They said it needed to be done, the ritual to seal his fate.

So it began.

Ghosts.

Shadows.

Doubt? Pain. He wanted so badly to cry out, to give up, to make it all stop.

Chaos... Reality melting away into something unstable.

He was certain he was losing his mind.

Moon rising, moon setting. Stars spin through the sky for all eternity.

You must survive this ordeal...

Familiar... Faces he knew yet did not recognize flashed past.

Blur of light... Blue all around...

For the sake of our tribe... Your tribe.

Canines, felines. Friends, foes; allies, enemies. Sometimes both.

Affection, longing, hatred... All amid a dance beneath the full moon.

And he found himself wondering if it was the future he saw, or merely forgotten memories...

Is this what it means... to lead?