It was a bright day and the wind was blowing hard. The smell of rain was in the air as Garrosh Hellscream stood before the four demigods in front of him. He showed no emotion, but Garrosh was scared. Scared and angry. These ancients were judging him not just on passing, but for everything he has ever done and it might just cost him his life.
"To start. You are a fierce warrior, Not without some honor and greatly skilled with your family's axe. This is a good quality you have." said Xuen. Xuen shined in the sun white his mighty white coat of fur. "You will continue this trend. I will judge your trial of strength."
Garrosh was confused. This wasn't a warcrime trial. This would be a personal trial… They would make him their SLAVE! NO never will I be a slave to another. I WILL NOT BE MY FATHER! Garrosh spoke then in rage.
"NO! You Celestials think you have all the answers. That YOU are allowed to judge and enslave all that walk on Pandaria, but I am no pandaren that grovel to your feet!" Garrosh yelled. His lungs on fire from the fast breaths he had taken.
"Garrosh your iron will is legendary. Your former honor is as well known. You will never be a slave. The trials are to teach you something. To check your pride and your shreds of honor you still have." said Niuzao the black Ox. "You will become the champion you were born to be."
Garrosh thought on those words. He felt like a child again. Being reprimanded by Geyah for wrestling with Jorin in the tent, But the ox wasn't without some thought. I will play your game and I will conquer it. Garrosh kneeled then.
"I will do your trials Celestials. I will do them and I will be taught by you to become better." Garrosh spoke in a loud voice to have some measure of control. Everybody was quiet then. The wind blew and on the over the walls of the courtyard dark clouds were rolling in. Then the voice of the Jade Serpent spoke.
"Stand Garrosh. Taran take his shackles off." Garrosh stood up straight and held out his arms. Taran came over and unshackled him. Yu'lon spoke again. "Garrosh you will travel over Pandaria and you will have your trials. You will learn and then you will take to the world to right the wrongs of the past."
It started to rain then. Lightning lit up the sky and thunder boomed. For a moment it seemed to be the third coming of the Thunder King, but Garrosh saw a different omen in the clouds. The ancestors were crying out to him. They were crying out to warn him of the darkness brewing. The Legion was hurling towards Azeroth. They wanted him to be a champion and a champion he would be.
"I cannot do this just myself Celestials. I will need an army. The Horde and the Alliance will not follow me. I will need the Shado Pan." If Garrosh could get an army again he would go to Northrend and find his own place. He would do what he set out to do in Pandaria, but this time He wouldn't fall prey to the Old God's temptation, but first he needed to get through these trials.
"Of course Hellscream. You can't face a Legion by yourself." Yu'lon said. The serpent seemed to have a smile playing on it's face, if a serpent could smile. "BLACK LOTUS STEP UP." commanded Xuen with a growl. To the left three hundred warriors of all races became visible. making the crowd of diplomats yelp in surprise. The warriors all dropped their heavy robes and cloaks showing black leather armor and weapons. "These soldiers came to us in times of need just as you have Hellscream, now it's time for you to help this world. it's time to fight!"
Garrosh smirked. He had an army now a true army made up of champions and well trained men and women. This might just work. Taran Zhu came by his side then with Gorehowl in his hands. He held it out to Garrosh to take.
"Help this world Hellscream, You and these champions all have a part to play in the coming darkness." Taran Zhu forced the axe into Garrosh's hands that moment. Garrosh took it up in an instant. Then for the first time in two months the world heard the hellscream.