"See a Shaman is different from a necromancer.  Shamans understand what they are doing and as you said, they suggest actions.  Necromancers command their armies, not caring if any die.  To them, each fighter is a pawn and they are only used to get the leader closer to the goal." she said.

I arrive at the festival and sit down on some steps and wait, have they abandoned me?

"Come, we can talk as we walk," Ahna said, starting towards the cave, "You would be right there. Shamans would rather ask for a spirit's assisstance than take it. Unlike a necromancer who is unbound to what spirits they can call on, I can only call on the spirits of my ancestors. Unlike all other magic though, if I loose my bone, I loose what magic i can call on with it."

I buy some candy floss and bit into its fluffy bulk, the tastes exploding in my mouth.

"Where would I be?" she asked, confused by what Ahnah said as she got up and walked next to her.

"Necromancers force their will on those they control. Shamans ask for the assisstance from those they call on," she said, the remainining water in her fur begining to freeze, "While the magic used looks the same, a shaman's magic creats a strong emotional bond with the target, a necromancer's aims to destroy they targets will  to take control."

"So I would be niether for I ask for next to no assistance." she said.

Some fire dancers flip flaming bottels and well.. fire dance

"You would be more of a priest. You work to assisst the misstreated spirits of this world instead of calling on them. Chiei, Mira, Xis, and the other spirits you have helped have all had some dissaster happen to them that held them to this world. Even Archen could be counted among them as he was held to this world and you freed him from those binds," she said, "If that necromancer was your past life, then something in nature has brought you back as the opposite to correct the damage done, and in tern prove yourself for a much higher role."

Maybe they have abandoned me. A song I love come on and I jump up and dance to it at the end there is a little crowd cheering me on, a handsome man asks me for a dance, I accept and as if on cue a slow moving song comes up and I am twirled around the dance floor the minutes fly by andthe song ends, I am panting, I haven't danced like that in ages.

Frost arrives home. "Mayumi?"

"Yes dear, what is it," Mayumi  asked, not seeing the runes that covered Ffrost's body.

"So she still lives, and my son no longer walks this realm," the voice said.

"I just came to see you and check up," frost says nuzzling his wife.

"I take it things are going well," she said before the area began loosing all sense of color. Slowly, everything around Frost came to a halt. The fire Mayumi had started to keep warm, stood unmoving, no heat or light coming from the still flame.  "You may be of no relation, but Mayumi still holds a piece of Kor in her soul. She must return to Valenth and take her place," the voice said, take the form of a white flarion, stand in front of Frost in the world frozen in time.

"I feel a clarion aura..." she said.  "Excuse me for a sec."  She ran to Mayumi's home, feeling the aura.  She went through the barrier.  "Excuse me, but who in the name of larkspur are you and why have you not announced your presence in my forest." she asked the white flarion.  She was getting annoyed with all the creatures coming to her forest but not announcing themselves.  She had a whole forest to protect, yet there were unknown creatures coming in for reasons unknown.