"It's you " She stood up and backed away, pointing accusingly at Orchil. "You're doing this to me You're using some form of... of... magic." What else could explain it? A spell, a curse, an inexplicable phenomenon. Magic Orchil laughed. "You really that stupid? I thought you followed the great god, Science? Sit, girl, sit and let me tell you how the trick was done. And that's a rare thing, a Shaman explaining their magic, so you better listen well " An environmental activist with the power to control the elements A xeno-anthropologist Gate Tech seeking to learn the secrets of an alien race...