Part Two: Consequences

Chapter Seven

"Are you going to sit there all day again, beloved?"

Tyilo looked over at his wife from the chair he sat on; beside him on a large plush bed was Obito, covered with a soft silken sheet.

"Belestra removed the healing coma yesterday; she said he should awake on his own now." He reached over and took one of Obito's hands in his own. "Remember when he was first born and we would count his fingers and toes to make sure there were ten … I find myself doing that again and again. The healers did a wonderful job re-growing bone and flesh."

"Aye," Amaya said as she moved over and massaged her husband's shoulders. "They were able to replace what was lost and remove all the scars. Though, they aren't sure if his eye will have sight until he awakes, but no one could tell that by looking at him."

Amaya bent down and kissed Obito's forehead. "I'll bring lunch to you in a bit, beloved." She paused and glanced out the window. "Did you really have to hang that right there?"

Tyilo looked over at the black dragon head which hung outside across the streets of Silvermoon. "I wanted him to see it and know the nightmare was over." After she left he went back to his vigil, watching his son's chest move up and down in slumber. In his head he went over the list of injuries Belestra had told him about, the ordeal his son went through had been horrific. Though his body was well, they worried about his mind.

A soft rap on the door brought him out of his musing and he called out for the guest to enter. He stood as Halduron Brightwing entered. "Thank you for coming to my aid again, Hal."

The other nodded, "Any time old friend, how is Silvermoon's youngest hero doing?"

"He's still lost, I had a thought that might help … but I'm not sure it can be done. Hunters share a spirit bond with the animals which fight at their sides, correct? My son befriended a dragonhawk, I was wondering even though he's unconscious if you could use your skills to call his beast to him? Perhaps having it here will speed up his recovery."

"That is a highly unusual request," Halduron said moving over the bed. Taking off his golden gauntlets he took a still hand into his own and placed his other hand on Obito's forehead. "His partner is dead, the bond isn't there."

"I see … I thank you for your time …"

"Impatient as always, Ty" Halduron said with a small grin as the bedroom suddenly came alive with the magical energy of the Ranger-General. There was an emerald blast of magic and when it faded a grumpy looking dragonhawk let out a loud squawk. Halduron placed a hand on Hotaru's beak and calmed her while healing the wounds she still carried. He took a couple of apples out of a nearby fruit bowl and gave them to the dragonhawk who hungrily gobbled them down.

Tyilo offered Halduron a cold glass of water from a nearby pitcher to help recharge the magic lost. Hotaru let out a soft growl as he approached. "Seems your son's partner doesn't care for you, Ty."

The mage shrugged, "I tried to kill it once."

"Tried?" Halduron chuckled. "If he had wanted to kill you, Hotaru, you would have been dead. You are safe here my winged friend. Please rest with your master and heal him."

"Does that beast understand you?" Tyilo asked as the dragonhawk curled up on the bed with Obito, resting her head on his chest.

"Yes and she understands you." Halduron finished his drink and slipped his gauntlets back on. "I need to return to the Spire, I really hope your son returns to you soon."

Tyilo saw his friend to the door, as Halduron stepped outside he turned to him with a look of amusement on his face. "I promised him I wouldn't say anything, but Ty you do realize all hunters once they reach Obito's level are taught how to look dead to their foes …"

Tyilo didn't hear the rest as he disappeared from the door to reappear in his son's room. The bed was empty; Obito and the dragonhawk were nowhere to be seen.

Chapter Eight

Obito was laying down, relaxing in a small hidden grove outside the city gates, Hotaru hovered nearby. He blocked his mind from his father's voice after assuring him he'd return shortly. The blades of grass tickled the bare flesh of his back; in his hurry to leave he was only dressed in thin cotton pants. Picking up the mirror he'd snagged from his nightstand he took a deep breath and held it up. A sigh of relief escaped from him as the face in the glass looked back at him.

A scent in the wind warned him of the approach of another, for a brief moment he contemplated running but as the person got closer, a look of surprise crossed his face and he quickly moved into a kneeling position with one hand on his knee the other on the ground.

"Young Ravenwind you really shouldn't make your father upset."

"Master Brightwing, I just needed some time to myself … I've … I've been through a lot. You have my gratitude for not telling my father of my ruse." As he spoke Obito kept his attention focused on the ground in front of him. "Hotaru also gives her thanks in bringing her back."

Halduron rubbed the beak of the cooing dragonhawk. "What I said back in your bedroom about your father, I wasn't only speaking to Hotaru. If Ty, your father, had wanted you dead you would have been dead."

Obito's fingers dug into the ground slightly as his body tensed. "I carried around a scar on my back that said otherwise, sir." He flinched slightly as he felt the cool armored hand of the other brush his long crimson locks off his back.

"You flesh has no scar …"

"Now," Obito said tersely.

"Well, sounds like you and your father have a lot to talk about then."

"My father doesn't listen to me; he'll never see me anything other than a disobedient child."

"Perhaps you should stop acting like one then," Tyilo said appearing from behind the Ranger-General.

Obito's looked up; he couldn't hide the expression of betrayal in his face. "Don't give me that look, child." Halduron growled, emphasizing the last word. "Your father has been my friend since the academy."

As the two elders stepped away to talk to themselves, Obito contemplated the idea of running again.

"I'll have you trapped in my frost nova before you made it to the edge of the clearing," Tyilo said without looking toward him.

With a loud sigh Obito dropped back down on the ground, lying on his back. As he watched a leaf float down from its lofty perch he noticed something was amiss. Taking his hand he covered his right eye and a feeling of dread descended as his world became dark.

"My left eye is blind," he said to no particular. "Will this nightmare never end?"

"The healers were afraid that might be the case," Tyilo said.

"You need to stop this woe is me attitude, young Ravenwind. Your right eye still has vision and which is all you need to be a Ranger of Silvermoon. Practice will help with any depth perception lost." Halduron said. "All right, I really need to get back to the Spire … you want me to hog tie him before I leave, Ty?"

His father let out a chuckle. "Nay, thanks for guiding me here, seems we have a lot to talk about."

The other nodded. "All right, I take my leave." In a lower voice he whispered. "Just make sure you listen as well as lecture, old friend."

Obito quickly stood and bowed slightly as Halduron walked off into the woods. He then turned and faced his father, his hands clenched behind his back, his head bowed slightly.

"Look at me, my son." Tyilo said softly.

His tone was slightly unsettling, Obito couldn't recall a time his father's voice didn't reflect the fire that burned within his soul. Obito raised his head, his gaze meeting his father's.

The elder sighed. "Your expression hasn't changed after all these years; you look as if you're waiting for a fire ball to explode from my hand."

"Perhaps because it has many times, Father," Obito said not concealing the venom in his voice.

"I know I haven't been the best parent at times …"

"Parents don't nuke their children!" Obito shouted. "You know how many test papers you turned to ash in my hands when I brought home less than perfect grades? How many burns Mother had to get treated before I could be seen in the public eye? Yet I kept coming back, hoping and praying that I'd figure it out."

"Figure what out?"

"How to make you proud of me, by the Sunwell; do you know how many times I sat in your study going over and over the simplest spells in your spell book trying to bend my magic …"

"I'd find you asleep on my desk using the book as a pillow, the smell of ash still hanging in the air. I still believe you have the fire within you to be a great mage …"

"No!" Obito cried. "I'm not a mage, Father … my magic doesn't flow with the elements it flows in the way of the beasts. I'm tired of trying to fit your ideals, please accept me for who I am."

"And who are you?" Tyilo asked.

"I'm Obito Ravenwind, Ranger of Silvermoon."

Chapter Nine

Night had come to the forest; Tyilo started a small fire and offered Obito his cloak, which he wrapped around himself. The afternoon had slipped by as the younger Ravenwind released eighteen years of bottled up rage, fears, and dreams. The eldest tried his best to bite his tongue in defending his actions, now both were silent, sitting and watching the flames dance. Hotaru had disappeared early on, probably to hunt for herself. She seemed to have taken Halduron's words to heart and knew her master was safe in the company of his father, even if Obito wasn't sure himself.

"My son, before we return home, tell me about your abduction. From your injuries I can tell the hell you must have gone through, but would like to hear the exact details."

"Why, Father? I rather just try to forget it ever happened."

"To see if I charred the Dragon long enough? I have my reasons and …" Tyilo reached over and covered Obito's good eye. "I don't think you'll ever be able to forget"

Obito brushed his hand away and sighed. "I was in Thousand Needles, had just finished a job to kill some centaurs and was headed back to Freewind when these orcs came out from nowhere; they killed Hotaru in one attack. They weren't like any orcs I've seen before. One of them came up from behind and grabbed me around the neck …" His hand moved to his throat.

"And why did they target you, Obito?" His Father asked.

Obito gestured at the tattoo on his chest. "They asked who my father was and when I refused to answer they tore my shirt off and revealed our crest. Then … then they broke my neck and killed me. Before my spirit could flee they put the manacle around my neck, keeping my soul trapped in the broken body. Father, you know what that feels like? To be dead but not dead … it's a dark and cold place."

Tyilo said nothing but the flames from the fire seemed to grow more violent. He nodded for his son to continue.

"I don't know how long I was kept in that corpse state but when they resurrected me I was in the cell in Blackrock Mountains, of course I didn't know that and none of my captors deemed it important enough to tell me where I was being held." Obito wrapped his arms around his knees. "The torture started almost immediately, my ear had already been severed by then, my fingers were next …" He flexed his now whole hand and curled it into a fist. "My second death came from a beating I received, he just kept kicking me until something important broke inside me, I'm not a healer I don't know what. I tried to defend myself, Father, but there were three and my arms were broken …"

By now the blaze had grown higher than Obito and he pulled back. His father noticed and as quickly as the fire had raged it quieted. "Maybe I should return and kill any left," Tyilo whispered.

"The same repulsive orc priestess would bring me back from death. Sometimes she would restore me with care but most times her heals were as painful as any torture. Ever had bone regrown while your nerves were left intact?" Obito's cheeks flushed. "I screamed," he whispered. "By the Sunwell did I scream, I tried not to, I know how the Sin'dorei are to conduct themselves. But … I was hoarse by the time you … they saved me."

Obito had moved a safe distance away from the fire so wasn't caught in the eruption of flames. "I would have done the same, my son. You did not shame yourself, or the House of Ravenwind." Tyilo's words were teeming with emotion.

"Father, can … can we go home now? I'm really tired."

"Soon," Tyilo said as he moved to kneel in front of his son. "Hands to your sides, Obito," he instructed. He got a look of confusion but compliance. He removed the cloak and pulled Obito's hair to one side to reveal the crest of his family on his son's chest. He had a matching one on his own. Leaning forward he embraced Obito, wrapping his right arm around his son restraining his movements.

"Father?" Obito's voice raised in alarm as he felt something wet hit his cheek, a tear from his father.

"Forgive me," Tyilo whispered. "I'll never burn you again."

Obito's scream echoed through the forest as his father placed his fire engulfed hand on the tattoo. Tyilo carefully wrapped the now unconscious Obito into his cloak and sent a mental message to his wife to fetch a healer. Then holding him close disappeared to reappear in the bedroom Obito had fled earlier. He gently laid him down and turned to face the wrath of Amaya as she came storming through the door, dragging along a young priestess.

He silenced his wife with a quick spell and spoke to the priest. "Please heal the burn on my son's chest, do not restore the tattoo which was there." He took Amaya's hand and led her out of the room and into his study.

He raised a hand. "Before you start did you put wards on his windows and door?"

"Yes, if he leaves we'll know … but he's not a child anymore we can't keep him locked up here."

"The wards don't stop him from leaving; just alert us if he does. I just need to know he's going to be okay out there …"

"Says the man that just burnt a hole in his son's chest, you told me earlier when I touched your mind that you and he had made some real progress … by the Sunwell our son was opening up to you … and … you did that!"

"I am protecting him; the crest was the only connection he has to the House of Ravenwind. That was how the Black Dragonflight found him, now he'll blend into the countless other Blood Elves. The Black Dragons are not my only enemies."

"Have you looked at him? He's your mirror image!" Amaya sighed. "You could have at least asked him."

Tyilo shrugged. "He's wanted to renounce his bloodlines for many years, now I've opened the door for him to do so." His gaze moved to the door. "He's awake."

"How do you know, none of the wards went off."

"He's calling to me, I should go." Tyilo moved toward the door, only to be cut off by his wife.

"I really think you've done enough," she said. "I'll go and see what he wants; he's probably starving both for food and magic."

Tyilo nodded and bowed slightly. "As you wish, beloved. I have some work I've been neglecting … I'll leave our son in your capable hands."

Chapter Ten

Obito was sitting up in bed when his mother walked in carrying a tray of food and drink. The priestess moved from his side. "Your son's body is still recovering from his ordeal at Blackrock; only his strong will keeps him going now. Please try to see that he befalls no more accidents for a couple of weeks. And Obito, I know you are itching to get back on your quest but I must insist you rest."

The young hunter nodded and sighed. "How long?"

"Two weeks at least, if you fail to do so I'm sure Mistress Belestra will put you back into a coma so your body can heal. She really hates to see her hard work go to waste."

"I'll make sure he does as he's told," his mother said as she sat the tray across his lap. "For now let's see if we can get the glow back into those eyes, tap my mana to help the process."

Obito could tell by the tone in the voice there was no arguing, it was one thing to use it against foes but was very personal to use it on another Sin'dorei. He reached toward her and a small burst of energy blasted from his hand, he did it twice more. "Forgive me, Mother." She nodded giving her okay. He released the stored up mana in a blast of arcane magic. For a moment the others in the room were silenced as he gained her magic. She made him do it a few more times before offering him a glass to top off his energy.

As his mother showed the priestess to the door, Obito sipped on the water. Through an open window Hotaru flew in, he could tell she was grumpy. He picked up an apple from his tray and tossed it at her. She caught it and gulped it down in a couple of bites.

"I'm no happier than you are about being stuck in this place, Hotaru. However, I really think we've used up all our good karma. At least here we're safe from orcs and dragons."

Hotaru let out a loud squawk.

Obito shrugged in a reply. "I've survived eighteen years with him … I can hold out a couple weeks."

His mother reentered and glanced at the dragonhawk. "Is that thing house broken?"

"Yes, she is, I'll send her to the forest while I recover. She was just checking on me." He gently rubbed her beak and then dismissed her. He could tell she wasn't happy being set away again but did as she was told.

Amaya sat down on his bed and gestured to his tray. "Eat what you can and then try to get some rest."

"Mother, is Father going to come back?"

"Nay, I won't let him near you …"

"No, I want to see him."

"He's busy with work, Obito … you know it's for the best if we let him be."

Obito nodded and looked at his food with disinterest. His mother patted his hand as she stood. "I must go as well; I'm needed to teach some classes in the Spire." She paused at the door. "Please stay in your room, Obito."

After she had left Obito moved his tray to the floor without touching anything more on it. He reached out for his father but was met with the mental wall he put up when he was lost in his studies and didn't want to be interrupted. Lying down on his chest he pulled his pillow close and soon fell into a restless slumber.

A burly arm held him pinned around the neck, his arms were bound behind him, and in front of him stood Nefarius his hand glowed with an unnatural fire. "Let me finish what your father started," the dark lord hissed.

Obito awoke in a cold sweat, his eye-sight temporarily stolen from him as his room erupted in a violent blast of magic. The lamps throughout lit up as his parents appeared. He raised a hand to shield himself from the bright lights as his mother moved over to him. Both she and his father were dressed in their sleeping clothes, meaning a simple gown for her and short cotton pants for him. As his mother sat down on his bed they both watched Tyilo move around the room, one hand ablaze. "We heard you scream, Obito. Is everything okay?"

"I did?" Obito raised a hand to his throat and the other to his chest where the tattoo had been. "I'm sorry, it was just a bad dream … Nefarius was going to burn me again." He froze as his father approached his hand still on fire.

"Damn it, beloved, put that out." Amaya scolded.

Tyilo closed his fist and the flames vanished. Without speaking he placed the hand on Obito's shoulder, they vanished to appear in his parents' room on the enormous silk bed in the master chamber. Amaya materialized and crawled into the bed on his left, while his father sat down on a close by chair. It wasn't uncommon for families to have a common bed; it had been Obito who chose to move to his own room a couple years ago.

"Sleep, my son, I'll stay awake and keep the demons at bay," his father said as he picked up a nearby book.

His mother turned so her hand rested on his chest. Obito laid a hand over hers and closed his eyes. As the minutes passed he listened to the ticking of the clock, felt his mother's soft breath on his neck as she fell into slumber and listened to the crinkle of the occasional page as his father read from the light of a candle.

Time slipped by without the relief of sleep.

"You're not going to get well if you don't rest," his father said in a hushed voice.

"If I sleep I'll dream and if I dream …" Obito sighed and carefully, so not to awake his mother, turned on his side to face his father. In the darkness Tyilo's eyes glowed, reflecting the flame of the candle.

"You can't stop living, you do and they win. The only cure for your anguish is time, each day the memories will get less painful, that I promise you. While you are under my house you do not need to be the fearless hunter, or even a brave Sin'dorei, you are free to grieve, cry if you must but most importantly heal. Let me protect you like I did when you were a child, trust me to keep you safe."

"Trust you?" Something between a sob and a laugh escaped Obito. "Father, your hand burnt me … again! I don't give a damn about your reasons; I'll never be that trusting child again. In my dreams it's Nefarius who is speaking but it's your voice I hear before his fire chars my flesh."

"So be it," Tyilo said sadly.

Obito heard him get up from the chair and a moment later the door to the bedroom opened and then closed. Sighing he laid back down the bed. "This is going to be a long two weeks," he thought to himself.

Chapter Eleven

Obito woke up in a cold sweat; the bed and room were empty. The night had crept by slowly he'd seen the first rays of sunlight coming through the window before sleep overtook him. The daylight had soothed his fears and he had made it to midmorning before the dreams woke him.

As he was moving to get out of bed the door opened and his mother walked in. She looked as tired as he felt. "By the Sunwell, I don't know what I'm going to do with you two. I'm tempted to lock you both in the same room and see who walks out. It would be less painful then have you both ripping out my heart."

Obito's cheeks flushed. "I'm sorry for your pain, mother."

"But you won't make amends." Amaya said. "Not that it matters now, your father has left."

"Left?"

"To the Outlands, he's gone to do what he can to aid the Sin'dorei however he can." The sadness in his mother's voice tore at him.

"He retired …"

"He's one of the most powerful magi of Silvermoon, he was welcomed with honors." Amaya sighed and then seemed to collect herself. "Breakfast is set downstairs, you are well enough to eat at the table. Your father hired what seems to be half of the guardian force to watch over the house while he is gone. In his words to 'Protect you since he could not', most are stationed outside and shouldn't interfere with your day to day tasks, there is one that has been assigned your personal bodyguard and will be your shadow until you are healed. Following breakfast I'll have a bath drawn for you … sorry to say but you're a tad bit ripe. After which you are on your own, remember you are to rest, the faster you heal the sooner you can get back out on your own."

"And get out of this house," Obito mumbled as he stood and pulled on a nearby house robe. Outside in the hall stood an armored guardian, who fell in step a few feet behind him as he made his way to the dining room. Obito turned toward him before sitting down at the table. "I really do not need a babysitter."

The guardian made no reply but nor did he leave the room. Obito sighed and sat down helping himself to the generous supply of sweet rolls and fruit. As he finished his breakfast he glanced over at the solemn guard and saw something familiar in his features. "Have we met?" He asked.

The guard nodded. "I was on the raid in Blackrock Mountain, my name is Vorat."

"You're the one that … saved me."

"It was an honor to do my duty."

"You I trust," Obito said as he stood and headed back upstairs. Vorat took his station outside the door to his bedroom. After reassuring that his privacy was intact Obito disrobed and slipped into the hot bath his Mother had ready for him. He took his time enjoying the simple pleasure of scented soap for his flesh and shampoo and conditioner for his long crimson locks.

The water had cooled by the time he got out and slipped on a clean pair of sleeping pants. After braiding his damp hair so it would be more manageable he stretched out on the silken sheets of his bed. The warm bath had the desired effect and soon he was lost in a dreamless slumber, secure in the fact for now he was safe.

Chapter Twelve

The following days passed slowly for Obito; on the third he'd had enough bed rest to last him forever. He wandered his way to his Father's study, leaving Vorat out in the hall he went inside. The walls were lined with countless books and scrolls gathered from a lifetime of studying. The large pedestal that had held Tyilo's spell book was empty.

After looking through a few books with only a half interested eye he spied an old staff leaning against the wall, probably one his father used to wield. Closing his eyes Obito tracked the movements within the house, Vorat was outside the door, his mother was not home and the servants were mostly in the kitchen area.

Picking up the staff he glanced over at the large family portrait on the opposite wall. He'd remembered when it was painted how he hated standing still for it, the hand on his shoulder had been a vice grip as his father held him in place. Sighing he started swinging the staff slowly letting his stiff body work out days of idleness. As he loosened up he started increasing his speed whirling the pole faster, first in front and then behind his back. He moved into his attack stance and started moving the staff in offensive maneuvers. As he brought the staff down quickly a sharp pain exploded from his abdomen. Obito stifled a scream and caught himself on the wall. He wrapped an arm around his stomach and sat down on a nearby pillow waiting for the pain to subside.

"Damn it," he whispered. He hoped he had just pulled a muscle but as he coughed a moment later and tasted blood he knew it was more than that. "Damn it!" He said louder. When his mother found out she'd have him tied down to his bed or worse put back into that healing coma where he couldn't escape from his nightmares.

The study's door opened and Vorat appeared. "Is everything okay, Master Ravenwind?"

He knew it was foolish but he nodded his head and dismissed the paladin. He laid back on the pillow, willing the pain to subside enough for him to think. He was a master in first aid, if he could figure out exactly what he did to himself perhaps he could fix it before anyone noticed.

He gagged as he continued to taste blood. It was something internal for sure, probably whatever had ruptured that first time during the torture at Blackrock. Suddenly he had a strong desire to contact his father and sent out a mental cry for the eldest Ravenwind.

At first he thought it was unheard but a moment later the intense presence of his father entered his mind. "What is it, son, I'm a bit busy here."

"I just wanted to say …" Obito bit his lip as the ache increased. Unwillingly the pain was conveyed between the connection from son to father.

"Obito!" Tyilo shouted in his head.

A moment later the study door burst open and Vorat came charging in. Obito shook his head as the knight knelt down and placed a warm hand on his forehead. "Your father is going to have my head," Vorat growled.

"I'm not some porcelain doll …"

"No but your body is just about as fragile right now," Vorat said as he healing magic started subsiding the pain. "I know you're having a hard time understanding this but you went through a lot, not only is your body weak but your soul is too … just for now, it will mend but to do so you have to give it a chance!"

"I'm sorry, Master Ravenwind but this wound is beyond my abilities, and I need to call in Priestess Belestra."

"Damn it," Obito sighed closing his eyes.

There was a crackle of magical energies and he didn't have to open his eyes to know his mother had arrived. He wondered if his father had summoned her or Vorat but decided it didn't really matter. She didn't say anything and a few moments later he sensed the arrival of a third.

"You are about as hard to keep mended as your Father was in his younger years," Belestra said as she knelt down beside him. "I had to keep him tied down at times just so he'd heal; I think I'll use a gentler method on you though."

"Please don't," he whispered.

"When you awake all will be well, I should have done this in the first place … but your father insisted I rouse you."

Obito wanted to argue more but the priestess was already working her magic and his senses began to dull, he frantically searched out for his father but if he replied Obito didn't hear as he slipped into the healing coma.

Epilogue

Obito walked through the Spire headed for the teleport orb that would bring him to the Undercity. Hotaru hovered at his side, happily to be on the hunt once more. It had been two months since his ordeal; he was ready to move forward with his life. He'd wished his mother could see him off but knew she was busy.

He saluted Halduron Brightwing as he walked passed him and the other leaders of Silvermoon. Halfway up the steps Master Brightwing caught up to him. "Headed out, Obito?" he asked.

"Yes, sir … got a clean bill of heath from Priestess Belestra. I'm anxious to continue my growth down the path of the ranger."

"I have little doubt you'll become one of our finest. Take care, Obito."

As the young hunter disappeared Halduron turned to face Amaya who appeared behind him. "You should have told him about his father."

"My husband's disappearance and probable death in the Outlands would do more harm than good." Amaya replied sadly. "He's asked me repeatedly the last few days why he couldn't contact his father, and finally accepted the fact when I said he was blocking him intentionally. My son has enough demons in his mind without adding the ghost of his father."

Halduron nodded. "Will you go to the Outlands to search for him?"

"I experienced the pain of the life bond being severed when he died, I do not need to find a body to prove what my heart already knows. I'll stay in Silvermoon and keep teaching it's what Ty would have wanted."

"Take care, Amaya and if you ever need anything you know where to find me." The two elders returned to their posts in the Spire, failing to notice a certain hunter had eavesdropped on their conversation.

"I'll bring you home, Father. The Sin'dorei will prevail."