The serpent

On the edge of the fence that separates the Elected from the bulk of mankind sits a snake. It will tell you: You are a shaman, you can change the world just by willing it; You can be the first just by signing this.
It will show you wonders that will cut you from Godkind; You will start contracting and squeezing a name, naming an ailment, presenting a solution and be mesmerized by its tales of power, its intelligence.
It reassures you: You are still one! Pronounces it.
The snake will in fact give you a key to a gardenless fence. It will give a word and prompt you to find an enemy, one that does not corrolate or a meaning that fits nicelly. This is the snake and you kill it.

Cut it!
(I corroborate this)