Okay disclaimer, I don't own anyone except Meagan (so far at least) so any characters you don't recognize are MINE glares evily and I can use them whenever I wants to (and so can you I guess just tell people first)

Meagan slipped into a pale blue gown and swiftly added the white burnoose Kourem offered her. "I never wear breeches in civilization," she explained when she saw the shaman's face "I feel naked around all of those men in just a tunic and breeches, but I would never travel in womans clothes, not after what happened the last time I did."

"What?" Karra asked as she stepped into the tent.

"I was beset by bandits" was the grim answer "they stole Silver and my mother's jewelrey, I'm thankful that George Cooper taught me the theifs art, or I would never have gotten them back."

Now both the shaman's eyes widened "you know George Cooper, the one that is Lady Allanna's husband?"

"yes I know George," she sighed her eyes misting over "he took me in when I was a homeless babe riding around the city on Silver and took me to his mother to raise. I can never thank him enough for what he did for me, but I never could stand sitting around in a house acting like a proper lady, and so one day, silver and I ran and we've been wandering since then, it's been 6 years since I saw either of them."

A small drum sounded from the center of the village signaling it was time to commune with the Voice of the Tribes. Soon it was joined by the drum of the shaman school and those of visiting tribes. The three women walked slowly towards the place where the drums were. They sat down around the fire and a murmur went up among the tribesmen "I shall settle it all AFTER I speak to the Voice." The voices died down immediately.

As the tribes spoke with the Voice Meagan reached into herself finding the beautiful place where she went when she meditated. As she pulled loose strands of magic into their proper places, a vision came. Ayoung Bazhir man stood before her, his dark brown eyes filled with sorrow. His mouth never moved but his voice echoed within her. "I am the promise of the Voice he sees you and wishes you to know that our paths will meet and our destiny's are intertwined. Find me and find out who you truly are."

Meagan snapped into reality, all eyes were on her, as if they knew something she didn't. "What?" she said suddenly "have I done something wrong?"

"Not at all dear," an elderly woman smiled "it is just that we all feel that you are to shift the balance, it was in the air around you after we finished with the Voice."

"Oh," she sighed, this is what the old woman meant when she said I would find adventure here she thought "May I have some water?"

A glass was handed to her and she drank as the Bloody Hawk's Shamans began to read from an old book. Inscribed on its cover in gold scrawling print was the word, Ishak.

"It means divine word child," the old woman, who's name Meagan found out later was Mari Fahrar "but a boy by that name also studied to be a shaman with the girls before the accident."

"what accident?" Meagan asked quietly.

"Later" was the only responseshe got before the old woman turned her head towards the samans who were clothed in unnatural light with their hair blowing up in the breeze.

"It is done," Kourem said when the light finnaly faded away, "the Voice and the gods agree that the new Headman of the Bloody Hawk shall be, Amman Fahrar, the younger son of Mari Fahrar."

A smile lit Mari's face as her younger son, stepped up to show himself to the people he would leave. Meagan's face showed her surprise to the world.

So that's the second chapter, will Amman be the young man in the dream? Hehehehe me be evil cause I no tell!!!!!!