Draft
Draft
"Focus!"
...
"Ven!"
The elder finally managed to gain the young boy's attention. The white-haired boy finally turned back to the elder of his tribe who was trying to teach him how to wield a spear.
Ven's training has been far more extensive than that of any of his peers. That is to say that there were not many other children near his age in the tribe of near sixty individuals.
They lived a simple life, but each one of them was born with innate magical abilities. Natural magic to be specific. About half of the tribal members were shapeshifters of some form, and the other half could control a natural element. Each one was trained in their abilities from a young age, but Ven was being trained in more than just his ability.
Baha'Ven was one of the shapeshifters of the tribe. All the shapeshifters could transform into a wild beast, but when Ven first shapeshifted, he turned into a blue dragon, a magical beast. The tribal elders had never even heard of such an ability being possible and revered the ability. Which to Ven's chagrin, meant being trained relentlessly in all aspects of the tribal life. The elders believed him to become one of the greatest chieftains ever to lead the tribe.
However, today during training, Ven had noticed something the elder hadn't. Zolya, a boy a year younger than Ven, was sneaking nearby and using his innate control over cold and ice to freeze the field near the elder. When the elder stepped forward to continue the spar, he stepped on some frozen mud and was thrown off balance. Ven took advantage and attacked, gaining a quick advantage and managing a quick succession of successful strikes.
"Zolya!" The elder was frustrated by the interference.
"Mind your surroundings," Ven coyly repeated some training words he has been told many times. He was pleased with himself because he was less than tolerant of the relentless training that the elder's persisted on him.
"That's enough for today," growled the elder. The twenty-something year old left the training field with an exasperated grumble.
Zolya and Ven embraced each other briefly before Ven gathered his large hooded cloak. It was the only apparel he wore apart from an anklet that Zolya had gifted to him. Zolya wore a simple red scarf and a belt that held a dagger and a water pouch.