The stories of our past teach lessons for the future. Should we be unfortunate enough for history to repeat, we need only to look back on those legends for the answers,
The Legacy: Maintaining the Balance
Before the world as we know it came to pass, there was a bond forged with the spirit of man and the Goddess Mother. She would provide all they needed to live and they would never be left wanting. All she asked was to keep the balance between spirits and nature. The spirit of man agreed and a bargain was struck. For centuries, the men were faithful to Goddess Mother and did not take her gifts for granted. The men warred among themselves, fighting for power and greed, killing one another for less. While it pained her to see blood shed across her soil, it did no good to meddle in the affairs of man. So long as they remained faithful to their accord, she would continue to provide. Slowly, the men grew more forgetful of their pact and took on other faiths where The Goddess was omitted from the scriptures. She was cast aside, a forgotten deity, and men no longer maintained their end of the bargain. Goddess Mother grew angry and scornful, unleashing her wrath upon the land. She scorched the great oasis, reducing it to a barren desert while conjuring great cyclones to possess the sky, blackening the sun and consuming anything caught in their mighty winds. Mother decided to punish man for his insolence, for his selfishness, even if that meant there would be none to remain. After much devastation and suffering, man began to call out for help to their voiceless gods, once again forgetting their promise to her. Deepening her resolve, Goddess Mother answered with a massive flood to cleanse herself of the scourge called man, never again to feel the sting of such wanton disregard. In the distant recesses of the plane, a small voice rang out, calling out to Goddess Mother. It begged for salvation and forgiveness for the wickedness man had bestowed upon her. If only for a second chance, the voice sang, they would devote their affections to Mother once again. While not the whole of man would follow, these few would keep the solemn promise and never again forget their place. They would be named for Mother, as her embodiment in physical form, and possess her ethereal affinities, if she would allow it. Goddess Mother bestowed her gifts upon these few, and they became her vessels. She called them Shaman, for her name was Sha and it was only fitting they took her name. They were the guardians among men - keeping the balance and restoring man's good fortune. They were bound to Sha in spirit and therefore granted her gift of immortality for so long as they allowed their spirit to take form in her realm. For generations, they passed along the teachings of Sha in order to keep their promise to her. Shaman became the healers, guides, and often the protectors of their brethren as they possessed and otherworldly guidance others were not privy to. They walked the line between worlds and held steady with their promise to Sha made at the inception of their new world. They would maintain the balance between the realms as she dictated; a life for a life, a soul for a soul, an eye for an eye. This was the price they must pay--the legacy of their people. It was the Shaman way.