wasting another second, I went inside the red tent after a couple of steps.