THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA

  ( CHAPTER  49 )  -  { PT.  4 } - Salvatrice, how did you do that? asked Aker. It was dead! Ahe grinned and said, Magic, before running away, her hands suspended above her head to feel the touch of the air. The others followed behind her shouting playfully and chasing the ball. They reached a private enclosure bustling with men, women and children going about their daily chores. In the moderately sized camp was an adobe structure which formed a T-shape--what looked like the main building. Smaller huts were sporadically spread around the encampment. In one corner, a few children dipped and swam in a crystalline rectangular pool, welcoming the icy-cold water on their scorched bodies. The surface glistened like diamonds enticing flies to their deaths. A queue of people snaked its way to a building where a native nurse stood in the doorway and questioned the next person in line. She was busy making notes on a clipboard. A father help his child who lay unconscious in his arms. Farya came t