[ WP ] You are a shaman in a neolithic tribal community . You know when the next eclipse will occur . You have told everyone you will prove your magic by `` making the sun disappear '' . However on the day itself the sky is totally clouded and your plan is about to fail .

Zi watched as the clouds became stone, unmoving in their positions. He switched his gaze quickly to the Chieftain, watching for a reaction. 
 
 Chief Thornroot took another bite of his lamb, looking at the men around the fire, eyes cast away from the skies. 
 
 `` He promises to move the sun, instead he pulls wool before our eyes.'' He spit out a small piece of bone. 
 
 Zi turned to the group. All were waiting for him to speak. He thought quickly. 
 
 `` I promised to hide the sun,'' he said. `` And so she is hidden.'' 
 
 `` Hah!'' Roko laughed `` He speaks truth.'' 
 
 `` We are not children.'' The Chief said. `` We are not so easily fooled by those that claim to control the Gods.'' 
 
 The Chief stood. He was n't an impressive sight, nearing the end of his life and overweight from lamb meat. Unfortunately, his power was n't in his physical body but in his word. He opened his mouth to speak. 
 
 `` Look!'' Roko shouted. The Chief turned his head to the skies and his eyes widened. 
 
 Zi looked up and smiled. The clouds had moved and the eclipse was visible to the small tribe. Those nearest Zi stood, suddenly fearful of his power. 
 
 *How easily the power shifts*, Zi thought as he looked at the Chief.
