As the tribe's only Spellcaster, Feather understood very well that he had been burdened with the responsibility of leading his people since birth.
There weren't many Lizardmen in this land qualified to become shamans.
Wild Magic gave them the possibility of evolution.
But few could find the true meaning of magic through that evolution.
Anyone who drew power from nature and wove it into wondrous spells would be revered by the tribe as a shaman—a child of the gods who communicated with nature, and a guiding beacon for the tribe.
This power could be recognized as soon as a shaman was born:
When they hatched, they would instinctively draw on the power of the Tide of Chaos and unconsciously cast a spell.
Sometimes, they would trigger Flame Burst or Earth Split, leaving the newborn shaman burned to ashes or dropping them straight into a fissure—
That was why the shaman birth rate was even more worrying than the tribe's overall birth rate.
The tribe's previous shaman had lived many years ago.
His name was Spitfire, because the flames he spewed from his mouth at birth had roasted several eggs beside him. The eggs were offered up as Spitfire's nourishment, becoming his first proper meal.
A little over a decade after Spitfire became a shaman, a savage Earth Dragon stomped him to death.
After that, the Lizardmen were led by Short Tail.
His tail was short, but his limbs were long. Every Lizardman descended from Short Tail's bloodline was naturally more agile and stronger than their kin, and each could become a tribal leader.
Short Tail, in turn, became the tribe's king.
That was, until Feather was born.
The Lizardmen took their names from Dragon Language. They gave each member simple names based on some striking action or behavior.
Feather was