Legend 125 - Herding Sheep

Legend 125 - Druids and Shepherds 
 
There once were two brothers. Both were Druids fond of adventuring, and
the two were as different as two people could be. The one was called Logar,
and he was arrogant and short-tempered. The other was named Jaxe, and he 
was a friendly and reserved fellow. 
One day the two of them were riding together over a field when they 
encountered an old shepherd. "Out of the way, old man! Can't you see 
two druids are coming your way. Make way with your sheep." said Logar. 
"Peace, Logar.", spoke Jaxe. "We have time". 
The old shepherd pushed his cap back and lifted his shepherd's crook. 
"Druids, eh? Lazy lot!", he spat on the ground. "Ride around the area 
all day and using magic to save them from real work." 
Logar had already drawn his scimitar half out of its scabbard, when his 
brother grabbed his arm. "Easy, Logar." 
"Pah, I bet you wouldn't last a week as shepherds without using your magic.
Honest work is not for the likes of you." The shepherd waved derisively. 
"WHAT? Laughable, I have already slain manu unnatural beasts to protect the land!
Herding sheep would be a vacation for me!" Logar was in a genuine rage. 
The old shepherd unwrapped something from a tattered blanket and showed 
it to them. "Old family heirloom. It's yours if you herd sheep for a 
week without using magic. If you can't last that long then I get your horses." 
The two looked at each other for a moment, then nodded; and their duty 
as shepherds began... 
A week later Logar had become quiet and stable. The sheep obeyed his 
every word. His brother by contrast only cursed, was aggressive, and 
had lost all manners. 
"You have won, here is your reward."The old shepherd held out the 
prize to them. "Keep it." said Logar. "It would not be honorable for a 
to accept..." "You've lost your mind!", Jaxe interrupted him. 
"Why else this woeful drudgery? Give me the prize!" Brutally Jaxe tore 
the packet from the old man's hands and knocked him down in the process. 
"And now, old man, I'll show you why you should give Druids your respect" 
Surprised, Logar moved to stop jaxe, but the scimitar was already in his 
hand, and Jaxe swung it down with full force -- only to see if deflected 
harmlessly be the shepherd's staff. A split second later an astonished 
and disarmed Jaxe lay on the ground. An unimposing shepherd's staff 
pressed on his head and drove him further into the dust. 
"Some things call forth what is otherwise not seen - and sometimes 
things simply change. You, Logar, have matured into a true Druid of the faith. 
You Jaxe, have lost your way and the path..." At this observation both of 
them were enveloped for a brief moment by a strange aura. Each had 
received his reward... then the old shepherd and his flock disappeared. 
Many believe it had been a manifest of Wyldwood itself, and for that reason many 
Druids and Priests of the faith still look toundergo this trial,
and spend a week herding sheep. But where do they find this Shepherd and his
flock of wayward sheep?