She looked on over the broken town, houses burning and bodies strewn across the floor, bodies of both Orc and Draenei alike. They had given it their all but it was not enough to cease the tide of savagery that had ultimately swallowed them whole. Tanzzy sat on her knees, her golden armour stained with blood, mostly of the Orcs she had taken down, but some from her own wounds between the cracked and split armour. She couldn't stop them. A hand rested on her shoulder. "Come sister, we must move before they find us."
Tanzzy looked up at her friend who had fought beside her every step of the way. He looked a mess. His horn has cracked and he was missing a hand which was roughly bandaged. She could tell he was in pain, both physically and mentally but he had done his best to mask it.
"Go... take the others to safety, I will say my prayers and catch up."
"Be quick sister... By night fall they could be onto us."
Tanzzy nodded briefly as she looked to the survivors. A hollow pit grew in her heart. There was barely anyone remaining, a few peacekeepers, a Vindicator or two and broken families, crying children and wounded towns people. Did the Orcs spare no one? Tanzzy sighed and remained at her knees as the group began to collect themselves and wonder off in search of refuge. She looked down at the town once more, tears in her eyes as her jet black hair fell across her face. She was silent, not even turning to prayer to seek comfort.
However something stirred in her, around her. Her ears perked up as voices began to murmur behind her. She grasped her sword and looks behind her, expecting a fight with the Orcs. Could they have found them so soon? She looked but there was nothing save for a breeze that shook the grass. The whispers continued. Getting louder but still unintelligible. The wind grew stronger, bending the grass to the side as the words began to ring in her ears. She could tell them apart now, there were four voices, all speaking in a tongue she had never heard before.
One was loud, the voice commanding and somewhat accusing. The second was coarse and rough, speaking in a firm yet comforting tone. The third was quieter, fluid and peaceful and the fourth was energetic, quick and rapid in speed. Each however, could not be deciphered, not by her.
As quick as these voices had come, they began to leave. The wind died down as the silence drew onto her. She looked once more to find the sources of these voices but could not find anything. She remained puzzled before remembering her position. She grasped her sword and began her way to join the others that had departed before her. They had to make it to safety, but they had no idea what was to become of them in the near future.
Days had passed and the survivors had made a small camp at the base of a cliff, out of sight and out of mind. Tanzzy had left the encampment to find and bring back water for those that were too injured to do it themselves. She stopped at a slow flowing creek where she kneeled to scoop up the fresh water into whatever she could find that would hold the liquid. She sighed and tried to not let the thoughts of the town get to her. It was a difficult task even for her. She looked at the water, watching her reflection. Her face, marred with bruises and small cuts looked back at her.
A breeze began to blow through her hair, a familiar feeling she had felt before encased her body. She was drawn to the water where she saw her reflection still and four figures behind her. The figures almost ensnared her, stopping her in place and keeping her watching the water however they did this without physical touch.
The four figures were not of humanoid appearance . They looked as if the very world itself had come alive. The figure to her left, gazes with yellow eyes, his shoulders broad and... completely made of rock and stone. His head floated above his coarse body looking down at her. The second, still to her left but closer to her than the first, was a figure who was the embodiment of fire. His presence was warming to the heart and to the skin. The furthest to her right was a soothing presence, a calmed and flowing appearance as it looked at her through the water that surrounded it. The fourth on her immediate right, was more difficult to witness, a creature not of physical form but rather the breeze itself. Two energetic blue eyes stared at her whilst the vague outline of its body ran wildly within its magical confines.
The voices returned began but this time she give hear them speak one by one and this time she could understand. The figure of rock and stone spoke first. His firm, assuring voice resonated through her.
"You must save your people Tanzzy, they need all the help they can get."
"You must learn the ways of the elements, they will guide you on the right path" The fluid voiced belonged to the creature of water.
"The Orcs will stop at nothing, they wish to see you all dead... Your villages and people burnt" The confronting tone pierced her mind, the flaming eyes glared at her whilst the voice rang accusingly through her ears.
"Go Tanzzy, you must be quick. Hasten you mind and steel your heart. Seek out Nobundo, he will know..." The quick voice almost billowed around her, she knew it belonged to the ever shifting body of the being with blue energetic eyes.
"Nobundo? Th-the Vindicator...? How w-will I know where to find him?" Tanzzy replied with a shaken voice, both scared and interested in the beings.
"Find him Draenei... Or perish with your kind." The flaming one spat back in its every accusing tone. It was a fierce one.
Tanzzy nodded in fright and they soon began to fade away. She gasped for air on her knees as the ordeal was over but as she sat up she smelled smoke, and then heard the screams of women and children behind her in the distance."No..." Tanzzy's eyes grew wide as she knew what was happening. The Orcs had found their encampment... And she could do nothing to save them... Not alone... Not like this.