(See if you can guess what this is based on...)
Django stared up at the sky. Today he would start training to be a Shaman. Not that he particularly wanted to, but his father was pushing him towards it. His mother had been a Priest, and his father a Hunter. Why he wanted him to be a Shaman? He didn't know. All that he DID know was that he was going to be a Shaman and do his best to make his father proud. While he was thinking of all the things that were going on, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see that the village Shaman, Gan'Jin, was staring at him. "I see you do not wish to be a Shaman. Your soul tells me so. But it must be," Gan'Jin said. "I will do my best to train as one of your kind, as it is the wish of my father," Django replied. "
It was still very early in the morning as Gan'Jin took Django to the sacred Shaman grounds. "Your first lesson will be on Thunder Shock. For this, all you must do is focus all of your energy into your palms and think about electricity. To do this, concentrate as hard as you can to send your energy into your hands." Django was focusing very hard. He could feel energy and pressure building up into his hands. He focused on thunder, lightning, anything related to electricity. "Now, release the power," Gan'Jin said. Django released the pressure in his hands and felt a slight shock come out of his palms. A small bolt of lightning left his fingertips and the bolt disappeared just as fast as it appeared.
-TOO BE CONTINUED-