After her leave of the Horde, Rega's life became quite interesting. She wandered from place to place, working to calm the elements, which were becoming even more feral. Sometimes Rega herself would become wracked with pain, as if the element's themselves were attacking her. It was becoming worrying. Earthquakes, fires, and other natural disasters were becoming more common, with the elements either directly responsible or unwilling to stop it. It was becoming more and more noticeable, more and more drastic, the disasters accuring more frequently and with greater strength. The continued disturbances caused multiple changes, groups moving and taking advantage of these disasters weakening their enemies, interrupting normal movements. Membership of the Twilight's Hammer surged, adding even more power to the group. However, these were merely warning signs. Warning signs of the coming Cataclysm.
The day the Cataclysm came was like any other. However, almost all shaman's felt a dread, like something terrible was about to happen. Something terrible did happen. Deathwing, the former Earth Warder and the current Aspect of Madness and Death, broke into the world from the Elemental realm of Deephome. The resulting backlash as a hole was punched between two planes that had been separated by Titanic magic was immense. The protective barrier that separated Azeroth broke apart, causing even more hotspots. The Elemental energies warped Azeroth, breaking down barriers to undiscovered lands or simply creating new ones. The islands Vashj'ir rose from the bottom of the ocean, connected to the elemental plane of water. Mount Hyjal suffered from a rift to the elemental realm of fire, creating a massive creator of lava and fire. The newfound realm of Uldum contained linkages to the elemental plane of wind. And where Deathwing broke through at the maelstrom, a rift the collapsing realm of Earth, Deephome.
However, all that was something that mattered very little to Rega at the time. She herself was among the shaman's that passed out from the burst of elemental energy. It was painful, like someone was trying to rip her soul out of her body. Her screams of pain in the inn drew a lot of attention, and after noticing other shaman's had suffered the same, the city of Booty Bay, a town owned by the Steamwheedle cartel, evacuated it's people. Merely hours later, a massive tidal wave struck the city and the surrounding area. The small bay itself suffered little damage, with the town remaining mostly intact. Stranglethorn Vale, on the other hand, was nearly split in half. The quakes that followed also had another effect on the area. The Trolls that inhabited the Vale had become irate with the destruction. Only normally aggressive is someone entered their territory without permission, they were now lashing out blindly in a frenzy. Which is why Rega was currently burying an axe into one's throat. She managed to return to consciousness only a few hours afterwards, with the elements even more out of control and with report's just coming in that Deathwing had attacked Stormwind, doing heavy damage to the city. Even crazier rumor followed in. The Horde invading Ashenvale, Thermore military forces taking the newly formed Southern Barrens. The people of the world, not just the world itself had fallen into the pits of insanity. The elements were even worse. For the first time in many years, Rega found herself unwilling to call on the elements to aid her. She was a powerful shaman, but the odds of the elements attacking her, or even worse, doing nothing when she needed, was far too great. It made Rega feel sad. The elements had been her friends since her childhood, and now she was in a position where she couldn't call on their power. Not only that, the near consistent elemental strife made it hard to sleep during the night. Not that she wanted to sleep some nights. Visions had begun to haunt her within the realm of dreams. Castles of crystal, a kingdom of glass, sitting on a sphere overlooking a world that wasn't hers. Every time she turned around to see who had made the wonderful kingdom, she would see a flash of white hair, then immediately awoke. It wasn't the only dream she had, even if nightmares would be more accurate term. An army of darkness, destroying everything in their path, clashed again waves of fire and rage. The dreams caused some concern for Rega. To her, they seemed to have no meaning, but she was still having the visions, so they had to be important, in some form or another. Did it mean that the defeat of Deathwing and his Cataclysm was certain? Or was it that she would somehow survive, only to meet her end fighting an unknown foe? The first thought gave her hope, while the second filled her with dread. At the end of the day, she was simply playing a waiting game. Would someone notice the chaos and destruction and want to put an end to it? Would someone pull their heads out of their asses and look?
It was only a matter of time before a group did. A group of shaman's, from both the Alliance and the Horde, saw the damage done by Deathwing and rampaging elements. The group, known as the Earthen Ring, formed, to bring peace to the elements, and the world itself. And they invited Rega, the only human shaman in the world, to be among their number.
I'm not dead, if anyone has been wondering that. I've been busying with college, and one of the other stories I'm working on has rapidly grown into something I can't even imagine. Sorry for a very late update.