The venom flowed through my veins like liquid fire, searing my nerves and setting my brain alight. Fever wracked my body, and my bones felt like ice.
I lay on the top of the sacred mountain for days, while the gods spoke to me.
I couldn’t sleep, despite my exhaustion. There were times when I wondered if I was still alive. I cursed the medicine man and his rattlesnakes for what they had done to my childhood innocence.
Eventually, I managed to crawl down the mountain and back to the village.
Raised from the dead, I have become a man.