" There are no weak powers, Angakok… only weak users ".
It seemed to be only yesterday when his master was giving him this lesson in the village training grounds.
Angakok had always been different from the others in the village, a young boy fascinated with strength and determined to become the strongest one around.
His master, a mortal, was the village healer and special ability user.
He could talk to the animals, he could concoct medicinal potions to heal wounds and could pray to the gods of nature to reward the village with a bountiful harvest and good rain.
He was the shaman that Angakok wanted to become when he grew up, but it all changed when he saw that kind, fatherly figure of a master, mercilessly raping his mother because his father owed him some money and would not pay back the loan.
