(in character)
The stench in these caverns is strong. It reminds me of something. The smell of sulfur and brimstone invade my nostrils, burning my lungs with every breath. I stop to rest for a moment, breathing heavily. Each step I take is more difficult than the last, but I must press on. I must find out where the sounds are coming from. Echoing through the caverns I hear the sound of hammers on metal, pounding furiously, followed by growling, like the sound of a dragon. ”A dragon in here?” I think to myself. “Impossible.” But I can’t deny the unmistakable sounds. I move cautiously, as the light is growing as I get closer to the exit of the tunnel. I see a bright orange glow at the end. I finally make it to the end. The tunnel opens to the mouth of a huge cavern. Gigantic mallets on chains are swinging down, striking metal plates of some sort, glowing from the intense heat. I squint my eyes as they adjust.
A giant creature…A dragon! It turns to me, looking me in the eyes… I hear it begin to speak
Pain…
Agony…
I sit up with a start, gasping for breath. ”DEATHWING!” I shout, startling the bluff watcher nearby. He runs back to me. ”What did you say?” he asks.
“Nothing, it was just a dream” I tell him. He nods and continues his patrol.
Calming down from the dream, I slowly get up, stretching for a moment. I must tell the Archdruid, Hamuul Runetotem, about the dream. Quickly I walk around the corner to his tent, where he is surrounded by the druid trainers. They are all standing close to him, fidgeting nervously.
“Archdruid Runetotem” I say quickly as I approach him. ”I must talk to you. I had…I had a disturbing dream.” The other druid trainers look at me, scowling as if I was intruding. ”I apologize if I am interrupting, but it is important.” I say to him.
He holds up a hand, as if to dismiss my apology. ”It is alright young one. You are Spiritfire, are you not?”
“Yes, Archdruid. Please, I must talk to you. I had a dream about Deathwing.” A collective of gasps and mumbling come from the trainers. Hamuul nods his head. ”You too, young one?” He turns to the trainers. “It seems you aren’t the only one.” he says to them.
The ground shakes again, stronger than ever. This quake is the worst so far. We run outside of the tent to see what is happening. Off to the north, we see the ground rise, moving. The skies grow dark and fill with smoke. Suddenly a sound fills the air, a screech of terror like nothing I have ever heard before.
“Over there!” someone shouts and points. Through the smoke, a fire burns, and then he comes through…Deathwing. He lays waste to everything in his path.
The smoke is thick. It becomes difficult to breathe. I see fellow Tauren collapsing to the ground, passing out from the lack of air. The shamans in our tribe work furiously to ask the wind to push away the smoke. It is a struggle as the elements were afraid of what is happening. The druids including myself do what we can to ask nature to shield us from the smoke, trying to heal the land. Once the smoke is under control, the few shaman and druids that are free start to heal our fallen brethren.
Deathwing has moved on to other parts of the land. I want to go help the others outside of Mulgore, but Hamuul stops me. ”We are needed here, young one. We need to take care of our own first. We will help the others when we can.” I nod, and continue to work.
To be continued…
Awesome! When is the continuation?