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Chapter List
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Author�s
Note: Chapter 4 exists!� I do still
write!� Woohoo!� And a chapter that�s a bit longer than the
others have been and out a little sooner!�
Maybe I�m getting into the swing of this one?� Dunno! Enjoy!� 8D

Chapter 4

A golden, fiery sun rose over the
rolling emerald plains of Mulgore the next morning and touched Aykwani and its
dozing inhabitants with the misty, platinum sheen of dawn.� The sleepy little village roused slowly with
the sun as they did every morning; the shop keepers and farmers wended their
way to work, the embers from the communal fire pits were rekindled and stoked
to bright, crackling infernos, but in the midst of routine and regularity, the
elders had convened at the center of the village to hold a special breakfast
for their military guests.

The finest meats were brought out
from storage along with the most exotic spices from every corner of the
world.� The fresh fruit supply was nearly
exhausted to set out, peel, decorate or juice.�
Every egg from every nest had been gathered and cracked and skillets,
pots and spits all crackled and simmered with the melody of early morning
cooking.� There was so much to cook and
prepare to please the hungry soldiers armed with voracious Orcish appetites no
one noticed that something else was drastically different that morning.� No ghost wolf and no elderly Shaman master
had yet made their usual spectacle of leaving town for training in the fields.

Blissfully unaware, Inali lay in
peace sleeping late after he had been roused by voices in the wee hours of the
morning and spent what seemed like an eternity afterward still awake and
ruminating over the arrival of the enigmatic Troll hunter.� Enoki, having always needed to be woken up
forcibly in the morning, naturally was still out cold, sprawled over the
entirety of his bed on his back with lanky limbs spread and snoring loudly
through his long nose.� The only one in
the Ebonfeather household that had realized the time
seemed to be their esteemed guest, who had woken on Hunter�s instinct aided by
Sharvari�s sharp clawed insistence moments before first light.� He had dressed and cleaned himself quietly
and, remembering his pact with Enoki, gone to the stables to fetch his faithful
raptor and wait outside for the other.

When he failed to arrive at dawn as
they had promised Jyota had fairly well expected as much and hadn�t minded
waiting in the slightest.� He was
actually pleased he could go about his usual routine of training with his cat
and exercise her vigorously the way they did every morning in the peaceful
isolation of the steely early dawn; even if it was interrupted every now and
then by nagging, arousing thoughts of a certain ravishingly spirited redhead.

The time dragged tediously on just
the two of them until the exercise routine was long over, the sky was freshly
blue and the smoke from the breakfast fires streaked like flares toward the
rising sun.� Enough at that point was
quite enough and he shuffled his way back to the painted cabin of tanned hide and
wood with amusement.

His raptor followed obediently
behind tugged by his reins and Sharvari pranced light-footed ahead of him,
glistening and invigorated as she sniffed her way to Enoki�s window.� She sat heavily on her haunches outside the
way she would upon discovering prey while her master caught up and peered
deviously inside.� The sight that greeted
him there instantly brought a smile to his face.

Enoki�s bed was just below the
glassless window and he had an absolutely perfect view of the handsome Shaman
in repose.� His youthful face was
peaceful, but devious and wily in his dreams where his inner nature reigned
over the discipline engrained in him being raised by the much gentler spirited
Tauren.� The fiery red trail of his thin
ponytail draped around his nearly naked body like a line of flame and shone
brightly in the sharp rays of light filtering around him.� His powerful, chiseled chest rose and fell
undisturbed, but Jyota could only resist touching him for so long.

The Hunter reached down over the
wooden sill to heartily indulge himself and brushed
his knuckles over his high cheekbone and along the feathered red hair of his
jaw line.� Enoki�s chest filled sharply
with roused breath and he stirred, but did not wake, and Jyota drew back with a
snicker.

�Oi, hey!�
Enoki!� Wake up, mon!� he laughed.

An ear twitched at the sound of his
voice, a hand curled on the pillow, his brow furrowed, and after a few seconds
to allow his own name to percolate down into his groggy
mind he jerked upright, emerald eyes bleary and half lidded.

�M�up m�up!� he spluttered, rubbing his tusks and yawning as he
gestured out of habit toward the door where Inali would be standing, �J-Jes� five more minutes Grandda�?�

Merry laughter brimmed in Jyota�s
throat and he folded his arms on the window sill to plop his chin jauntily atop
them.

�Grandda?� Well
I certainly hope I ain� a Grandfathah!�
he crooned.

Enoki�s eyes snapped open starkly,
jarred at the smooth, accented voice in place of Inali�s, and he whipped around
to his window.

�JYOTA!� he cried upon spotting the
Hunter.

�De one an� onleh!�
he chirruped in response, �Now if I ain� mistaken, we
had a date dis mornin� fah oh say�� Bout dawn?�

Jyota didn�t even have to finish
his sentence before the Shaman had cried out with a dramatic leap from bed,
crashed into the trunk at the foot of it and flung it open frantically digging
through it for clothes.

�Ah JEEZ I slept in didn� I?� I so SORREH Jyota, I be out real soon!�

Jyota pursed his lips seductively
and clicked his tongue.� He would have
waited much longer to get a chance to see the red-head in only a short pair of
soft cotton sleeping shorts and nothing more, and he was enjoying the view far
too much to urge him to go any faster.

�Take all de time yeh need��

Fortunately, or unfortunately for
the Hunter, Enoki was too busy pulling on well loved knee length black leather
trousers with a simple sleeveless green tunic in a rush to leave to even hear
him.� Once he felt presentable, he
smoothed out his wild mane and picked up his usual feathered leather thong to
bind his ponytail low at the nape of his neck.

�Alrigh�
ready tah go,� he said as he tossed his hair back and
strode to the window, �I meetcha out front?�

Jyota of course already knew the
answer but he feigned a long and grave ponder complete with a furrowed, heavy
brow and a thoughtful hand on his chin.

�Hmmm, wait fah
yeh tah sneak around so yeh don� wake de old man, or sweep yeh
offa yah feet and whisk yeh off from yah windowsill on mah
noble steed?� he mused almost seriously, �Tough choice, but I gotta go wit� option numbah two!�

�Noble steed?� Whisk me?�
Whatcha mean by-� Enoki
began as he clambered atop his bed to look outside, but before he could finish
Jyota�s powerful arms darted in, encircled his slender waist and hauled him
heroically over one shoulder and out of the window.

The Shaman yelped in protest as he
left solid ground and his vision spun, but in a split second the other Troll
had gracefully righted him again and this time on the seat of a tooled leather
saddle strapped securely to the back of a magnificent brilliant green
raptor.� The beast chattered curiously
and glanced backward at the stranger in his saddle and Enoki stiffened, back
rigid as a post and hands clutching nervously at the saddle horn.

�Wh-What be dis?!� he squeaked.

Jyota laughed heartily as he
chucked a peace offering of jerky to the reptile for the extra passenger and
swung himself up onto his back as well in front of him.

�A raptor mon!� Don�
tell me yeh don� even know what a raptor is!�

Enoki immediately flung his arms
around the hunter�s waist in solid conviction his mount was about to buck him
and hissed into his ear.

�Course I know what one IS!� he
snapped, �I-I jes nevah
actually seen one!� Much less been tossed
on de back�a one!�

Jyota grinned and laid a comforting
hand on Enoki�s clamped solidly above his belt.

�Well den about time.� Yeh ain� no kinda Troll til yeh tamed an� ridden de
terror a� de jungle an� de pride of our race!� he proclaimed and took up the
reins theatrically, �Hold on tight kiddo!�

�W-Wait what about- I dunno how tah- Where we gonna-?�

The crack of the reins resounded in
the air and what feeble protests Enoki could offer were halted,
silenced and rendered useless before he could form a complete sentence as the
raptor obediently lurched into a full sprint.�
The Shaman screeched and snapped in terror into Jyota�s back, hiding his
face and squeezing his hard lithe body close.�
The village quickly whipped away around them and was left in the
distance as raptor sped from the Tauren settlement as nothing but an emerald
blur followed by the fiery red trail of Enoki�s ponytail sailing behind him in
the wind.

For what seemed like eternity all
Enoki could do was hold on for dear life against the jolting motion of the
reptile�s taloned feet over the plains with his eyes
squeezed shut and legs clamped firmly onto the saddle.� It was the single most jarring moment of his
life up until that point.� He felt dizzy
and sick, like his stomach was going to crawl up his throat, but thrust
headlong into the wild ride it was not long until his body grew strangely
accustomed to the motion and sank into place behind Jyota.� Aykwani was but a speck on the horizon when
something about the raptor suddenly felt natural as they rode aimlessly and
swiftly out into the green lushness of the tall waving grasslands and Enoki
managed to crack one eye open to survey.

As he glanced skittishly down he
found they were riding along the gentle peaks of a ridge of hills with the
riverbed at the base of the slope below them.�
The golden sun glistened off the babbling waters and the swift black
silhouette of the raptor and his riders flickered over the glassy surface.� Enoki�s breath caught in his chest at the
sight and his other eye opened as he finally raised his head to the wind and
peered over Jyota�s shoulder.� The hunter
glanced back and grinned crookedly when he felt Enoki finally unwind.

�Heh, yeh okay back dere mon?� he asked loudly over the sound of the rapid wind and
thundering talons in the grass.

�Y-Yeah!� I be fine!� Enoki
called back, a note of joy ringing brightly in his words, �Keep goin�!� I fine!�

His heart raced faster in his chest
as they rode on.� His muscles relaxed,
his body fell into the rhythm of the run and his arms slowly uncoiled from
Jyota�s waist.� The sick feeling had
morphed into a triumphant, weightless exhilaration.� He rose at last,
hands on the violet-haired Troll�s shoulders and thrust himself to the wind
above him, standing fearlessly on the back of the speeding raptor and whooping
to the sky.� Riding a raptor, as it
turned out, was as effortless as his own feet in wolf
paws over the Earth only ten times as fast and infinitely more thrilling.

�Can�t dis
beast run any fastah?� he hollered at length,
spurring Jyota on like the ride had always been his brilliant idea.

Jyota snorted, amused by the
youngling�s newfound enthusiasm and snapped the reins firmly against his
mount�s scaled neck.

�Yeh
asked fer it!�

The raptor screeched and whipped
forward, sending Enoki bucking down to the saddle for real that time, but
laughing and throwing his arms around Jyota�s neck as they galloped on.

They skipped and sailed the green
waves of plains together like a glimmer of emerald light followed by a streak
of flame and a blur of black panther, roving further
and further away from the village with the river as their guide.� He felt faster than the wind, freer than a
bird in the sky, and warm and safe with his arms around the handsome hunter in
front of him.� Enoki was content to enjoy
his first time astride the traditional mount of his people, not to mention
Jyota�s powerful body taut and elegantly tuned to the motion of the
raptor.� When they sped up a towering
bluff overlooking a small lake pooling in a valley of hills only to slow to a
skulking walk his ears pricked up and he butted Jyota�s cheek with his tusks.

�Oi, why we stoppin�?� It was jes� gettin� good!� he playfully whined.

Jyota jerked the reins up to halt
the raptor and slid off the saddle in one fluid motion before he answered.

�Well I promised tah teach yeh tah
fight didn� I?�
I wouldn� be much good as a soldier an� a Broddah Darkspear if I didn� make
good on dat promise.�

Jyota�s golden yellow eyes shone
inscrutable gold as he spoke and he reached a hand out to help Enoki down from
the saddle.� Blushing again, the Shaman
nodded and threaded his fingers trustingly into Jyota�s as he too slid slightly
less gracefully down to the grassy ground.

�O-Oh yeah, dat��

Enoki ran his hands through his
wind tousled ponytail on the spot as Jyota took his raptor to a nearby tree and
tied the reins around a low branch.� He
strode back slowly, looking the younger Troll over and thumbing his chin.

�Mmmm��
he purred appraisingly, �Guess we gotta start off wit
de basics den?�

Enoki started out of the mesmerizing
stare he had going and turned about face toward his instructor.

�Basics?� Ah yeh!� Basics!�
Hand tah hand type stuff right?� he asked,
taking a comical imaginary fighting pose.

Jyota sauntered over to him with
his arms crossed in the small of his back and craned over his shoulder.

�Dat
right kiddo, but de basic fightin� stance be more
like dis,� he whispered against the back of Enoki�s
long ear.

The hair on the back of his neck
prickled and stood with the shiver of pleasure that tingled down his spine and
Jyota�s rough, calloused hands sliding like liquid flame over his arms.� They clasped his wrists and bent his lanky
and now far too easily pliable arms into a crooked, deadly pose.� He shuffled his feet behind his and lined his
legs against his own, buckled his knees, widened his stance and stooped his
figure to a poised and deadly fighter�s position.

Enoki�s heart fluttered against his
ribcage as his lips coiled into a wicked grin over his tusks.� Posed in such a way made he felt strong, steady
and dangerous, like his body could just fall without effort into the motion of
drums of war unheard.� He closed his eyes
to imagine what it would be like to whirl like the wind and strike hot as a
flame, fluid and unstoppable.� His fists
wielded axes smoldering in fire, he ducked and dodged in the hallowed Darkspear
dance of war, striking with ruthless accuracy and cutting down his foes for the
glory of his people, his tribe, and the Horde.

It was tangible, believable, and
his eyes snapped open to the serene bluff instead of the sulfured, smoky
battlefield, but with Jyota�s body pressed to his and guiding his limbs in the
very motions of his daydream.� Enoki
followed him and moved as he moved silent and awed, cheeks crimson and body
memorizing every nuance of the technique, as well as the body of the hunter
behind him.

His eyes slid shut and he tipped
his head back against the broad shoulder of his companion, a longing sigh
escaping his lips.

�Dat�s it eh?� he breathed.

Jyota ignored the younger redhead�s
alluring brush against him by pushing his arm once more in the path of a proper
punch.

�More or less,� he answered simply,
�De key tah fightin� fah us Trolls is speed an� agility.� We don� got de brute strength an Orc or a Tauren do.�

Enoki grunted in agreement, opened
his eyes and glanced back toward Jyota who was clearly avoiding looking
directly at him.� He had never done a
very good job hiding his desires in his presence, Enoki thought with a
mischievous smirk.

�Ah I see, so, quickness a� body an�
mind, I got dat right?� the Shaman mused, ears cocked
crookedly and a glint in his green eyes.

�Dat be
de way we always fought!� Jyota answered enthusiastically, �Outwittin�
as well as outmaneuverin�, Trolls got de quickest
minds in de heat a� battle, part�a what makes us so
deadly.�

He began to prattle on about
battles and the history of Troll warfare mostly to distract himself,
but Enoki was listening no longer.� His
mind was sharply focused on Jyota�s body and its serpentine fluid motion and
waiting for just the right moment.� His
legs moved in perfect practiced routine, commanding, solid and immovable as
stone at first, but with a novice in his arms and a nagging desire clouding his
concentration, the poor hunter felt little need to be on guard.� The instant his mind strayed and his stance
broke, Enoki lurched from his grasp.

Jyota stood stunned and confused as
the warm body left his arms, giving Enoki the second he needed to duck and kick
the Hunter�s feet out from underneath him.�
He toppled backward with a yelp and landed hard on his back, and as soon
as he opened his eyes again Enoki pinned him firmly to the ground by his
shoulders and straddled his hips with an unholy grin on his face.

�Outwittin�
an� outmaneuverin�, jes�
like dat right?� he asked smugly.

Jyota�s words were lost to him as
he chuckled nervously, unsure if Enoki was merely following his direction or if
there was something more to his playful assault.

�Ahah,
uh, well yeah, you could say dat, I suppose,� he said
meekly.

�I could say dat?� Hey but yeh was jes� teachin� me dis be de way we Darkspear fight right?� Enoki elaborated.

�Yeah I was but we don� normally��
Jyota started, but trailed off, turning his head to the side.

�Don� normally�� Enoki continued
for him mockingly, �End up sittin� on toppa yah enemies?� Or�� Don� normally avoid kissin� someone when it
obvious you both want to?�

Jyota snapped his head back up,
eyes wide and speechless again.

�I jes��
he defended quietly, �I jes� didn�
wanna take advantage a� you, or a� yah Grandfathah.�

Enoki�s wild red mane bristled and
he shook his head insistently.

�Naw mon!� Grandda�� He happeh tah letcha stay, an� he ain� got say ovah EVERYTIN� I do.� An�
when I went tah bed last night all I could tink�a was�� You,
almost kissin� me,� he insisted, ears drooping and
cheeks flushing.

His eyes shifted to the side
embarrassedly but Jyota�s rough knuckles grazed tenderly over his cheek and
coaxed him back to a warm smile.

�I jes wasn� sure,� whispered the hunter.

�Heh, an�
wit good reason, I ain� nevah�� Liked someone before, much less wanted�� A-A kiss�� Enoki replied, gazing down upon
the handsome face of the seasoned warrior, violet Mohawk crushed erratically
through crisp blades of grass and golden eyes shining in the light.

�Heh, yeh act like a kiss be sometin�
easy tah bum offa
someone!� Jyota teased.

Enoki narrowed one eye and tilted
his head with a thoughtful twist of his lips.

�Oh?� And it isn�t easy?� You sayin� you
still ain� gonna kiss me?�

�Ain�t sayin� I will an� ain�t sayin� I won�t��
Little Shaman,� came the smug answer.

�Oy!� Don� call
me sometin� like dat!�
Enoki puffed in a brief spark of outrage; a spark that quite literally crackled
around his body.

�Awww!� Jyota exclaimed in delight, �Calm down dere Sparky, yah ain� gettin� nottin� if yah zap me!�

The second nickname wasn�t any
better than the first, but reluctantly the redhead composed himself enough for
a dramatic sneer.

�You tink
you so cool,� he mused, �Actin� all disinterested an�
like yah know what best fah me or sometin!� So how �bout we strike an impossible deal?�

�An impossible
deal?� Jyota repeated, his torn and pierced ears perking slightly.

�Yeah!� You jes taught me
some basic offensive routine right?� An�
you been in de military fah a thousand years or so!�
Enoki began with a sweeping gesture of his hands and a chuckle, �Den spar wit
me!� If I can knock yeh
ovah again, den you have to kiss me.� How �bout dat?�

Though Jyota could see the impish
gleam in those hypnotic viridian irises that promised mischief of some kind, it
only made his heart light with a kind of giddy longing he had not felt for
quite some time.

�Hah, well dat
does sound interestin�,� he admitted as he ushered
Enoki off of him and stood once more, �I suppose I be game!� Jyota was nevah one
tah turn down a challenge!�

Enoki hopped backward a few feet
and crouched like a wild cat ready to pounce, nodded, and made a taunting
gesture with his hand.

�Bring it!�

�You an odd one kiddo, don� be runnin� cryin� tah yah Grandda if I be kickin� yah ass!�

Jyota rolled his eyes with a
chuckle, crouched as well, and sprang toward the young Shaman with an easy
punch.� He dodged effortlessly and
delivered the simple kick Jyota had just showed him in retaliation which connected
with Jyota�s leg as he gently fended off his student.� Enoki had greedily absorbed all of the things
he had shown him in just the few short minutes and even as they sparred Jyota
continued to give him direction.� Not
without the occasional heckle, however, which he followed without question or
hesitation.� The Hunter was shocked when
Enoki felt confident enough to even begin to add a bit of his own spin onto the
moves and on more than one occasion found himself
having to truly move to avoid him.

They fought for what seemed like
hours, until their bodies gleamed with sweat, their chests heaved with labored
breath and the sun blazed dead above in the center of the sky.� Even exhausted and clumsy as he was by then,
Jyota watched Enoki in rapture as he continued to doggedly and genuinely try to
defeat him never stopping or even slowing in pursuit of a simple kiss.� It was ridiculously charming, and as he was
beginning to tire out anyway he gave into his desire, purposefully misstepped, clashed with Enoki�s hurtling leg and collapsed.� He wasn�t about to go down without taking the
stunned looking Shaman with him however, and he dragged the boy down atop him
again with a grunt and a breathless cackle between the both of them.

Enoki grinned, the mischief still
sparkling in his eyes.

�Aw hey, yah let me win!� he
pouted.

Jyota laughed robustly and reached
up to cup Enoki�s cheeks in his hands and gaze into his eyes.

�Are you complainin�?�
he asked.

Enoki shook his head and finally,
in a swift blur and a crush of soft heat against his lips, wilted into Jyota�s
embrace and his kiss.� Sparks
flew behind his closed lids, tusks carefully threaded around one another and
kissing back with innocent gusto.� He
gave his first kiss wholeheartedly to the other male, his hands tangled in the
grass and Jyota�s fingers carded through his wildfire red hair.� It seemed to last for an eternity and a split
second all at once before the Hunter pulled away, grinning wickedly and licking
his lips.

�You planned dat
all along yah little sneak,� he sniggered.

Enoki flopped down atop him,
satisfied, his elbows in the grass and his chin in his hands.

�An� so what if I did?� It was a bad plan anyways, I jes� lucky I so cute yeh fell fah it,� he drawled with a wink.

�Oh you a crafty one,� Jyota
whispered, stroking Enoki�s cheek affectionately, �I like dat.� Heh, an� I glad tah see dat yeh
can take de Troll outta de jungle, but yeh can�t take de wild jungle outta
de Troll.�

Enoki rolled off the Hunter and
into the grass beside him and cast a curious glance his way as he folded his
hands behind his head.

�Jungle?� I know we came from dere,
but we ain� lived in Stranglethorn
fah a long time right?� he asked.

�Oh mon�� Dat gonna be a loooong story,� Jyota replied merrily.

The rest of the afternoon was spent
in one another�s arms in the fragrant grass as Jyota regaled the young Shaman
with tales of the Darkspear tribe.� He
told him of their ancestors as far as he could remember back, of the tribal
wars of old, of Sen�jin, and Vol�jin
and their acceptance into the Horde.� He
gestured above them into the deepening sky as he told him of the Loa, of their
Gods and rituals and Enoki watched, transfixed.�
So engaged was the duo that either of them noticed when the bright blue
sky faded into lush and dark indigo velvet studded with twinkling evening stars
until it was late in the evening and their stomachs were growling ferociously.

Reluctantly, Jyota finished his
storytelling and hoisted Enoki onto the back of his raptor once more for a
swift and cool ride home in the rich cobalt light of dusk.� Enoki made certain to sneak one last kiss in
before they arrived back into town and settled in comfortably with his arms
around his waist, his head on his shoulder and a blissful smile on his
lips.� All of� which came to an abrupt end as Jyota rounded
a line of huts and guided his mount to the hut Inali shared with his
grandfather already standing outside waiting with fury blazing in his eyes.

Jyota reined his raptor to a halt a
safe distance away, and Enoki promptly unwound himself from his smitten
clinging.

�Grandda!�
he gasped, stomach plummeting and heart twisting.

The old grey bull could barely
contain his anger.� All that was keeping
him from exploding at his grandson was the immense relief to see him alive and
well.

�Jyota,� he began, �They�ve already
started dinner at the central fire, please, go on ahead and we will join you.�

Jyota swallowed hard and
nodded.� He knew when keep his mouth shut
and obey orders.

�Oh, t�anks
mon, I get goin� right
away.� Off yah go Sparky,� he said and
quickly dismounted, helping Enoki off as well.

He left at a brisk pace to the
center of town to rejoin his comrades from the army, leaving the Troll and the
Tauren standing face to face, one enraged and the other defiantly insolent, his
ears pinned to his skull and eyes narrowed to the side.

�Enoki, where in
the world have you been young man?�
I have been worried sick!� Inali snapped once the Hunter was out of
earshot.

Enoki wrinkled his nose and crossed
his arms over his chest, feeling ridiculed and belittled after getting a taste
of freedom and his heritage.

�Don� call
me dat!� An� I
was jes� out wit Jyota!� He came tah my window dis mornin�it was his idea!� he defended curtly.

�I don�t care whose brilliant idea
it was!� All I care about was that I woke
up this morning and you were gone!�
Without a note, without telling anyone, just gone!� Where was I supposed to think you had gone?� For all I knew you could have been kidnapped
by some Alliance spies or eaten by
coyotes or lying dead at the bottom of a cliff!�

�What?� What de hell you t�inkin�
tings like dat for?�
What gonna happen tah
me out heah?�
An� I was wit Jyota anyway!� He woulda protected me!� Enoki snarled.

�The point is I didn�t KNOW
Enoki!� If you had told me, I would have
let you go after your training!� If only
you had asked!� Inali yelled, a plaintive hint of crushed sadness in his voice,
�So not only did you try to deceive me, but you flagrantly shirked off your
training for today when I explicitly told you we would not be skipping a day
just because we had company��

Irritation coiled and wound tightly
in Enoki�s chest and his ears burned as he struggled to keep it in check.

�I didn� wanna train today, I wanted tah
go wit Jyota!� he growled.

�Why?� Whatever for Enoki?�
Inali continued, his hands held out in frustration.

�Because he taught me some
moves!� Real moves, he taught me how tah fight an� defend mahself!� He taught me useful t�ings!�

�Useful things?� What have I been teaching you then?� Parlor tricks?�

�Not how tah
defeat an enemy dat�s what!� An� nothin�
�bout where I came from neiddah!� You expect me tah
be like you!� Tah
�walk wit de earthmoddah� an� peace an� all dat crap!� Well what
de hell we supposed tah do
if de Alliance come marchin� in heah like dey did on mah old village?� Huh?!�
I fah one ain� gonna get down on mah knees an�
pray fah de Earthmoddah tah take me!� I goin� down fightin�, an� at least Jyota finally helped me see dat!� Enoki raged.

Inali, crushed and taken aback by
his sudden defiance could only stare.

�Enoki, what�s gotten into you�?�
he asked softly.

�Nothin�!�
he retorted sharply and turned to march into the hut, as confused as ever, �I dunno anymore, but I ain� no
kid!� Quit treatin�
me like one!� I goin�
tah bed, you go get dinnah witout me.�

The door slammed and Inali winced,
standing in the darkness bewildered, lost and hurt, but finally understanding
what exactly had gotten into his Grandson.�
He had been content to live the quiet life with him for so many years,
but he knew better than to expect tranquility of one who had begun his life in
violence.� Enoki�s soul he knew had
always yearned to follow where the sun touched on the horizon, and the cold
wind that had blown in that day had carried with it the seed.

His hooves were heavy as he
lumbered slowly to the central campfire to eat, but his thoughts were only of
the boy he loved as his own.� He knew he
could not keep him forever, as no parent could keep a child but while he was
still able and living he would be damned if he left him without the wisdom and
guidance only a parent could impart, whether the Troll liked it or not.
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