Edit: 2/7/17 - would think eventually I'd find all the "then" and "than" I messed up back in the day ...
Like the previous story these chapters were written as forum posts so shorter than normal ~ K
Chapter One
"I forbid it!" Amaya Ravenwind shouted across the table at her son.
"Mother, I've earned the right to go. Most Sin'dorei would have left two seasons ago."
"And I bet if they jumped off a bridge …" his mother started sarcastically.
"If it would make me a better hunter, I'd been jumping right behind them. Mother, please, the Outlands is where I need to go if I'm to strengthen my skills and gain experience. Who knows maybe I'll even run into the old man while I'm there."
He watched her face for any sort of reaction to the mention of his father. She had yet to tell him of his death. It was devoid of emotions as it had been all these many months since he overheard the news. "Here," she said handing him a folded envelope.
He took the offered envelope but didn't open it right away. "What is it?"
"It's a letter of recommendation for Windcaller Proudhorn in Silithus. You're to report to her at Cenarion Hold as soon as possible. She and Cenarion Circle are in need of your help combating the terrors that dwell in the desert. That should be more than enough excitement to keep you enthralled."
Obito sighed. "Mother you hate those … and I quote … tree-loving children."
That caused a slender eyebrow to rise across the table. "Obito, unlike your father I will not sit here and argue with you until I'm blue in the face. Once you have a couple hundred years of battles under your belt I'll accept your reason of 'I'm of age' until then I expect, no I order you to do what I say."
Obito gave his mother a curt nod as he pushed the chair away from the table and stood. "As you wish, mother."
"You haven't finished your dinner," she scolded.
"I've lost my appetite," he said leaving the room.
That night after burning the letter from his mother with the flames of a candle, he left Silvermoon and headed to Undercity and from there to the Swamp of Sorrows. Before the sun rose he stood before the ominous dark portal to the Outlands. A nervous Hotaru cooed at his shoulder and he rubbed her beak before stepping inside.
There was a moment of darkness and then he stood on a great stone landing. In front of him was one of the largest dragons he'd ever seen, its eyes full of hate and staring straight at him. Before he could put an arrow in his bow, a dozen defenders charged the dragon, dressed in both the colors of the horde and the alliance. A hand grabbed him on the shoulder and pulled him away from battle.
"This is no place for you, whelp," said an armored orc at his side.
"Talk to Freyfeather there," he said gesturing toward the Wind Rider Master. "She'll get you to some place where you'll be more useful then bait." The orc let out a chuckle before unsheathing his sword and joining the battle with the dragon.
"Throm'ka, hunter," Vlagga Freyfeather said as he approached.
"Please I'm seeking information about my father," Obito said.
"I'm sorry; Blood Elf, but all your people look the same to me." Vlagga said. "You should head to Thrallmar perhaps you can find information there."
Obito nodded and took the offered reins of the flying beast she offered him in one hand and gave her some coins for his fare with the other. "Good luck, and stay safe my lady."
From the back of the windrider he could see the barren landscape below; it was hard not to get discouraged. How was he going to find one man's remains in the savage land like this? Obito shook his head and chased away the thoughts. "I'll find you father, because I'm a Ravenwind." He pulled back his tunic slightly to reveal the crest of his house once again proudly displayed on his chest. "Your spirit will find rest."
