Those thoughts led her to remembering the surprise and excitement of when the spark of magic was found within her by the High Shaman, as he made his rounds through her village and tested each child. The Human race had been abolished from the use of magic by the gods, or so it was said, and only a select few would be gifted with magic. A gift only to be used in the service of his or her people, as the sin of humanity for abusing its great gift in magic left scars both across the land, and across the memory of the peoples of Keros. The banishment of the entire race to the Terrestrian Forest was only the punishment dealt by mortals.

Arela shook herself out of her reverie, and straightened up her bed. She took a simple bone comb out of her clothes box and ran it through her long hair which flowed down most of her back to her upper thighs. Her hair was another point of pride, as the long hair would mark her as a shaman to others just as clearly as the white frock she would wear upon completing her final trial.