I told him of the night the wind cut the campfires, and the old shaman’s eyes shone bright as the stars. He saw a young man who had feared the fire’s roar, but he stood tall, drew his bow, and let the arrow fly true. The elder said, “When the wind tests you, you choose to strike or to run.” The man heard that, felt the weight of the bow in his hand, and saw his own breath as a storm. He stepped forward, became my follower, and now he leads the next wave. That story—simple, honest—turned fear into loyalty.