"Ahaah" Draka woke up in a cold sweat and as usual it's been a year since everything stopped for him and the memories have not subsided one bit. "Draka!! you up ;a younger voice rung out pulling him from his daze and to his feet. He had grown a few inches taller and his hair had grown to a length behind his back. Cassus what is it" Draka got up and got himself together the slightly shorter boy came bursting into his room with a smaller gang behind him, The air was tense as the group stared draka down and he payed them no mind; "So it's this again, how many rounds will this be" Draka picked up a wooden sword that was leaned against his cot and pointed it at them.
It was a grusum beating the little group manage to catch the inexperience Draka off guard and pumled him for a short time until there where broken apart by and elder warrior of the clan. With that draka's morning routine was started and like clock work he headed out and to the site of the shaman. The shaman lived on the outskirt over looking the sea leading to the west and other territories. A faintly lit smoke could be seen atop the hill bared off with wooded guard and littered with a few chickens roaming around,The view of a thick black fur covering his back and a elder with a muscular built stood throwing seeds feeding the chicken."Master Grindall I am here!!" Draka stood at the gate staring intensly at his future master "Kaaahhkkk" the old man started gaging and coughing and turned towering over the little boy staring up at him.
"Ahh it's been a year huh and your still alive i see, damn boy" Grindall stepped in the night Draka came to the city he was able to save him when the hurtics failed. Nodding rapidly and keeping his eye's on grindall, so the old man turned and went into his little hut and came out with a steal sword and threw it drilling it into the muddied ground right at the feet of draka. "A deal is a deal your have survived 1 year on your on i will teach you the ways of a Shaman Warrior" The dark shimmer in draka eye's grew "I promise you boy, you will hate me so prepare your self you wont be going back down for awhile" the big body man turned after eyeing him and pointed to a lone tree and motion for him to go there..
The air circulating the top of hill was alot more dense and thin than down in city. Grindall had draka stand in a strike motion and lower his bottom half and draw his right hand and arm back and stay there for 2 days. "Master Grindall what do you mean stay here for 2 days" Grindall eye's dart and looked at him"2 days boy no more no less don't you move" he spoke in a low and grumpy tone and walked off. Draka stood there with the setting sun and didn't move he saw his master go out and looked at him and didn't bat an eye and went about his business. Night sat in and left his senses in flare at the slight sound he would shift or fidget and in one instant he almost ran away in a cold fright but he stood his ground.
The First night past uneventfully which left draka hunched over with his hands limp like tree branches being broken off and half sleep. A low tone gripped him and brought him to his feet "Wake up boy" grindall stood over him peering down with a lackluster look on his face; Draka frighten self jumped up and assumed the position
"WHO ARE YOU!!"
Draka looked up with a question look
"WHO ARE YOU!!"
The same thing happen, draka stood there silent
"WHO ARE YOU!!"
"Blam" a fist came down striking draka in his face and launching him into the tree hitting the back of his head "Get up and pick up the sword!!" grindall shouted out so draka wobble to his feet and pick up the sword and got back into the strikers position
"WHO ARE YOU!!"
Draka still feeling the sting from the punch and the pounding from the tree looked up and formulated a blubbering answer.
"Iiii am Draka Son off.."
"Blam" Another right fist came connecting to his face but this time knocked him back some but he stood his ground abit.
Grindall smirked at him standing his ground and the stooped down and looked draka in his eye's
"The gods only protect the strong and the vicious, which one will you be; A shaman warrior bows his head at no man but the gods , we are the Sons and Daughters of Hel ruler of Helheim, the realm of the dead a being of pure Nature, being helpful in times of need, but vengeful upon those who cross her or transgress natural law;now"
"WHO ARE YOU!!"
Draka flashed up and shout "I AM THE SON OF HEL"
"WHO ARE YOU!!"
"I AM the SON OF HEL"
Grindall stood up and nodded "Get back into the form and think on the words" he said while walking away. A few hours had pass and the exhaustion of no sleep no food and abit beating took hold his skin stiffened and cracked the grip of the sword was loose and his head bob back and forth as he went in and out of sleep and it went like that for the rest of the night into the early morning...
A shadowy figure came strolling up the hill with a few people trailing behind him.
"Jarl why is Draka standing there" A guard pointed while they came up strolling up the hill
"It looks like grindall has chosen a successor" Kollton stroke his beard saying
"The mad Shaman!!" The two guard expressions turned black and kollton stood there staring with abit of disbelief and contentment.
"Lets go both of you we have never seen this and don't mention it to Ingrid"