Remembering the Path

As I being my journey with those seeking out the nightmare, I look back upon what brought me to this place and made me into the shaman I am today. I look back at 2 years ago, when I went to complete my Hunt upon the Great Roc Mountain.
 
That morning ,there was a fog in the air as we camped near the base of the Great Roc mountain. I prepared myself for my Hunt as this would be my first step into adulthood, my first step onto the path of becoming the next Chief. As I received the blessing of my Mother and the mark of my Father upon my back, I made my way up the mountain in search of my prey. Many of our kind hunted for sabers or bears and other formidable creatures of the ground. I wanted something more. I wanted a creature of the sky, the home of the Storm Mother's power. So I made my way further in search of the elusive Storm Hawk. These creatures are not only swift, but can control the elements in ways much like the Storm Mother herself. This makes them a worthy hunt for one looking to please the Mother.
 
As I neared the nesting grounds of the Storm Hawks, I looked up to see a storm approaching. This was perfect as the storms were where the Hawks loved to travel and would be the perfect location for the kill. I waited and the rain began to fall and among the clouds I could see a single bird begin to make their way in and out. Earlier, I had caught a small squirrel on the way up the mountain and had placed it tied to a stump so that the hawk would see the creature. I watched, breath held for the Hawk to spot the bait. All of a sudden, it closed its wings and began its decent towards the target. A grin filled my face as I held the bow in my hand, arrow ready. With speed like the lightning that gave it power, it fell and I waited. The arrow, placed on the rest of the bow slowly slid back towards my face as I drew. And closer the Hawk came. Soon...soon...THWAP I let loose the arrow as the Hawk collided with the squirrel. And there the Hawk died as the hunter had become the hunted.
 
The shot was clean and the beautiful hunter would soon give its last breath. I walked over and knelt down beside my prey and with a tear in my eye I looked into its eyes as its life faded. It looked back to me and for a moment, it seemed to smile. Confused I look closer at its eyes and there within them...was that lightning? As I saw a reflection of something more within the creatures eyes, a thunder crack erupted and a sound like a roaring river filled my ears. Then, I saw nothing but darkness.
 
After what seemed like only a few seconds I awoke, but I was not longer on the mountain. I was in a bed among our tents down in the valley. I looked over to see my mother sitting to the side, feeding my little sister. As I turned, a smile filled her face and she spoke to me these words, these words I will never forget and which stirred a storm within me.
 
"Storm Mother's blessed, once named Be'llor son of Freyja the speaker of the wind, and son of Deylin, killer of Longtooth, now named Be'llor caller of the Storm; it is time to begin your training."