I was heading towards the forest with my stick when the worst happened. I heard footsteps a hundred yards away from me, I reassured myself that it was only someone from the tribe but I put that idea aside right away because the noises I heard were much too loud to be made by orcs.

Knowing that they weren't people I know and I didn't even know if what I heard was friendly, I started running with all my might. While I was running, the noises started getting closer. So I mustn't stop because it could the sign of my death. So I started to run in a straight line because I couldn't change direction in the middle of the race because that would cause me to fall.

I began to lose hope little by little because the noise was getting closer and closer and finally what I feared happened because the closer they got, the better sound I could get and the sound I hear was not pleasant. I could finaly distinguish the noise it was making. I heard the rattling of metallic objects, so I knew that whatever was behind me was armed and probably wanted me dead.

I knew that if run away, my chances of survival will be really slim so there is only one choice left and that was to stop and hope to survive. So I stopped running and shouted,

"Wait, the noise stopped, who are you and what do you want from me ?No answer,

so I tried my luck again; who are you and what do you want from me? I finally heard an answer, but it wasn't the one I expected, It sounded like a growl

-Gnar Tuxs rus pi lar Czrm Ramort."

It wasn't a language I knew, but at least they didn't attack me. But then there was another problem, They didn't understand what I was saying and so did I because we spoke a different language.

Finally someone stepped forward and said to me in a primal voice, "Child, what are you doing here? A little surprised by the fact that he could speak my language and not the others,

I replied - I'm going to train in the forest.

-Why's that ?

-In order to be able to defend myself and why don't you speak my language ?

-It's normal that we don't speak the same language, we come from a distant continent named Alagaësia, and we are Urgals.

-The elder of my village has books on this continent, it says that dragons would come from there, but what's an Urgal?

-That's what you're looking at.

-I can't see, I'm blind.

-I'm sorry to hear that, and as far as looks go, we are just like you but we have two to four horns on our head.

-What are you doing here?

-We're here to find people to expand our clan.

-Your clan?

-Yes, where we come from, the Urgals are divided into several clans and every 20 years there is a competition between the new generations of clans. The winner will have more harvest.

-It's quite interesting, but why are you telling me all this?

-I don't know just because I like you, he says, patting me on the back.

-So I'll have to leave you I have my own journey ahead of me, I hope you win this clan battle and as we will surely not see each other again so I bid you farewell.

-Wait, I've got something to offer you.

-I'm listening.

-What If you come with us.

-Me, but I'm useless, I'm blind, I can't do anything.

-You don't know this, but there aren't only warriors in our clan we also have Shamans.

-Shamans ?

-Yes, Shamans are like magicians, except they study more the soul and the elements.

-What good does it do me to know all this?

-I think you have the talent to be one.

-Do you really think so?

-Yes, and my eyes have never lied to me when I see someone, I can tell if they're talented or not, and you're talented.

-Can you let me think about it?

-Yeah, you have until tomorrow. If you don't come tomorrow, we'll have left without you.

-All right, and rest assured tomorrow I'll be there."

So I left for the village to say goodbye to Goultar. When I arrived, I went to his house and knocked on his door with my stick. He opened the door and jumped at the sight of me,"Cropta, is that you?

-Flesh and blood and make less noise you risk to wake up the whole village and if the villager wake up and find me, They might try to kill me. Can we go in your home. I need to talk about something important. So Goultar let me into his house while checking to see if anyone was outside. -So what's up, my friend?

I told him what just happened. -It's extraordinary what's happening to you.

-Yes, it is. I was scratching my head and smiling

So you've come to say goodbye.

-Yes, after I lost my eyesight, I had lost all hope, but I regained it.

-So what are you still doing here?

-Go see this Urg something.

-Yes, I'm going there right now.

I'm hugging him, -you'll always be my friend.

-I know, and good luck." So I ran out to the Urgals waiting for me. "What are you doing here it's not even the next day?

I took a deep breath and said I the future shaman of the tribe must not keep his clan waiting.

-Guys did you heard what he said, he said Hgabdj dkdeoo kdefrfl ldirfitg k iitiitg. Suddendly a giggle took all the Urgals.

-What did you tell them? -Just what you just told me, so you're really ready?

-Yes, we can go." After three days of walking we arrived in front of huge boats. During these three days Gnar, the Ulgar with whom I speak, taught me some of the customs of the clan. Like how to become a warrior for that you have to kill a wild beast with your bare hands or he described the landscape to me. This place looks so beautiful compared to Mordor.

On the front of the boat I jumped out and shouted the biggest shaman in the world arrives Alagaësia.