THE CHIEFTAIN'S FAIL

"Anger, revenge, bloodlust, war..." she whispered to herself, brushing her tears away, whilst kneeling upon the corpse of a Shu'halo. The wind rode through the Village, waving her winds slowly, as An'she kept falling in the dawn.

"You have failed... failed in so many ways." and then, she stood up, and lifted her hands up. "You have failed me, and your people." Silence around, the other Shu'halo watching the female Seer call upon a wooden, carefully carved totem of Fire, heating greatly the ground around. They watched calmly, quietly. And so, a fire nova was cast, and the Shu'halo's ashes winded away...

"From today's dawn, I will lead our people. May the Earthmother watch and bless you, accept within your spirit within her!"

And then, she picked her totem up, threw it on the Tribal Fire, and smiled. After speaking with Zarliman Two-Moons for a moment, she followed a small Spirit Wolf to the cave, when Takuur once called upon his people. Now she is him, the dawn will decide...