Visions of Fate
A mild breeze swept through the palm-trees. Nairn sat calmly on the hillside. He really enjoyed watching the turtles thrive in the soothing water. They were proof of the potential the Barrens held and that even if the Horde were well-known for destroying large amounts of forests. They were also capable of shielding life, with the help of the Cenarion Circle that was. Green, blue, yellow, hazel brown and red. Grass, water, flowers, palm-trees and turtles. Plants, insects and animals. We're all a part of this world.
The great tauren, Nairn, found himself blinking a little tear out of the corner of his large eye. Sniffing with his mighty snout at the soft fumes of nature's blessings. If only all creatures could be as peaceful as this. With Thrall as Warchief there is hope for the Horde. But I'm still feeling uneasy. The mighty tauren's black mane of thick hair flickered in the wind, surrounding his neck like a cloak shields a man from the cold. His horns looked like a dusky-silver moon, gleaming brightly when sunlight cascaded across their length.
Nairn could hear something, or someone, approaching the oasis. A puff of of air blowing from his nostrils as he grabbed his wooden staff, keen on protecting what he cherished. What he saw then almost made him fall with his snout first into the water pond. He had to lean onto his staff like an elder, a small chuckle escaping his mouth. A few yards ahead he noticed a scrawny looking, by their measures, orc. The little orc walked clumsily towards the oasis, carrying a bucket. He approach the oasis with a smile on his distorted face that seemed remarkably out of place.
Mawroth walked under the mighty palm-trees. Carrying the old bucket by his right-hand side. He couldn't help but enjoy the scenery. It always made him feel cheerful, or whatever they called that emotion. He couldn't really understand it, so fundamentally different from what he had learned from his father. He knelt at the oasis, scooping up some of the water, only to notice a large shadow in the water. What the?...
"Hail thee, little orc." Nairn spoke friendly, his rumbling voice enough to make turtles stick their heads a few inches up to examine the source. Mawroth growled in surprise, losing the grip on the slippery rocks with his feet. He fell head first into the pond. Nairn blinked, unable to comprehend the reaction to his greeting. Water rippling the surface where the orc had fallen into the water. Suddenly, Nairn felt a strange source emitting vibrations through the water. He gently poked the water with his staff, and the ripples ceased at once. They were replaced by images. Images of a white predator with a dusky shade to its fur. In an instant images flew across Nairn's mind. A mystical elf in elegant garments, framed by silvery-white hair. Snarling like a beast from the surface. He also saw that same orc from just now. The image of the orc made Nairn close his eyes. His throat was pierced. Blood pumping out of deep holes. His neck bent grotesquely.
"Bloody tauren, would you mind helping me up here?" As Nairn opened his eyes he saw the very same orc, alive. He blinked sadly, unable to understand this vision. "I'm sorry, little orc." He added in his mind, to himself: I'm so sorry. The orc stepped out of the water, a grin on his distorted features. "No biggie. I'm just a little clumsy, my father always said I would end up on the bottom of a pond one day." A wild laughter ran off his tongue. Nairn couldn't help but chuckle at the orc's spirit. So weak, yet so brave, admitting his flaws. Maybe there is hope.
"My friend, I'm Nairn." The tauren bowed, his tail flickering in a respectful manner behind him. The orc stopped laughing, bewildered by this respectful tauren. In his entire life, never before had any creature showed him a sign of respect. He returned the bow swiftly, almost toppling over because of his clumsy nature. "Let me give you a friendly advise. Live as you are, there's nothing wrong in being weaker than others, as long as you try to be what you are. By the best of your abilities, live. Live on." The tauren turned, slowly walking away from Mawroth who blinked stupidly. He was unable to understand a single word coming from the, in his eyes, mad tauren.
"I'd be darned." While briskly struggling home towards his hut with the bucket full of water, Mawroth mumbled to himself. "One day there's mad cows talking in riddles, what's next, turtles with leg guards?" Mawroth sighed to himself, pulling the bucket up on the ledge by the wall, water spilling over the edge and trailing down the side of the bucket until it fell freely onto the dry ground. Mawroth found himself yawning, too tired to prepare his meal, he flung himself onto his straw-stuffed pillow and fell instantly asleep.