The Forgotten Chieftain's Wife Chapter 8
It had been a few days now and Drek'Thar had cleared Lyanna out of the danger zone. He deemed her recovered enough to the point where she could leave the family's tent, but was hard pressed to do so. Lyanna is extremely guilt ridden. Gul'dan had been sending out squads of Orc's for days now to round up humans to use to fuel and because of her they knew exactly where to go.
In the timeframe Lyanna had endured as Gul'dan's slave he had forced her to draw maps of Azeroth marking down villages in all of the kingdoms. He and his commanders were especially interested in the spots that contained the most populated areas. Those were the settlements they'd targeted first. Each time the Orc's had returned victorious in their hunts Lyanna could hear the screams of her people as they were herded into pens crowded together like cattle. It sometimes got so intense that Lyanna covered her ears preferring not to listen to them. She couldn't bear what the Orc's were doing and the part she played in this travesty. She was too ashamed to face the people of Azeroth and scared to death that someone would recognize her disregarding the years she's been missing from their hearts and minds.
The Frostwolves had more dignity and honor about it. Each time they returned from one of these excursions she could by the revolted expressions on their faces from the deplorable acts they had to do. The rest of the Warband may thoroughly enjoy it, but the Frostwolves did not.
In the end the decision no longer lay with her. Drek'Thar has put his foot down insisting she leave the tent and take some fresh air. She and the baby both needed it. Draka even went as far as to reassure her that she would accompany them as an escort the entire duration.
So reluctantly Lyanna admitted defeat.
To appease Lyanna in a way Draka agreed for them to stay within the perimeter of the Frostwolves campsite. The majority of the tribe came out to greet Lyanna once they saw her out and about and to get a good look at the baby. In her confinement none of them had been able to visit on Durotan's orders, but that was null and void now. Like the proud new mother that she is Lyanna was all too happy to show her firstborn off to her friends, but, at the same time, she felt a bit of trepidation towards them.
The main reason for this is because of the green hew to her sons skin color a sure sign of the fel infecting his body. The Frostwolves did not approve of the fel they preferred to rely on their own natural ability's and strength. Lyanna feared them rejecting the baby and becoming aggressive toward him which turned out to be far from the case. Instead the baby's clansmen doted on him. This is the first baby that had been born to the clan for a very long time so to them he was everyone's child.
The mothers of young children in the Frostwolves went out of their way to share tips on how to take care of her son that they had used with their own children. Ones who lacked them requested to hold him briefly just to know the feel of a baby in their arms. Lyanna couldn't find it in her heart to deny them this rare pleasure. The males argued back and forth already deciding on what he was going to be when he got older a shaman, hunter, or a warrior. Lyanna had felt obligated to step in before fistfight broke out gently reminding them that next to being Durotan's heir as future chieftain their son is in charge of his own destiny and will decide for himself. That seemed to successfully pacify them.
Lyanna was just permitting some children to play with the baby while she was still holding him when she heard it.
Bloodcurdling screams from young and old could clearly be heard approaching the camp mixed with roars of Orc's. They were getting louder in volume as they were forced further in. Lyanna knew what it was immediately as did the Frostwolves.
The warriors were back with a new haul.
The Frostwolf mothers gathered their children hurrying them inside the tents not wanting them to be exposed to something like this.
Sharing similar sentiments, placing her hands on Lyanna's shoulders to steer her away, Draka murmured "Come on, Lyanna. You don't want to see this."
"No," whispered Lyanna, shaking her head, slowly stepping in the direction she's been avoiding, "…I have to see this."
Authors Note:
…Am I the only one who thinks this is a bad idea?
I don't know about you guys, but I don't think I'll ever get tired of Durotan. (sighing dreamily)
None of you are going to believe what happened to me recently. I was on the way to get my nails done for a potential job interview when suddenly another car slams into my from behind. An idiot driver wasn't paying attention so I and the car in front of me got hit pretty hard. I'm fine, got lucky, not a scratch on me, but it could've been a lot more serious. Right now the side of my head hurt and my left side is really starting to feel the pain. Nothings broken just sore and bruised.
Bad news is my car got totaled. I really liked this car to I've had it for three years. Good news is I'm going to be able to buy a new one, unfortunately, it'll be a while before I can.
Today was looking so bright and then this crap happened.
For those of you who drive here, take my advice. EYES ON THE ROAD! I came out alive this time around. The same thing might not happen for any of you if you get into an accident. It's harsh, but the truth.