The vortex between the worlds

A distant thunder rumbled, gathering pitch. The land shook as Tom was tossed on the ground. The elder chanted over and over again. Invited to a secret Native American spiritual ceremony he knew nothing about.1

Now the world seemed to collapse on him. The whirling winds caught him fast and he fell to his knees.2

The winds blew so strong, sucking at his very being. He grabbed onto a tree branch. One of the elders spoke in words, cryptic and musical.3

He does not belong on the other side, get him out.4

I invited him and he is going, the council voted on his. He may be white but we need his blood line to keep us genetically strong.5

The elder sprung to his feet, pushed aside the MC and tugged on Tom, forcing him into the vortex.6

Down Tom went into the vortex. It seemed like hours before he came to the end of the tunnel. At that place a gathering of people stood there.7

The ceremony is complete, now you must live by OUR laws. The Female Chief with warpaint on met his gaze, letting him know he was now match for her. The law of the land, simple you do not own anything, the tribe is in charge of things, you have no rights unless we give them to you. 8

You will follow the laws of the council. If you wish to value your life, you will serve the people with honor. If you fail to live up to this you will become outcast and sent into the deep forests.