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The army went in as soon as I had enough energy to cast a landbridge across the sunken land. It had been a victory that no one had been expecting - and a victory that the tribe hadn't experienced in quite some time.
Bartholomew congratulated me many times before disappearing to the local tavern for the free ale. Amid the crowds and joyful singers, I disappeared out of the hustle and bustle to the lake.
Thankfully no one had followed me so I time to reflect on what I had just done. I wondered how I had been blind to this power for the past eighteen years of my life. It was so great and destructive - something that wouldn't be allowed to be played around with.
I soon heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Thealosius.
'That was a mighty show,' he said quietly, looking out over the lake.
'It was more luck than anything,' I replied. 'I don't know if I'm cut out to be a Shaman - I think I made the wrong decision about
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accepting it.'
'Wrong decision? Who said it was up to you anyway? The Gods chose you whether you like it or not. You're probably feeling strange to have won a battle at such a young age. But don't let that bother you. After the courage you've shown tonight, you will be a prime leader.'
'But I don't want to be like that. I just want to be an ordinary person.'
'Well I don't think you should be asking me that question. Maybe you should ask them.'
Thealosius pointed up towards the sky.
The Gods? They had put me in this mess in the first place. Why should they change their mind? They were known to be stubborn - only the priests could get anything out of them. Then again, I was the Shaman - the one they had chosen. Anyone could become a priest. You just need to have a load of money and well-known family. But not many people could become a Shaman in a day.
When I turned around again, the priest had gone. At least he had enough common sense to
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