Sometimes a glance was enough to have a clear-cut opinion of a person, by example when Ritona shaman of the Tarbella had held in her round arms the son of her chief; she directly knew that something was wrong about him. The boy called Briavel was a young and wealthy baby, with chubby skin, like many other ones, he had brown hair common to the tribes and green eyes which began to cry when he saw her. It looked healthy for a baby, so why is her body shivering?

 The shaman never had any evidence each time she tried to get a vision. Ritona never sees anything wrong about him., during his childhood, she made many rituals, but all of them revealed that he was an ordinary baby without problems, however more the time passed, more worried she was.

Briavel was a lone genius, a true one he learned to walk and spoke very early and revealed a great aptitude to learn. She couldn't explain it rightfully, but he was too perfect even if he didn't have any friend this boy was still amiable and liked by everyone, as if Briavel always knew what he needed to say to his interlocutor. She was sure of this something need to be done, even if she didn't have any proof or else she would regret this all her life.

It was for that that during a cloudy afternoon she walked through, the different buildings of the village until the further west,  to find the main building, made of a mixture of wood, grass, and stubble as the others, its particularity was his size. This structure was big enough to shelter over a hundred people. She knocked directly on the door, knowing that the village chief was alone at this instant. Her leader opened the wooden door and smiled before welcoming her.

She entered in the house and headed straight for the central room where there was a fireplace;  even if she was a shaman, she still had a chilly nature and loved to be near a friendly and welcoming fire.

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Her interlocutor didn't interact with her directly. He quietly sits down, sitting on the floor to face her. He was wearing his usual narrow pants accompanied by a short colored shirt highlighting his brown hair and green eyes.

- "What did you want to talk to me in private?" Asked her interlocutor calmly.

After a few instants of hesitation, she started to talk and explained that she wouldn't support Briavel as the heir of the clan, he should even be excluded of the tribe in the future, he was too dangerous.

Alwin watched his best friend with disbelief, so his son was weird, he always knew this, but to this extent, it was a shock for him because Ritona often talked about her doubt, but she never finds something against him, so he thought that she would finally accept him.

He quickly gathers his thoughts before starting to speak, and he looked at his interlocutor right in her blue eyes, it was evident that she feels guilty of this, she didn't want to accuse the son of his best friend to be abnormal, but it was her duty.

- "So you will acknowledge my daughter as my heiress, it's for that you decided to talk about this," he declared murmuring to himself but with enough noise to be heard by her interlocutor.

- "I'm sorry, even if he's a genius who everybody likes, he should not inherit the title of chief when you die, I don't trust him." She was pained, and he only needs to hear his voice to know this.

Briavel was his only son and a genius, and he was sure that he would make great things in the future, but Ritona opinion was too important, his son couldn't become chief without her support. The other heiress will be Alwin daughter she was also brilliant, and he trusted her, but his soldiers will not allow this, they know about Briavel talent, and they wanted to follow him.

- "So we will need to get rid of him, to lower his position in this village." These words were pronounced with pain and sorrow.  "Since Oxstana wanted to send his son to the druidic establishment, I will accept." Her wife thought that he had a talent for magic, and tried to throw him here; he will use the five years of education to deepen the social position of her daughter in the clan to soften the soldier's reaction when they learn about his succession.