Chapter Four

"Father!" Obito cried as he reached toward him.

His hand was quickly caught by the other as he stood and twisted painfully hard behind him. "I don't know who you are, or what whore of a mother you have that accuses me of being your sire … but I'm short on mana crystals today and even shorter on patience."

"Father, I don't understand …"

"What the hell does the academy teach now and days," the other growled in his ear, not releasing his arm. "What part of, I'm no one's father do you not understand?"

"You are my father, Tyilo Ravenwind; you disappeared in Netherstorm a half a year ago now … they said you were dead."

The troll let out a hardy chuckle. "I'd say this young one has hit the mana crystals harder then you, Rater. Whelp, have you even looked at the man you are claiming to be your father, he looks nothing like you … or you just going up to every red-haired man you see and call them Dad?"

His arm was finally released and Obito was shoved roughly away. He turned and faced his tormentor, he was surprised to see what the troll had said was right, the face looking back at him was not his mirror image however it was still his father's. It seemed it had aged a thousand years in the time since he'd last seen him, no longer the clean handsome face of six months ago. It was now more haggard, with a small beard and a large scar across his forehead.

"Father, what happen?"

The familiar fire in his father's eyes raged. "I'm not your father!"

"So you say but your eyes and voice are the same I've recoiled from for years." Obito said. He reached out mentally for his father but found nothing. The link was only there if the other person shared his or hers name, he and his father had shared a bond since birth. Obito pressed harder and was hit with a painful backlash that caused him to stagger.

"Aw, I tell you what," the troll said standing. "I have red hair, what if I give you ten gold coins to call me Daddy for the next hour upstairs in my room."

Obito looked over alarmed as the troll approached. His eyes darted back to his father who had sat back down at the table with an amused look on his face. "Father …"

"Hey, I'm your Daddy," the troll said as his large hand closed around Obito's neck like a viper.

Obito's mind flashed back to another moment in time and he became rigid with terror. He was broken out of his daze when the troll let out a scream. Hotaru had her razor sharp beak clamped down on his arm. Obito slammed his knee into the groin of the other and then quickly moved out of his reach when his arm released him.

Hotaru wrapped her tail around him protectively as he drew out his sword and a small axe. His eyes pleaded with his father but all he got in return was the same look of amusement as before. "Are you going to let the child get away with that, Nity?"

The troll didn't reply as he charged, his own sword slashed at Obito's tunic causing it to tear. Obito blocked his attack with his sword and brought the axe down hard on the other's forearm. Just then there was a loud crash from behind him and Obito found himself thrown against a table then dragged to the floor. He heard the sounds of many footsteps and looked up to see a dozen Draenei Peacekeepers.

"There will be no fighting with the walls of Shattrath; this is a sanctuary for all."

Obito felt cold iron shackles slip around his wrists and watched as the troll got the same treatment.

"Hey, I'm hurt here … I didn't do anything, that one caused all the trouble."

Obito was pulled roughly to his feet; his tunic hung half on, half off, the crest of Ravenwind clearly visible. "Come with us now, Blood Elf. You have much to answer to."

"Wait, please … that man is my father, he must have hit his head or something … please he has a tattoo like the one I have …" Obito begged as a large Draenei pulled him toward the exit.

His father stood and unbuttoned his tunic revealing a bare, unmarked chest. "As I tried to tell you before, child, I'm not your father … and if you cross my path again, I'll make sure to sear that fact into you." His hands flared briefly, and then he turned his back to them and sat back down to his drink.