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"My destiny is of my own making." Speech.

"I remember the time..." Flashback speech. Spellcraft.

"When your people huddled in caves I was there." Greater being speech.

"█▄██▄▄█▄▄█▄" Inarticulate roar/scream etc.

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Previously:

The Priestess blinked back tears. Shocked at their presence as they spilled from her eyes but understanding all the same after having seen what she saw.

What she saw and felt next left her tears forgotten.

A shift in the shadows as one of the statues of Elune turned from its position; having at some point turned to look to her.

And a kick. From deep within her belly.

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-15,985 D.P

Har'rin Whisperwind. That was his name. The name his mother had given him on the day of his birth. Har'rin meaning Elder Light in Darnassian so named for the stories of how it was through the blessings of Elune herself that Selaenia had been fortunate enough to bear a child of her own. And as she had explained to him some few years ago when he had been old enough to understand, it was close enough to his former name to allow him to continue on with the nickname of Harry.

Raised more or less in the Temple of Elune, Harry grew up with the worship of the Goddess of the Moon. Surrounded by priestesses and young initiates it was easy for him to develop the same belief and faith that was just as strong as that of his mother's. He strongly believed in Elune and believed his mother when she told him stories of her prayers to have a child of her own that were ultimately answered. He could, however vaguely it was after so long, remember boarding the train in the afterlife and seeing a glimpse of that strange looking woman. With his rebirth as one of the Kaldorei; one of the Night Elves, Harry now understood that what he saw was a Night Elf female. But the fact was, the woman he glimpsed of in that afterlife perfectly matched the statues and other artistic depictions of the beloved Goddesss within the Temple.

So in the end, how could he not believe in her?

Selaenia raised him as well as she could. Teaching him about the histories of their people and the dark age when they had lived in as nomads before the beloved Queen Azshara had unified their people into a single empire.

It had brought a great deal of sadness to Harry every time she told him such stories only to tear up at the summoned memories of her late husband Eldon.

Harry was an active child growing up. With his rich purple skin, dark green almost black hair and bright golden eyes he was a rare sight to see running through the temple courtyards and assisting the older initiates with their daily chores.

Even the High Priestess, who was usually the most strict and least tolerant of his presence in the female dominated temple could not resist the smallest of smiles at the warmth his presence brought whenever he passed by.

But if there was one thing that Harry loved to do, more than spending time with the family he had in his mother and the priestesses and initiates at the Temple, it was exploring. He loved leaving the borders of Suramar to venture out into the untamed forests that surrounded the town. There was just something about it, the sheer scale and size of the forestry, the gentle rolling of the hills and tempting mystery of the chasms and caves. It was comparable to when he had first learned of the existence of magic: it was all just so, new.

His mother didn't quite like his inquisitive nature. Well that wasn't exactly true. It wasn't that she didn't like him being inquisitive, just that she was worried that his curiosity would inevitably get the better of him and he could wind up lost or even hurt one day. So more often than not Harry ended up sneaking away from the Temple when everyone was more or less preoccupied and ghost his way out into the woods in secret.

When he would slink back home, covered in mud, leaves and twigs all the while smiling like a madman, his mother would simply shake her head in almost resigned amusement before chasing him to the public baths to clean up. She never scolded him excessively nor admonish his antics. She simply asked him to be careful.

And he would. Harry could not bear the very thought of upsetting her even through his own carelessness.

Harry was only fifteen years old currently as he departed his home for another bout out into the wilds. He had pulled his otherwise shoulder length hair back into a pony tail and collected some supplies for a small pack of necessities to take with him. His garb was a far cry from the whites and silvers of his temple apparel that he wore in his day to day lives, having taken to wearing simple brown cloth pants and a sleeveless tunic of a matching color. Clothing that could take the punishment of roughing it out in the wilds and could afford to take the wear and tear of such punishment.

Mother had long since left for the Temple to tend to her duties and while she had asked for him to visit the market and buy food for the evenings meal she knew full well that her dear son would leave it to the last minute in favor of going out on one of his adventures.

Which was exactly what Harry was planning.

It had been something he had been planning to do for months now; explore a particular area of the forest to the north-west of Suramar in Val'Sharah. He had first discovered the almost completely inaccessible region a year past during his hikes.

Giant moss covered rocks too slippery to climb, tightly packed trees and thick, twisting vines covered in thorns made this area beyond impossible to gain access to. He had visited this area several times since then, drawn there by the taste of a magic so raw and old he could never forget it even had he tried. It had long since gone from an idle curiosity to something drawing so close to obsession. He had to know. What lay beyond the natural wall he could not breach? What was this magic that he called out to him that refused to leave his ears even when he was far from that region and within the walls of Suramar?

He had kept it from mother of course. She would have urged him to stay away, reminding him of the stories of his youth she had regaled him with about the age of Azeroth long before the unification. When the Troll empires had dominated the lands and there was no better way for a young Elf to forever vanish than to explore the dark, isolated places of the woods. It was said that it was in these places that the darkest and cruellest of the savage Trolls resided; working their twisted magicks.

She would not believe him if he had tried to explain that what he felt coming from this still unreachable place to be something beyond that of any Troll Sorcerer.

And so, pack secured to his back and securing a small dagger to his belt, the purple skinned Night Elf that was Har'rin 'Harry' Whisperwind set off, leaving the safety of his home and soon after that of Suramar.

It took him no time at all to traverse the land between Suramar and what he had dubbed 'The Wall.' so often had he visited it he knew the path like the back of his hand. Every short cut, every obstacle and roving pack of beast to avoid. It took him barely an hour of running at a steady pace to cross the distance, easily hopping over crevices, fallen trees and river beds. Avoiding a pack of wolves in the midst of a hunt and patiently waiting as a herd of deer crossed his path to avoid spooking them unnecessarily.

When he reached The Wall, Harry let out a long, calming breath, closing his eyes as he almost literally breathed in the magic that filled the air, seeming to emanate from beyond The Wall like a steady beating heart.

Dropping the bag from his shoulders, Harry crouched down and pulled on the drawstring to reach in. pulling out a skin of water, the young Night Elf rose back to his feet, biting on and pulling out the cork before taking a swig, eyeing the wall of trees, moss stone and vines that stretched out before him.

He had studied relentlessly into everything he could get his hands on at home to try and ascertain a means of circumnavigating the obstacle before him. The first thing he had been able to learn was that The Wall was a paradox.

It was unnatural in how impenetrable it was while at the same time being entirely natural in its design and make. There was nothing about it from what he had been able to determine that would hint at any unnatural or artificial enhancement or influence in the growth of the vines or trees and yet everything that he had witnessed before and understood about the natural world screamed at him that plants just didn't grow like this.

Common convention in his studies had strongly suggested in burning his way through with fire. Burn away the trees that blocked his path, the thorns that would bleed him dry and the moss that would deny him. But Harry refused. He would not, could not simply destroy something like this. If he simply burned it away then how would he understand it? Learn how such a thing had been formed. And not only that, but for such a massive natural formation to exist, there had to be a reason right?

Thirst sated, Harry re-corked the water skin and dropped it into his bag and stepped toward the massive wall of plant life. When he came to a stop a mere three feet from a section of trees he shuddered at the heightened feel of the magical 'heart beat' that washed out from the other side of the natural barrier.

It was a heady sensation; one that briefly left him dizzy as his skin tingled as if sudden but brief chill had washed over his body. Stepping forward, Harry reached out with a hand, pressing against the rough bark of the closest tree and leaning forward as he steadied himself, calming his breathing and refocusing his attention away from the sensation that had washed over him. He had to focus! There was no time nor point in lingering on limited euphoria the magic temporarily had put upon him. It was a magic unknown to him and one of a power beyond any he had felt before at Suramar and thus the only reason as to how his body was reacting in such a manner.

If he wished to know more, to experience more then he first had to pass this barrier and progress further to whatever lay beyond.

Steadying his breath, calming his mind and rejuvenating his focus, Harry's golden eyes briefly widened in surprise and snapped up to his hand that was pressed against the tree before him. It was like a gentle scratch against the palm of his hand, almost as if something lay beneath his hand and was seeking to go further than the limits of his own skin was allowing.

Pulling his hand back Harry spared a glance at his own hand before turning to examine the bark of the tree itself. There was no insect or critter present to give reason to the scratching sensation. No deformation in the bark itself so as to give sign to a parasite or creature still within the tree itself. Carefully, and almost hesitatingly, he replaced his hand back against the bark of the tree, closing his eyes slowly as he focused outward and toward the connecting point between his body and the great tree.

There! He felt it again. The faintest of scratching against the palm of his hand. Not from any insect or woodland creature, this was too uniform and spread out. It was like, like a thousand hair thin tendrils were growing out from the tree itself and seeking, something, within him.

Curiously and with the greatest of care, Harry reached out with his own magical power, reaching out to meet these tendrils as he considered them. He could not match the shape or quantity of what he felt against his hand wit his own magic, but he did manage to make the smallest expression of his own power meet the foreign power as 'loose' as possible. Almost porous in a manner of speaking so as to allow these tendrils of whatever to gain entry and latch on.

Of course he was not so foolish as to blindly allow such an unknown so strong a grasp on his very essence. No, he made sure to be able to separate and eject the magic he was using to 'interface' with the tree quickly and completely should the situation require it.

When the tendrils of natural magic? Yes, Natural Magic. When they met his reciprocating magic, they spread out and interacted with him. When it happened, Harry's eyes snapped open wide and all breath left him as his senses seemed to explode open. Gone was the simple perspective of a mere Kaldorei, a Night Elf standing before a vast and massive barrier of trees and plant life. The whole forest seemed to open up before him. Every tree, bush, field of grass and twisting river of water. He saw them all. He saw how a single trickle of water several hundred yards to his south twisted its way into a more steady stream a few more miles east which in turn journeyed north into a wide river that met with a number of sizeable lakes to the far north at the very roof of the world.

More than any of that though. He saw the large ring of forestry that was The Wall. The great circle of giant trees, twisting thorned vines and colossal moss covered rocks. And the power that filled each and ever inch of them all.

A great power that pulsed into each and every tree, vine and rock from both the pulsing heart beat of magic at the center of the clearing that this Wall protected and from the very earth itself.

As quick as it came. It left just as sudden. Harry's awareness shrank back in on himself and his eyes regained their focus.

Blinking away the haze that had filled his mind from such, acute awareness, Harry kneaded at his forehead idly before returning his attention and gaze back to the natural barrier before him. Only to blink and take a step back in shock. It was different.

It had been an impenetrable wall of greenery, completely impassable with its trunk to trunk giant trees, slippery boulders and flesh rending thorn covered vines. That had been what Harry had seen and what he had been trying to determine a means of bypassing.

But now, now it was gone. The thorn covered vines were completely vanished as if they had never even existed. Several trees were just as similarly missing and the number of stone protrusions had halved with only sparse moss to cover their surface.

Sunlight streamed through the large gaps and pathways that he could now see through to what appeared to be a small valley. A small stream gently ran down from the other side of the valley into an almost moat-like pond that surrounded a small island that was dominated only by a beautiful tree with deep green leaves and long thin vines of hanging lavender flowers that reached down far enough to caress the waters below.

Great roots twisted their way around the valley, sloping out of the ground in smooth arcs with large flowers of differing colors blooming brightly in the light that scattered through the canopy overhead.

It was, perfect.

It was a curious feeling, to finally see the path ahead of him open and be free to explore further as he had wished all along. And yet, to feel hesitation in actually stepping forward. As if in some part he would be tainting such untouched land before him by his footsteps.

"Fear not child. You will not sully my grove with your presence."

Like his pants had spontaneously caught fire, Harry shot up into the air and spun around in surprise, eyes wide at the suddenness of the voice that had spoken to him and hand reaching for the dagger at his hip.

When his gaze met that of the speaker he felt his mouth go dry and the sudden urge to look away come over him.

The, being, was massive. Standing upwards of around fifteen feet in height, this, man, had the lower body of a great stag with a blanket of leaves and vines draped over the back. His upper body was that of a Night Elf male. Powerful and muscled with his left arm ending in a long taloned hand of wood and bark. He had leaves braided into his long black hair and deep green eyes that quite literally glowed with power and ancient wisdom and two large antlers jutting out from the sides of his head.

"Peace child." The being urged gently, holding his powerful arms up, hands open wide in a gesture of calm. "I mean you no ill will but in fact welcome you to my home."

Harry remained silent. Narrowing his eyes slightly as he examined the being before him more carefully. Already he could sense the same incredible power flowing through this 'man' with a potency that was honestly frightening.

If the magic he had briefly connected to was the magic of the world. Then this man was the world.

"I have watched you several times young one." The man continued, seemingly not at all bothered by Harry's defensive stance or mistrust. "Across the span of several years you have journeyed out from behind the shelter and safety of your elven walls to explore the untamed wilds of Azeroth. A curiosity in your eyes very dissimilar to that of your kin."

The young Kaldorei calmed his breathing and lowered his blade, shifting his feet carefully before he slowly sheathed it back at his side. If this being intended him harm then there would be very little a mere child of an elf armed with little more than a knife could do to stop him.

"I must confess I did not believe I would see one who would have the disposition to touch however briefly with the wonders of nature to see through the Dream I surrounded my home with."

At this Harry blinked. Confused by the terminology used to describe The Wall. "Dream?"

A good question if the wide smile to form on the stag-elfs' face was any indication.

"Yes. The natural barrier you experienced that barred entry into my home that now sits open before you was but a fragment of a greater, more primordial realm that exists beyond the world you see in your every day life. I simply beckoned this Emerald Dream to visit itself upon the world. When you allowed yourself to open up to the natural magics of the Dream, however unintentionally, the barrier did not simply vanish, more so you have come to a greater truth that there was never anything truly barring your way to begin with."

"An illusion, of nature." Harry mused aloud, processing the explanation several times over as he turned away from the entity to look back at where The Wall had once resided. With a brief flicker of concentration and effort he summoned forth the memory how how it had felt when he had interacted with the 'tree'.

Before his very eyes The Wall flickered back into view and existence before him, the streaming light vanishing as it was once more blocked from sight before returning as the barrier vanished once more.

Unseen behind him, the giant man's eyes widened in amazement as he felt what the fifteen year old was doing. Never before would he have considered the very idea that he would witness a mere child of one of the Kaldorei people capable of wilfully taping into the Emerald Dream after but a single experience with it.

"Very impressive. But wasteful." The being responded with a nod of the head. "You need not flood your entire being with the presence of the Dream when simply your eyes and mind are enough for the simple task of separating the layers of this world and the Dream that rests above it."

He felt another bout of satisfaction come over him when the golden eyed child before him considered his words for a brief second before nodding in understanding. This young elf did not take everything as absolute truth it seemed, rather taking it in and comparing it against his own experiencing before moving on.

"Tell me young one. What is the name you bear?"

Harry looked up to the great entity. "Har'rin Whisperwind."

"Well met. I greet you, Har'rin Whisperwind, as Cenarius; Keeper of the Grove."

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A/N:

So chapters will be a bit on the short side starting in for this story. This is due to techinically being in what we would consider the 'Prologue Arc.' we are setting up the world that Harry is finding himself in as well as who Harry himself is becoming. Chapter content will get longer as events progress so please be patient.

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