I fasted and made the prayer-fires in the ways that must have been old when the order of Shamans was young. When hunger nibbled my wits I made a plea that was simple enough for a child.
Rain, mist, sleet and snow,
guide my feet where they must go,
wind, rain, storm and sea,
bring the ones I seek near me...
I thought that, if the spell worked, those who had the answers to our questions might come walking to me under the pines, or might even stop to offer me a lift upon the road. When I returned to the Seer and was told that the fabric of space and time been broken to admit those who would be a force against the Lamia - I disbelieved her.
I was told later that many became aware of the risen evil, and prayed or cast spells to find the answers to it. It is easier to believe that my voice was one breath in a chorus that was heard.
Nevertheless, I was taken by the Order of Shamans and taught again, though I am full adult and more.
Perhaps this has changed me - or perhaps it has revived the belief
that their is a place for me that I have a destiny - but teaching and training must settle and steep, before any know what has been brewed.