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Author�s
note: And welcome to chapter 2!�
A long ass time in coming yesyes�� But the story begins to pick up now and
hopefully I will have the discipline to upload at a regular basis! �But�� Probably not :
D� Enjoy!

Chapter 2

10 years later�

When morning broke over the craggy
skyline of Kalimdor, the sky was crystal clear and a heavenly blue over the
rolling fields of Mulgore and Thunder Bluff a powerful silhouette in the
distance from the small village of Aykwani.� A tightly knit Tauren settlement, it was
founded and then populated by families and elders no longer interested in
battle or military service and those wanting to retire to a peaceful life in
the grasslands their people so adored.�
Nothing more than a small market, a water well, a single windmill and
places of worship stood among the austere, painted huts of the peaceful
people.� A people whose daily lives were
consumed with their farms and families and who cared little for the strife and
war that scarred Azeroth�s history.� The morning that found it was like any other;
families and friends greeted each other with warmth as they rose for their
daily chores, farmers came lumbering in with overflowing carts and bushels to
set up shop, and the usual bellowing cry of one of the more infamous locals
rang loud and clear across the square to signal the true start of the day.

�ENOKI!�

A collective gasp rose from the
vendors and artisans, and the sea of Tauren
parted obligingly to make way for the legendary ghostly tan blur as it sped
through the dead center of town panting excitedly.� Huffing and trailing after the speeding ghost
wolf, as always, was Inali, staff in hand and a sour look on his face as he
chased after his adoptive grandson and excused himself repeatedly to the people
he had to bump his way through.

�ENOKI!� Oh pardon- I- Oh sorry!� Earthmother!�
Bless this weary heart of mine, I am getting far too old for this�� he
wheezed as he trotted after the Troll, bemoaning the day he had ever showed him
the spell, �Enoki slow down!� Wait for
me!�

Enoki, sadly, was always far from
earshot even by lupine senses by the time Inali ever managed to catch up to
him, a wolfish grin on his muzzle as he ran through the waving plains.� He had grown fast and strong as any
respectable Troll in the care of the old bull, and at fifteen years old he was
faster, stronger, and more agile than most of the Tauren in his village could
ever hope to be.� He also had a uniquely
fierce, visceral connection to the elements of the world which Inali had not
ignored, though he wished his pupil in Shamanism would take his studies a bit
more seriously.� Enoki seemed content to
call upon the form of the sacred wolf and gallivant around the village and
surrounding fields delighting his friends rather than focus on meditating and
communicating with the earth.� Though
despite that he still always trailed doggedly behind as they made their way
each morning to the tree beside the river where they would conduct their
training.� There was as much hope in his
heart as there was potentiality in the young Shaman in training, and as much
frustration in the elder as spunk in the wily creature.

Enoki ran as fast as his legs could
carry him in his own private race, tongue lolling out of his mouth and tail
perked high in delight.� He leapt over
the old fallen tree that always lay in his path effortlessly, darted his way
around a few lazy, wind weathered rocks in a nimble zigzag and howled
victoriously to the sky as he finally spotted the single ancient and gnarled
tree under which he had spent countless hours with his Grandfather.� He lowered his head, brilliant green eyes
blazing, and charged.� The wind whistled
through his fur, blades of grass slapped and snapped as he plowed through them,
but he was swift as the wind and flew with grace and precision.� He took a final dramatic leap and landed neatly
at his goal, tail wagging, and paws perched on the crumbling bark of the tree.
Enoki looked behind him with ears pricked up to see if his Grandfather was even
close and grinned when he could see no sign of the old Tauren.� With a soft white glow and a misting of smoke
he shed the wolf form and rose to his natural state again to wait.�
He had grown into a tall,
powerfully built young Troll with a broad shouldered, slender and imposing
physique and a handsomely angular face.�
In accordance with his tribal traditions, when he had come of age he had
tattooed an austere and attractive series of brilliant golden yellow and white
markings on his face as well.� He had let
his fiery red hair grow wild in a blaze behind his head, save for the bottom
section at the nape of his neck where he had tied off a long rat tail ponytail
that reached his waist in a leather strap with several brightly colored
feathers.� His tusks had become long and
proud and bright red hair had just begun to grow along his jaw line to usher
him fully into adulthood.� The creature
of brutal grace and cheerful nonchalance watched like a predator for his prey
but only the wind flattened the blades of grass over his path.

It usually never took Inali so long
to catch him, so worriedly Enoki climbed into the tree to crouch and search
further from an aerial vantage.� His long
pristine ears decorated in many simple silver rings stood erect to listen and
much to his relief the distinctive thudding of Inali�s hooves in the grass soon
drew closer.� The old bull gasped for
breath as he jogged wearily to their usual spot and once beneath the kind
boughs of the tree he stopped at last.�
He doubled over, hands on his knees, and panting as Enoki cheered in
delight and flipped backward from the branch.

He hooked his legs deftly around
the limb to slow and ease his fall and turned a flip midair to land crouched
delicately on all fours.

�Hah!� I beatcha again Grandda!� he chorused in his still accented Orcish as he leapt to his feet and loped to Inali�s side with
a grin.

Inali managed a smile and shook his
head in dismay as he raised a hand to cover a cough.

�You�� Always win young one�� You have an unfair advantage,� he choked
amicably even as he sat heavily and fell into a coughing fit.

Enoki frowned,
he had been coughing more and more lately, and laid a hand on his grandfather�s
shoulder as he knelt beside him.

�Grandda?� Yah
alright�?� M�sorreh,
I didn� mean�� the Troll stuttered awkwardly.

Inali shook his head and raised a
hand to wait for the coughing to subside.

�No�� he began at length, �Do not
be sorry, it is merely age catching up with me.�
Make no excuses for the energy of youth, I may be old but I still
remember what it is.�

Enoki grinned brightly and Inali flopped a hand affectionately atop his head to reassure him
he was forgiven.� He ruffled the thick
red hair with a doting smile, but smoothed it back again with the tenderness of
a parent and urged his grandson and pupil to take his usual spot in front of
him.�

�Come, it is time to focus and
begin our training for today.� I have
many things I want to discuss with you, something�� Of great importance.�

Enoki quickly obeyed and sat cross
legged across from him with bright emerald eyes alert and attentive.� As always, Inali closed his eyes and waited a
moment in silence before he began his lesson.�
He listened to the wind in the tree, felt the solid earth beneath him,
the cool bubbling of the stream beside them, and let the gentle heat of the
fiery sun seep into his old bones.� Only
once he had given himself, body and mind, to the elements did he speak again.

�Enoki�� he began, never opening
his eyes, �Do you know why I chose this place for our training?�

Enoki, having lost the
aforementioned concentration moments after Inali had closed his eyes and been
distracted by a brightly colored dragonfly skipping and hovering over the
glassy stream, looked up with a lost glaze over his emerald eyes and a guilty
twist of his mouth.

�Huh?�

Inali grunted with displeasure and
resisted the urge to break his concentration to rap his grandson over the head
with his staff.

�Enoki�� You have to focus child.� If you do not focus, cultivate your
connection to the elements, you will amount to nothing more than a street
magician setting fire to hoops for your trained cats,� he said evenly.

Enoki gasped in delight.

�Yeh can
train cats?� he asked eagerly, �Like tah do what kinda tricks?� Like- Ow!�

The young Troll was cut off by a
yelp of pain as the feathered staff finally rapped neatly over his head.� He pinned his long ears back to his skull and
grumbled something decidedly foul in Zandali under
his breath as the Tauren drew in a shuddering breath, a stern crease in his
weathered forehead as he continued.

�I know what that means young
man!� And this is precisely what I am
talking about�� Enoki.� You have shown such great natural aptitude
for the elements, you command them with confidence and they heed your call
without question, but you lack discipline.�
Without a peaceful spirit you cannot hope to control the wildness of
nature,� he said quietly.

Enoki listened at last but his ears
pricked up indignantly and his long, beak-like nose wrinkled.

�I got discipline!� he protested,
�I doin� fine see?�

He raised an open palmed hand and
let an abrupt bright plume of fire erupt from it with a rakish grin and closed
his fingers viciously with a flurry of sparks to extinguish it.� Inali sat unmoving and shook his head
heavily.� He could feel the heat and hear
the crackling blaze; there was no need to see it to know of Enoki�s showy
boasting.

�There is so much more to Shamanism
than lighting fires and turning into a wolf Enoki�� he said mournfully,
�I�� Will not be here forever, and before
I leave the mortal plane to rejoin my ancestors I want to be able to teach you
that��

The Troll�s ears plummeted, his
expression softened gravely and his emerald green eyes widened.� He could not bear to think of life without
his Grandfather, without the man who had saved his life and raised him as his
own without any thanks or request.

�N-Naw�� Grandda yeh gonna be around a good while,
don� be sayin� stuff like dat.� I listen,� the red-head said softly as he
inched closer to him in worry of reminders of mortality.

Inali smiled victoriously to
himself and finally opened his eyes.

�You align yourself too heavily
with fire my boy,� he sagely drawled, �You must find balance�� The swift tranquility of the Water, the
fierce solidarity of the Earth, the invisible capriciousness of the Wind, and
the raging power of the Fire�� Without
all four in your soul you cannot hope to learn true peace and you will not be a
true Shaman.�

Enoki listened, his ears pinned
back to his head and his heavy brow furrowed.

�But yeh
taught me all dat,� he added in frustration, �Grandda I dunno whatcha tryin� tah tell me.�

Inali chuckled and sat up as best
his creaky bones would permit to reach to his belt and draw out a small
ceremonial dagger with beads and feathers dangling from the hilt.

�Because you are not listening,� he
told him firmly and cupped a hand around the gleaming sharp blade.

Before Enoki could even protest
Inali had wrapped his fingers tightly around cold steel and jerked the blade
across his palm.� The Troll covered his
mouth in helpless confused horror while the bull opened his bleeding hand and
displayed it to him with calm instruction.�
Silently and majestically the old Tauren held out his other hand and his
youthful pupil watched in amazement as it sprang to life with glimmering green
light.� He brought his palms together in
a serene, slow movement and just as quickly as he had made the wound it sealed
as he performed the simple healing spell.�
He looked up at Enoki when he was done and a heavy pang of
disappointment sunk through him at the look of mute bewilderment and shock on
his angular face.� He had been tragically
correct about his still feral ward.

�You have even forgotten that
Shamans are healers�� Inali whispered, �You have forgotten that it was my magic
that saved your life when you were but a child��
And you are not a child any longer Enoki.� You are fifteen, nearly an adult in the
Darkspear tribe.� I regret that I cannot
perform the Troll rites of manhood for you, but we here in Aykwani consider you
as such regardless, and it is about time you started to act it.�

Enoki shrunk back as he listened to
the always aggravatingly calm scolding from his grandfather, embarrassed and
riddled with guilt.� It was often easy to
forget for him.� He had never needed his
healing and turning into a wolf and playing with fire were far more entertaining.

�I�� the red-head began weakly,
hanging his head, �M�sorreh Grandda��

That was all Inali needed to hear
and he nodded approvingly in silence before resuming his stance of
meditation.� Enoki quickly followed suit
and crossed his legs, feet on either interior of his thighs and his fingers
pinched loosely together atop his knees.

With the energetic Troll tempered
and focused they were finally able to complete a full meditation and prayer and
begin the healing lesson in the peace of the four elements drawn so closely
together.� Enoki endured the quiet
listening and praying to summon the healing powers of nature and followed
Inali�s instructions exactly to the word but to no avail.� As he tried again and again and each time
failed he felt his already fragile patience wearing thin.� The day trailed on, however, and despite his
own regenerative abilities, as the sun was setting low in the west and bathing
the grasslands of Mulgore in crystal golden light he was finally able to seal
the last bit of a shallow cut into his own hand.� He showed it with pride to his grandfather
who smiled warmly and finally nodded in approval.

�Good, good Enoki, now you are
listening to me, remember this day and you will grow to be-� he began, but
trailed off when a sudden and foreboding wind blew over the land, through
Inali�s wiry grey mane, and carried with it an excited shout sounding over the
meadow.

�Enoki!� Enoki, are you out here?� Hurry up hurry up you have
to come see this!�

He looked up at the call of his
name just in time to see the young male Tauren calves he usually played with
trotting excitedly toward him.� They
stopped a few yards from where the duo sat, tails wagging and hands fluttering
urgently for him to follow.� He grinned,
long ears standing upright, and waved to them before he turned to his
grandfather pleadingly.

Inali winced, wanting to continue
the lesson after Enoki had finally done something right.� The exuberant, curious expression on the
Troll�s face was undeniably persuasive, and he smiled in defeat as he shook his
head and waved him off.

�Go,� the old bull chuckled, �We
will continue tomorrow��

Enoki cheered and leapt to his feet
instantaneously to charge off and join the others, all of the short-horned,
frizzy maned younglings whooping to have their friend
back and dragging him off.� They left
Inali sitting, silent and still as always, watching the sun set with heavy
heart and wondering if the fire in Enoki could ever be controlled.

The Troll could hardly care less
about his training or the ways of the elements as he coursed back through the
fields with his friends, feet nimble over the warm earth as he trotted circles
and cart-wheeled around them.

�So what be so excitin� guys?�
Come on spill!� he laughed, hopping onto his hands and walking a few
steps forward.

Mokos, a
devious, cobalt grey-furred unspoken leader with the most impressively
developed horns of the small herd punched a fist into the air.

�You HAVE to see it to believe it
Enoki!� he piped.

�YEAH!� his second in command
chestnut-furred friend, Etaha, chimed in, �They came
in just a bit ago we can still catch them!�

�WHO?� the Troll
repeated with a laugh in both curiosity and playful frustration.

�Orcs!� From the military!� Mokos cried
out to have the final word, �And they have a Troll with them just like you
Enoki!�

Enoki�s emerald eyes went wide and
his stomach fluttered with excitement.�
He could barely remember what his own people even looked like, much less
how they acted and spoke.� He had not
seen other Trolls since the day of the razing of his village.

�Anoddah Troll like me?� A Darkspear?� he asked, quickening his pace
eagerly.

Mokos
gasped and stumbled to keep up with the swift footed shaman.

�I guess so, if he�s with Orcs.� Darkspears are the only ones in the Horde right?� he said.

Enoki needed to hear nothing more
before he sped ahead and left his herd lagging and complaining behind.� He forgot to even pause the moment it took to
conjure his ghost wolf form in his flighty exhilaration, his heart racing and
his eyes brilliant.� He sprinted full speed back to the edge of the village where
once he arrived he crouched low atop a small knoll to watch.� He flattened his ears against his head as he
sank into the lush grass and raised a finger to his lips to quiet the Tauren calves
as they finally caught up with him and followed his example eagerly.

Down in the village square a small,
weary battalion of Orcs stood in full Horde regalia,
their dented, beloved weapons propped against battle-hardened, scarred bodies
and a small gathering of villagers swarming around them.� They offered food and water in adoration
which the soldiers gratefully took as they waited patiently for the Elder to
arrive to ask humbly for lodging.� Enoki
bobbed his head as he scrambled curiously along the ridge and searched
desperately for any sign of one of his own.�
There was a shuffle of feet as the chief and elder arrived, the Orcs moving to greet him with the respect he was owned, and
the crowd parted to reveal him at last.

He stood crooked and rakish among
the craggy, mountainous bodies of his Orc
brothers.� His rich blue skin rippled
over his lanky, slender form, and his wild purple hair stood in a carefully
arced Mohawk over his head.� Long ears
flicked, laden with rings, feathers, and marked with years of battle and his
tusks jutted proudly from his jaw adorned with silver and golden bands.� The Troll was dressed in the same uniform
armor as the Orcs but he held a wicked looking rifle
over his shoulder and a sleek black jungle panther was curled obediently by his
feet.� A fresh sprig of seeded grass
twitched and swayed between his lips as he waited and his sun disc yellow eyes
glinted coy and sharp as he watched the surroundings.

Enoki�s jaw dropped in awe of the
warrior, taken by every inch of him and his handsome razor armored glory.� His cheeks burned with warmth to look upon
him and he found himself magnetically leaning closer over the safety of the
hill.� Mercifully, before he could topple
over several hands reached out and snagged the waistband of his trousers and
jerked him skittishly back.

�ENOKI!� Mokos hissed into his ear, �You wanna
give us away and make us look lame?�

Enoki shook his head dumbly, eyes
still trained down on the rugged older Troll.�
He was drinking greedily of every sight he could get of him, his
powerful body, the way his back curved and muscular legs bent.� Even the way he held his gun askew, loosely
in his weathered three-fingered hands as if it were a part of his body and the
way his lips curled over his tusks in a permanent smug little grin intoxicated
the youngling in a way he had never felt before.� As if he could sense the stare, the hunter�s
ears quivered and he turned his head knowingly.�
Emerald irises met glowing amber for a brief moment and connected two
Trolls across the short distance seeing, knowing each other in one silent
moment of understanding.� The hunter gave
the moment pause, smirked and raised a hand in salute jauntily to the red-head
before he finally returned to the business at hand.

Enoki was left flushed, starry-eyed
and staring blatantly with his jaw hanging slack as the elder of the village
finally made his decree.� They were a
peaceful village, and as such heavily invested in anything that could keep that
peace so everyone was ready and willing to do what they could to support the
military that fought for them.� Enoki
only returned to reality once he heard the ancient bull ask who would give the
soldiers refuge for the night.� His ears
stood straight up and he looked frantically for his Grandfather.

�We got room!� he said to no one in
particular and leapt to his feet anxiously, certain the Troll would be the
first to receive an offer for a place to stay.

�Huh?� one of the calves began, �Eno what are you-�

The Troll was long gone, clambering
in a flash of red hair and upset blades of grass down the hill and to the
crowd.

Unbeknownst to him, Inali had done
his best to catch up and see for himself what the ruckus was all about and had
been standing in the back of the crowd for some time.� He watched his Grandson up on the hill with
longing regret at the look in his eyes to see one of his people and knew
despite all his guidance and love for the boy, he was no substitute for one of
his own kind.

The old shaman had done his best to
raise him, he knew also, but he knew little of the Trolls, even less of the
Darkspear tribe in particular and Enoki�s curiosity was endless as the
oceans.� The greatest of Inali�s
knowledge of his people had always been mere raindrops across it for the young
Troll.� He saw him tumble clumsily down
the hill with gusto and closed his eyes with a tragic smile, knowing what he
needed to do.

The revered old bull shuffled
forward on his staff and raised a hand to the crowd of soldiers that were
already drifting toward friendly invitations and gestured toward the violet maned Hunter.� His
ears pricked up and he smiled cordially.

�Honored brother of the Darkspear
Tribe,� he began slowly, �Please, I implore you to accept my home as yours for
the night, for you see I have raised one of your own, orphaned as a child, and
I feel he would benefit most strongly from your presence.�

The troll stood dumbfounded for a
moment before all the pieces fit together.�
The red-head on the hill, the nervousness and awe radiating from him,
and he raised a finger cheerily in the air.

�Oh ho!� So dat young�un up dere on de-� he began before something warm and hard plowed into his
side with a flurry of long gangly limbs and bright crimson hair.

�ACH!� S-Sorreh mon!� Sorreh!� Enoki spluttered as he reeled back, cheeks as red as the
messy locks covering his face.

�Enoki!�
Inali gasped in mortified horror, �Look
where you�re running, please!�

His grandfather�s words were lost
on him however, because he was standing in the presence of the most magnificent
creature he had ever seen.� The younger
Troll could hardly think of what to say, he had forgotten all of the
traditional Zandali formal greetings, even the Orcish ones or the way the Tauren greeted strangers.� The Hunter for the moment was occupied by tripping
over his panther who skittered out of the way with an
indignant snarl as her master hopped deftly on one foot and steadied
himself.� He laughed despite it and
grinned rakishly at the spirited young Shaman in training.

�Ah, so here we have de little
sneak!� he guffawed, �No wondah yeh
look like yeh seen a ghost!� Poor little ting, ain� seein� one a�yah own kind in all dat time.�

Enoki managed a tiny squeak and
nodded as he finally came up with a polite bow.

�U-Uh!� Yah!� I
uh, er what I be sayin� is�� I
well!� It jes� dat!� he stuttered gracelessly, gesturing wildly with his
hands.

�What he is saying is the same as
what I just did, he merely confirms my thoughts on the matter,� Inali finished
sadly.

Watching the worship of the older
Troll about his young ward was painful in a way he had never experienced.� For the first time in Enoki�s near ten year
stay with him, he felt as if he had failed him.

�Please, I insist.�

The Tauren turned with his words
and started off toward his hut while violet haired hunter smiled and laid a
strong, rough hand on Enoki�s shoulder.

�Heh,
well, guess I be comin� tah
witchoo two!� he piped as he nudged the boy forward.

Enoki squawked and tottered
unsteadily after Inali, his wide emerald eyes still trained on the hunter as he
shuffled jauntily beside him panther in tow.

�Uh, y-yah mon!� It be an honah!� True honah!� I not seen anoddah
Troll since I was a tiny whelp!� he piped, suddenly remembering to thrust out
his hand, �Mah name be Enoki, an� you?�

A broad, violet skinned and
three-fingered hand closed around his and shook it firmly, puckish golden
yellow eyes glinting with joy.

�I be Jyota�� Pleased tah make
yah acquaintance!�
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