Bullroarer
27-11-04, 04:15 PM
The sun shined through the trees of Zula’amon as a soft wind blew through from the east. In the midst of the daily work done by troll males and females, I would hammer the Arcanite into solid form. I am one of the few trollish black smiths in the Horde. Ever since we moved to Kalimidor, the Orcs have shared with us metallurgy. In the old days, the trolls would charge at armies of dwarves and elves with spears of stone. No wonder we were thrown of Dun’ Morogh by the dwarves and Quel’ thalas by the elves.
People see me as I pour the ore into the caste. They think I am just another metal worker, but that is far from the truth. I have a secret within my heart, which none would ever believe. There is a secret within my very soul that I could never share or else I would be dead. I sometimes want to stand on top of the roof of the village chief and scream what is lurking in my heart. I would never the courage to tell anyone. The very depths of my soul ate at me when I thought of it and in a way, it brings me shame. I could never tell anyone that I practiced elvin magic. I practiced the magic of the demon hunters.
***
“Wake up, wake up, Zakaldar.” A tiny voice squeaked beside me. I rolled my skull to see Arianla. She was a young elvin girl, who chose to come sneaking into the troll village so she could play with or get into mischief. Night elf parents were extremely flexible with their children. Mostly because night elves don’t sleep and if they do, then they don’t sleep much. Arianla was always excitable and always willing to get into trouble. She never cared about what the others said as long as she had her fun. She was about my size and her hair was purple just like her skin. Her ears were enormously large and stuck straight up. Her eyes sometimes reminded me of the stars in the sky, for they actually glowed.
“Will please just let me sleep. I am not going to live 10,000 years, so I need sleep to stay alive.” I pushed her aside and buried myself in the woolen blanket even further. I really hated how elves thought they could simply push people around. If my father found out I had an elvin friend then he would flay me with his whip. I sometimes wondered what my mother would have done, but the thought was simply to horrible. I was much smaller than my brothers and father. I was well known as the runt in my family. My little green Mohawk barely went up a few centimeters and my skin was a lighter blue than that of my brothers. I didn’t have a large and proud nose like an adult troll warrior, instead I had a tiny nub.
“Fine then, I guess you don’t mind me taking your father’s giant bat.” Those words immediately got my attention and quickly sat back up. If my father ever found a missing bat, then he would take his rage out on me. I hated how this elf always got the best of me, but I had to admit she was smarter than I was. I sometimes wondered exactly how old she really was.
“Fine, fine, I am coming. Just let me grab my spear.” I stumbled out of bed and grabbed my tiny spear from one of the shelves. It was a small design and I only used it to kill tiny birds and such. Arianla sometimes ridiculed me about my spear, but I usually just ignored her. As a night elf she could already throw a bloody chakram and slice fruit of a tree. She always talked about becoming a warrior, but I never paid much attention to that. My dreams were to play with my father’s bats.
“Come here, quickly before they see us.” She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me through the window. She landed nimbly while landed upon my head. Grabbing me quickly she and I ran into the forest. There we found the great big hippogriph. Silent and strong, it looked at me with contempt. I truly felt fear as I looked upon the large bird and its magistec antlers. The beak came close to me and if Arianla were not there, it would have taken my head off.
She climbed upon the back and then helped me on top as we usually did. The unsteady feeling of the creature rising up sent a chill down my back. I hung onto my friend as we flew through the air. The wind tickled the furrows of my head as we passed through the night sky. There was a certain type of joy in flying in such unlimited freedom. The stars and two moons of the night sky seemed to smile down upon as we passed in their wake.
We landed in a clearing with a bunch of other night elves. She held my hand as we landed among the giant trees that rose into the heavens. There were night elves down there whispering and praying towards the growing fire. I felt wrong simply by being there. I felt such fear coming from inside of me as if all the food in my stomach had stopped moving.
“I want to go home.” I stated to her as I patted her on the shoulder.
“Don’t be such an infant. Those elves down there are demon hunters. My mother says that they have magic that could put any druid to shame. Lord Illidan himself was a demon hunter. You’re not afraid of a little dark magic?” She snickered.
“No.” I lied. Truth was that I had never been so afraid in my life.
***
When I turned thirteen, Arianla I had begun to use the dark magics ourselves. It had been so scary at first, but then I became more used to it. It actually felt very good, being able to use such powerful magic. I could summon dark spirits and converse with the demons themselves. I was having so much fun taking the dark magic within me. Everytime the dark magic entered me, I felt like I needed more. I felt like I could take as much as I wanted and never get caught. After I turned eighteen, I made an error.
I was whispering in demonic tongue to a blazing fire. The darkness began to enter me as I did this within the confines of my hut. Then my mother opened the door to the hut. The look upon her face was that of absolute horror. She knew that I had been practicing magic for a while, but she never knew what type of magic. The site of me sitting there with my glowing blood red almost made her scream. I quickly put the fire out, hopping that she would not see me.
“Is this what you have been doing while no one else is at home? My own son is practicing demonic magic like a witch doctor or Shadow hunter. My own flesh and blood son is addicted to the powers of evil.” She looked as though she were about to faint.
“Mother, it is not what you think. I was merely practicing meditation.” I tried to make an excuse to escape the situation.
“Don’t lie to me son. I have seen the same thing happen to my brother and my father as well. I can see the fire burning in your eyes. You’re addicted aren’t you?” She wailed.
“Mother, I swear it’s not as bad as you think. I can handle it.” I tried making another excuse so I would not be separated from the power. Perhaps I was making the excuse for myself.
“It will consume you, just as it consumed my father. Please, if you love me, then you will stop.” She pleaded, my heart broke and tears began to fall from my eyes. It hurt me so much to see my mother in such a state of trauma.
“I am not your father!” I bellowed, my emotions turned to anger.
“If you continue doing this then I swear I am going to die. I am not as young as I once was. If you do this, I swear I am going to die. Choose now, me or your magic. I looked into the eyes of the mother that bore me. She was in such grief and pain that I was sobbing for her. She was the mother that taught me how to spear a bird. She nursed every injury I ever had and sat by my side when I was sick. She worked hard for our family, so that we all could have food.
The magic was so powerful and it called out to me at that moment. It was as if the feeling to use more dark magic had taken upon a life on its own. I could practically hear the demons near my ears, whispering and trying to change my mind. What harm was a little dark magic now and then. Who was I really hurting when I took the magics. It was simply another hobby like my third brother’s alchemy.
Then I saw who I was hurting. My sick and graying mother was hurting. She, who bore me, taught me and raised me, was hurting with intense pain. She that protected me for years from the wrath of my father was now thinking about dying. Now that I think back, I probably deserved my father’s wrath for what I had done to my mother. I had a choice between the magic, which made me scream in joy and the mother that loved me. It was an easy choice, for there were many different ways for pleasure. There will always be only one mother for me.
***
“Come on, I need some dark energy!” Arianla screamed. Her eyes had been dug out of her skull. She had become a true demon hunter. Her once beautiful eyes were gone. I had chosen to stop the dark magic addiction while Arianla continued. My best friend in the world was now suffering for the choice I almost made. A part of me is still suffering for what I did in my youth. Not a day goes by that the craving does not crow within my ear.
“I am sorry, but I don’t have any of that stuff in my hut anymore.” I answered trying to calm her down. She was a fully grown woman, but her mind was frantic like an animal. I tried to hold her, but she threw my hands aside. I could see the sheer madness just pouring out of her skin. Her beautiful lavender skin had become hard and ashy. She was loosing all control.
“Don’t joke, where are the artifacts?” She said trying to hold in her anxiety. Arianla had wanted to become a noble warrior, but she became something less.
“I am serious, I need the dark energy to pay the demons off. Please, just give me some.” She was almost screeching.
“I am also serious, I have nothing.” I answered. “I now do a blacksmithing rather than magic. I have a wife and some children of my own. I also taking care of my mother as well. I stopped using the stuff seven years ago. I am sorry.”
“Well, if you don’t have anything than I guess this means goodbye.” She said as a dark hole suddenly appeared beneath her and she fell into a void screaming. The demons who give a lot of dark energy usually want something back in return. I tried to save her, but the hole was gone as soon as my hand came close. My best friend was now gone.
***
“Daddy, did you hear that?” My youngest son, Bazarg, asked as we came home from a day in the market. He reminds me so much of myself in my youth. He has the same light blue skin, the same nub for a nose and the same tiny green mohowak upon his head.
“What do you mean, son?” As I opened the door of the hut.
“I heard a voice coming from the woods. It sounded like a she and it was calling ‘Please, just give me some.” Bazarg said. My heart stopped moving. People who are victims of demonic seduction were known to come back as demons or angry spirits. I wondered if Arianla had come back. Perhaps her spirit would meet me again someday. She was still a part of me and I sort of loved her.
I turned back to Bazarg, “It is just the wind.” With that I close the door behind me and I sit down for dinner with my family.
People see me as I pour the ore into the caste. They think I am just another metal worker, but that is far from the truth. I have a secret within my heart, which none would ever believe. There is a secret within my very soul that I could never share or else I would be dead. I sometimes want to stand on top of the roof of the village chief and scream what is lurking in my heart. I would never the courage to tell anyone. The very depths of my soul ate at me when I thought of it and in a way, it brings me shame. I could never tell anyone that I practiced elvin magic. I practiced the magic of the demon hunters.
***
“Wake up, wake up, Zakaldar.” A tiny voice squeaked beside me. I rolled my skull to see Arianla. She was a young elvin girl, who chose to come sneaking into the troll village so she could play with or get into mischief. Night elf parents were extremely flexible with their children. Mostly because night elves don’t sleep and if they do, then they don’t sleep much. Arianla was always excitable and always willing to get into trouble. She never cared about what the others said as long as she had her fun. She was about my size and her hair was purple just like her skin. Her ears were enormously large and stuck straight up. Her eyes sometimes reminded me of the stars in the sky, for they actually glowed.
“Will please just let me sleep. I am not going to live 10,000 years, so I need sleep to stay alive.” I pushed her aside and buried myself in the woolen blanket even further. I really hated how elves thought they could simply push people around. If my father found out I had an elvin friend then he would flay me with his whip. I sometimes wondered what my mother would have done, but the thought was simply to horrible. I was much smaller than my brothers and father. I was well known as the runt in my family. My little green Mohawk barely went up a few centimeters and my skin was a lighter blue than that of my brothers. I didn’t have a large and proud nose like an adult troll warrior, instead I had a tiny nub.
“Fine then, I guess you don’t mind me taking your father’s giant bat.” Those words immediately got my attention and quickly sat back up. If my father ever found a missing bat, then he would take his rage out on me. I hated how this elf always got the best of me, but I had to admit she was smarter than I was. I sometimes wondered exactly how old she really was.
“Fine, fine, I am coming. Just let me grab my spear.” I stumbled out of bed and grabbed my tiny spear from one of the shelves. It was a small design and I only used it to kill tiny birds and such. Arianla sometimes ridiculed me about my spear, but I usually just ignored her. As a night elf she could already throw a bloody chakram and slice fruit of a tree. She always talked about becoming a warrior, but I never paid much attention to that. My dreams were to play with my father’s bats.
“Come here, quickly before they see us.” She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me through the window. She landed nimbly while landed upon my head. Grabbing me quickly she and I ran into the forest. There we found the great big hippogriph. Silent and strong, it looked at me with contempt. I truly felt fear as I looked upon the large bird and its magistec antlers. The beak came close to me and if Arianla were not there, it would have taken my head off.
She climbed upon the back and then helped me on top as we usually did. The unsteady feeling of the creature rising up sent a chill down my back. I hung onto my friend as we flew through the air. The wind tickled the furrows of my head as we passed through the night sky. There was a certain type of joy in flying in such unlimited freedom. The stars and two moons of the night sky seemed to smile down upon as we passed in their wake.
We landed in a clearing with a bunch of other night elves. She held my hand as we landed among the giant trees that rose into the heavens. There were night elves down there whispering and praying towards the growing fire. I felt wrong simply by being there. I felt such fear coming from inside of me as if all the food in my stomach had stopped moving.
“I want to go home.” I stated to her as I patted her on the shoulder.
“Don’t be such an infant. Those elves down there are demon hunters. My mother says that they have magic that could put any druid to shame. Lord Illidan himself was a demon hunter. You’re not afraid of a little dark magic?” She snickered.
“No.” I lied. Truth was that I had never been so afraid in my life.
***
When I turned thirteen, Arianla I had begun to use the dark magics ourselves. It had been so scary at first, but then I became more used to it. It actually felt very good, being able to use such powerful magic. I could summon dark spirits and converse with the demons themselves. I was having so much fun taking the dark magic within me. Everytime the dark magic entered me, I felt like I needed more. I felt like I could take as much as I wanted and never get caught. After I turned eighteen, I made an error.
I was whispering in demonic tongue to a blazing fire. The darkness began to enter me as I did this within the confines of my hut. Then my mother opened the door to the hut. The look upon her face was that of absolute horror. She knew that I had been practicing magic for a while, but she never knew what type of magic. The site of me sitting there with my glowing blood red almost made her scream. I quickly put the fire out, hopping that she would not see me.
“Is this what you have been doing while no one else is at home? My own son is practicing demonic magic like a witch doctor or Shadow hunter. My own flesh and blood son is addicted to the powers of evil.” She looked as though she were about to faint.
“Mother, it is not what you think. I was merely practicing meditation.” I tried to make an excuse to escape the situation.
“Don’t lie to me son. I have seen the same thing happen to my brother and my father as well. I can see the fire burning in your eyes. You’re addicted aren’t you?” She wailed.
“Mother, I swear it’s not as bad as you think. I can handle it.” I tried making another excuse so I would not be separated from the power. Perhaps I was making the excuse for myself.
“It will consume you, just as it consumed my father. Please, if you love me, then you will stop.” She pleaded, my heart broke and tears began to fall from my eyes. It hurt me so much to see my mother in such a state of trauma.
“I am not your father!” I bellowed, my emotions turned to anger.
“If you continue doing this then I swear I am going to die. I am not as young as I once was. If you do this, I swear I am going to die. Choose now, me or your magic. I looked into the eyes of the mother that bore me. She was in such grief and pain that I was sobbing for her. She was the mother that taught me how to spear a bird. She nursed every injury I ever had and sat by my side when I was sick. She worked hard for our family, so that we all could have food.
The magic was so powerful and it called out to me at that moment. It was as if the feeling to use more dark magic had taken upon a life on its own. I could practically hear the demons near my ears, whispering and trying to change my mind. What harm was a little dark magic now and then. Who was I really hurting when I took the magics. It was simply another hobby like my third brother’s alchemy.
Then I saw who I was hurting. My sick and graying mother was hurting. She, who bore me, taught me and raised me, was hurting with intense pain. She that protected me for years from the wrath of my father was now thinking about dying. Now that I think back, I probably deserved my father’s wrath for what I had done to my mother. I had a choice between the magic, which made me scream in joy and the mother that loved me. It was an easy choice, for there were many different ways for pleasure. There will always be only one mother for me.
***
“Come on, I need some dark energy!” Arianla screamed. Her eyes had been dug out of her skull. She had become a true demon hunter. Her once beautiful eyes were gone. I had chosen to stop the dark magic addiction while Arianla continued. My best friend in the world was now suffering for the choice I almost made. A part of me is still suffering for what I did in my youth. Not a day goes by that the craving does not crow within my ear.
“I am sorry, but I don’t have any of that stuff in my hut anymore.” I answered trying to calm her down. She was a fully grown woman, but her mind was frantic like an animal. I tried to hold her, but she threw my hands aside. I could see the sheer madness just pouring out of her skin. Her beautiful lavender skin had become hard and ashy. She was loosing all control.
“Don’t joke, where are the artifacts?” She said trying to hold in her anxiety. Arianla had wanted to become a noble warrior, but she became something less.
“I am serious, I need the dark energy to pay the demons off. Please, just give me some.” She was almost screeching.
“I am also serious, I have nothing.” I answered. “I now do a blacksmithing rather than magic. I have a wife and some children of my own. I also taking care of my mother as well. I stopped using the stuff seven years ago. I am sorry.”
“Well, if you don’t have anything than I guess this means goodbye.” She said as a dark hole suddenly appeared beneath her and she fell into a void screaming. The demons who give a lot of dark energy usually want something back in return. I tried to save her, but the hole was gone as soon as my hand came close. My best friend was now gone.
***
“Daddy, did you hear that?” My youngest son, Bazarg, asked as we came home from a day in the market. He reminds me so much of myself in my youth. He has the same light blue skin, the same nub for a nose and the same tiny green mohowak upon his head.
“What do you mean, son?” As I opened the door of the hut.
“I heard a voice coming from the woods. It sounded like a she and it was calling ‘Please, just give me some.” Bazarg said. My heart stopped moving. People who are victims of demonic seduction were known to come back as demons or angry spirits. I wondered if Arianla had come back. Perhaps her spirit would meet me again someday. She was still a part of me and I sort of loved her.
I turned back to Bazarg, “It is just the wind.” With that I close the door behind me and I sit down for dinner with my family.