Symbols - Chapter 2 (Prologue) @BethyBoo There were five altogether. Four were forged and melted by war. One was at peace. But this story isn't about the nice one. This story is about the one that won the war. The one that went into war as a human. The one that came out a shapeshifter. Two weeks. Three weeks. Four weeks. I stared at that crystal for so long I could no longer remember why. I was in the sky, amongst the clouds. Clouds scarred by war. You may wonder how a cloud can be scarred? Well, I'll explain to you why. My name is Amifox, or Mifo as some have come to call me. I look like a human, in fact, technically, I am a human. But really, I am what you call a Shaman. The smart ones down beneath the clouds say we have magic, that we are the wisest of the tribes. They're wrong. We don't have magic. Our "magic" is just part of our natural anatomy. A dictionary definition, if we had one, would be: 'A shaman is a creature capable of changing its molecular structure to fit its surroundings, or, of its own accord.' So there you have it. Just a chameleon. Except, we can go much further than colour. Let me introduce you to Malakor.