Ash, painted red in their blood.
My village aflame, covering the sky in angry smoke, the earth motherās cries from the burning in my ears, along with my people. Anāshe, I beg, please hear us cry.
I was young when something above called to me, only still a young bull, no older than 17. I was the son of Moāhedi Bloodhorn, a strong tauren warrior, and younger brother of Grel Bloodhorn. I admired my brotherās headstrong attitude, strength, and perseverance, but still showing kindness to the others despite such.
āUlumn! Come on father has summoned us!ā Grelās voice called from below the tree I climbed, overlooking the lush forest we called home. I often came here when the voice was louder, needing to escape the harsh light of its voice.
āHail brother, what does he need now?ā I jumped down, careful to not catch one of my horns on a stray branch as the dust from my hooves meeting the ground blew around us.Ā āIām not sure, but he said it was important, I think it has something to do with the lack of warriors returning from the war party.ā
The War Party, sent away two nights and three days ago, never returned once sent to attack the strange, but violent creatures that fell from the green sky. The smoke from the battlefield able to be seen from miles away, our shamans crying out for answers among the wind. āIs he mad we didnāt go? Father knows we cannot leave the people unprotected.ā
āAgain, I am not sure, little brother, but come, we mustnāt keep him waiting.ā
The village was small, but homely, young calves running the paths our hooves carved for generations, the shamans and farmers have been brought to center hold from outside our village walls since the War Partyās departure, and grow more weary by the day.
Itās times like this that I envy the calveās young ignorance.
The War Hall is where my brother brought me, where our father was most days since our motherās death, the battle of Silver Shore had taken her many moons ago, and it wasn't a secret that my father blamed himself for her untimely passing, drowning himself in training and battle since.
āSons.ā The mighty boom of his voice echoed through my ribcage, never failing to keep his presence in the hallās main chamber. Me and my brother bow in respect of his status of Warbrave, and challenger of chief. āWhy have you called us, Father?ā
āThe battle draws closer to our home, every sundown, the smoke draws closer from the lush forest, ash in our skies blocking the sun. Itās undeniable that war will soon come to our walls.ā My head rose to look at him in shock, unheard that we let any battle grow so close to home.Ā
āHow has it come to this? Is this new enemy that strong?ā Grel spoke, but quickly was silenced by the lift of our fatherās hand. āThis enemy is not from this world, strong, but not strong enough to stomp our flame out.ā he arose from his seat, looking down upon us. āYou two will be scouting our borders, and making sure this war does not come to our village.ā He huffed as my brother rose from his kneel. āAnd leave the village vulnerable? Me and my brother are the two strongest bulls defending the village!ā
āEnough! Grel, it has been decided. I will defend here, and the other braves shall come to you if you sound the horn on your hip. You know better than to question my ways of defending us.ā he snarled. Itās times like this that I am grateful I didnāt inherit my father's stubbornness. āOne goes at night, Return at dawn to swap positions, for I have spoken.āĀ He stomped his mighty totem on the ground, making my brother snort in defiance as he left the hall. I heard my father's heavy sigh as I rose to follow my brother. āUlumn, make sure your brother doesnāt do something stupid, we cannot risk any harm coming to anyone.ā
āYes, Warbrave Bloodhorn.ā
Hey yall!! so this is something I'm working on for my world of warcraft character Ulumn, I'll be posting chapters like this whenever I continue his story :) I love sharing my characters and need to work on my writing, so i hope you enjoy! -Rin
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