<br/><br/>Baraxan jolted awake sweat pouring down his face, It was the same nightmare he always had. The day his family and friend's were turned to ice and his arms from the elbow down had turned a light blue color. The dream always ended the same with him watching his parents freeze as the icy breath touched them and the blinding white of the breath as it washed over him. Today was going to be a hard day for him without the lack of sleep as today he would go out into the frozen wilderness to finish the last rites to become a full Shaman. The task itself was confusing as he needs to find something that will show his power as a Shaman. Many either come back empty handed or never come back from the trial at all. The only items he is allowed to leave camp with are his clothes, water, and the spear all Shamans use as weapons.<br/><br/>In the days, weeks, or even months to come he will be tested physically and mentally as he battles the elements and monsters of the wilderness. He is not worried about the bitter cold he will face as since the dragons attack he no longer feels the cold temperatures. He wasn't sure what he would find or what he was supposed to bring back to prove his worth all he knew was the Oracle had claimed he was special and that he would exceed all previous Shamans of the tribes. It added a huge amount of pressure on him to do well he had seen previous Shamans that had brought back huge gemstones or even small animals that followed their every command. There is a legend that the frost dragon holds a treasure beyond imagine he knew that he would be no match for such a beast and was not ready to avenge his tribe though he would someday.<br/><br/>Deciding it would be best just to get ready for his trials he got out of bed his bare feet touching the soft fur of the deerskin canvas that covered the floor of his tent. Picking up his leather tunic he pulled it over his head pulling it roughly down his body he had deliberately made sure it fit tight to his body when he had it made. During training he had watched many others fight fitfully when the clothing was loose and would hamper their movements. His bearskin cloak was hanging next to his bed grabbing it from hook as he stood up and swinging it around his back clasping it around his neck. He noticed his head getting rather close to the roof of his tent he would need to fix that when he comes back. Next to entrance his spear was standing it was rather plain but he wanted it that way others dangled jewels, bones, claws, and other absurd things making the spear useless while fighting. Hanging from his was a few eagle feathers and hand carved miniature figures that woman chasing him had given him.<br/><br/>Grasping his spear in his right hand he pushed the flap of the tent wide as he ducked out under the opening he always had to duck to exit the tent. The sun had not crested the mountain yet so the encampment was still dark as he made his way to the outer part where the sentries would be. He could hear people starting to move around inside the tents getting their days started. He wanted to leave at first dawn so he wouldn't have to deal with everyone wishing him well or praising him for his bravery. As he neared the entrance to the encampment the two sentries made no movement or call to them they kept their eyes out into the wilderness. Thrusting his spear into the snow so it stood upright he sat down and waited for the first light to come.<br/><br/>“Are you so excited to leave that you couldn't sleep.” a voice from behind him said<br/><br/>Baraxan turned his head seeing his mentor Jardan standing behind him. He just shook his head and turned back out to stare into the dark.<br/><br/>“The dream again then I assume.”<br/><br/>“Always the dream.”<br/><br/>They both sat in silence as they waited for the sun to finish raising, The darkness becoming brighter as it neared the time for the sun to crest the mountains. As the sun crested and the first rays of light shone into the valley Baraxan stood pulling his spear from the snow.<br/><br/>“You will leave before the others gather.” The voice from behind him said<br/><br/>Baraxan didn't respond he just walked out past the sentries his stomach tight as his nervousness raised. He could hear faint shouts from encampment as he walked further away from them. As he reached the tree line his spear came to the ready he was unsure of what was waiting for him so he wanted to be ready for anything. The next few days he wandered through the valleys and forests of the wildlands so far he had been able to stay out of sight of the roaming goblin and orc tribes that were in the area. He was giving up hope on ever finding what it was he should be looking for his moral was low he didn't want to fail and knew if he did he wouldn't get another chance. He was lost in thought and didn't notice a tribe of orcs crossing the valley right towards him he silently berated himself for not paying attention. He scanned the area and his only option was to run for a small patch of trees if he made a run for it, he thought he was likely to not be seen.<br/><br/>He dashed for the trees sliding in under the low branches as he rushed through them he could feel the cuts and scratches across his skin as he ran. He knelt down looking out watching the orcs to see if they had seen him but it looked as if they hadn't noticed as they weren't coming his way. He slowly backed further into the trees so he couldn't be seen as they passed by him his feet moving silently as he almost crawled backwards to avoid causing any noise. He stopped as orcs passed letting out his breath as he was relieved to be out of trouble as he relaxed a low growl from behind him startled him his body tense as he held his breath turning around slowly. As he turned he saw a pure while wolf laying on the ground its lips curled in a snarl as it stared at him he thought it unusual that the wolf would be laying down and not ready to fight him. As he looked over the wolf he noticed it looked very thin and was most likely starving to death as he sat there.<br/><br/>He sat down placing his spear beside himself, his eyes still locked onto the wolf he was unsure what to do as a Shaman he could help heal wounds but starvation is not a wound that can be healed by magic. His hand going to his pouch he slowly opened it the food he had inside would last him a few more days before he would need to hunt again. He battled with himself knowing he could find more food and that helping the wolf was a good thing to do but he was unsure if after having gained strength back it would not just attack him giving it all the food it would need for weeks. His inner turmoil over it was won over by his inner want to help anything in need his caring heart was what he wanted to keep alive against all odds in this harsh world. Grabbing a few chunks of meat he tossed them over the empty space between him and the wolf they rolled and came to rest near the mouth of the wolf.