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Birth of Hatred (Part 2)
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Post by
Skreeran
Dag’rema shivered in the corner of her tent. It was not from cold, for the new land of Durotar was quite warm. No, she needed something.
She needed magic.
It had been nearly two years since she had killed her mother and renounced warlockism. She had attempted to simply quit altogether, but found it to be nearly impossible. Once the cravings came, she could only resist for so long. Sooner or later, she had to give in.
She closed her eyes and tried to make the longing go away, but couldn’t think of anything else for very long.
Squeak.
Her eyes snapped open to find a small rat nibbling on a crust of bread nearby. She stared at it for more than a minute, and it at her. At last, she couldn’t take it anymore, and her arm flashed out, quickly catching up the rodent.
She could feel it writhing in her grasp as she drained it. She pulled every last scrap of life from its small body, moaning with miserable pleasure as she did.
Finally, she fell back, defeated, and began to cry. She angrily hurled the dead rodent out of the door of her tent, before returning to her self-loathing. She hated herself. She hated being a warlock. She hated her mother for making her this way.
She contemplated killing herself. She didn’t want to live this way. She couldn’t live this way.
“No,” she muttered to herself, still teary-eyes. “I need help. There must be someone who can help.”
She stood and exited her tent, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She had to find someone who could help. She looked around, seeking a shaman. Many of the shaman had once been warlocks. Perhaps they could help. There was one in particular that she knew, Garg Blackblood, a shaman from her own clan, the Blackrock. He’d know what to do.
She looked through the budding city of Orgrimmar, finally spotting him near the Great Hall.
“Garg…” she muttered, moving close to him. “I need help…” she whispered pathetically.
“This I know, child,” the shaman nodded. “It is good that you have finally chosen to come to me.”
“Can you help me?” Dag’rema pleaded, wiping her eyes again.
“I will try,” Garg answered. “Come with me.”
Dag’rema followed the shaman into a cave in the back of the city, where a hot spring bubbled quietly.
“Sit,” Garg commanded, himself sitting crosslegged by the pool. Dag’rema obeyed, feeling rather unsettled as she sat down. The shaman busied himself with the crushing of various strange smelling herbs in an earthen cup, finally filling the cup from the steaming pool. “Drink.”
Dag’rema hesitated for a moment, before taking the cup and drinking deep. The taste was bitter and hot as it went down, and she couldn’t help but cough. The shaman waited anxiously, looking Dag’rema in the eyes through his wolf mask. Finally, he sighed and shook his head.
“Hmm…” he muttered with a sigh. “It is as I feared. You are not destined to be a shaman.”
“Then what do I do? How do I handle… this?” she asked despairingly.
“There is not much I can do,” Garg sighed. “The Need requires great spiritual strength to overcome. Many warlocks were once shaman, and were able to find peace by returning to that path. It is a shame that you took up this cup without the gift of Shamanism.”
“I didn’t take it up!” Dag’rema snapped, her voice cracking slightly. “I never wanted this!”
“Calm yourself, my child,” Garg answered, raising his hand calmly. “There may still be hope. There are some among the Darkspear tribe that are learned in the ways of arcane magic. Those who have taken that path know the same thirst that you possess, but slake it in a less destructive way. Seek them out, and you may save yourself.”
“I’ll try,” Dag’rema nodded. “I just hope that they can help me.”
“I hope so too,” Garg sighed, watching Dag’rema leave. “I hope it is not too late, my child.”
Post by
Skreeran
Yup, you know how writing is. Sometimes I take forever to update, and sometimes I just can't stop.
So... Part 2.
Post by
Adamsm
Heh and the quest for replacement magic begins.
Post by
Skreeran
Incidentally,
here's
Garg
. :)
Post by
denjerre
Nice read, Skree.
But damn you for taking away the attention from Rise of the Draegen!
Post by
Skreeran
Nice read, Skree.
But damn you for taking away the attention from Rise of the Draegen!Heh, sorry... :P I just couldn't stop myself! D:
Post by
Monday
Nice Skree, it was good! I liked the way you portrayed Garg as well.
Post by
Skreeran
Nice Skree, it was good! I liked the way you portrayed Garg as well.Thanks. I'm glad you liked it... :)
Post by
Morec0
Excellent read! I'm gona enjoy seeing her fail miserably in trying to stop from becoming a warlock.
Post by
denjerre
Nice read, Skree.
But damn you for taking away the attention from Rise of the Draegen!Heh, sorry... :P I just couldn't stop myself! D:
I know the feeling. It's like having to make a though decision and then using a flower. You pick off the leaves one by one and wait until the last one's off.
I'll post it.
I won't post it.
I'll post it.
I won't post it...
Then you're out of leaves, and have to use another flower!
I'll roast it.
I won't roast it.
I'll roast it.
I won't roast it...
At least that's what the shrink told me.
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355559
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Post by
Monday
Agh the writing urge is upon me again...must resist.
Do it man.
Post by
355559
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Post by
Patty
Heh, by the end of this story...
YOU FAIL!
On a different note, the shaman looks epic. :P
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