There was complete silence. Ilara figured this was a good a time as any to speak up. “What prophecy?” she asked, genuinely curious.
The Shaman gave her an odd look. “You of course. You are the prophecy. You and your … friend.”
Ilara must have looked confused, because the tribal Elder waved the Shaman away and came over. “There are things you do not know. About our tribe, about their tribe.”
“What things?”
“It is said the human and the mammoth used to be allies, in a time when we could communicate with each other. But those times are long gone, and many no longer believed. Until you.”
She smiled down at Ilara, and for the first time Ilara noticed that the Elder had a beautiful smile.