Raging Tauren part 5
Xasxas’ mind was quickly brought back to the present by a slap on the back by Elder Runetotem. Yet anger still filled his heart as he remembered the death of both his parents.
“I know what you are thinking lad, began the elder. I miss your parents dearly. You father and I where the best of friends long before you were born. We were proud, headstrong young bulls then. We would hunt together. There is much of your father that I see in you lad.”
There was a long silence as the wind whistled amongst the three mesas that formed Thunder Bluff. The sun had long since set and Xasxas now stared at the moonlight Mulgore sky. Thousands of points of lights wheeled across the skies in an endless array that never ceased to fascinate him.
“Come back inside my son, there is something I need to tell you.”
Silence. Xasxas still kept his back to Elder Runetotem.
“If you will not give me the courtesy due an elder, then you will give me the attention due a father,” said the Elder in a raised voice.
With that Elder Runetotem grabbed Xasxas and spun him around, with a strength belying his age. Xasxas simply stood there staring at his elder with an expression of anger on his face.
“I know your anger is not directed at me lad, and so I will not count it as the disrespect the other elders would consider it. Ever since your father died, I have helped raise you at your mother’s request and now Morningstar’s. Things are not always what they seem, and though you think you see things as they are now that you are a druid you still have much to learn. Blame for your father’s hands does not lay with the dwarves…”
His face now frozen and emotionless, except for the piercing eyes for which Xasxas was known, paused, then in a sarcastic tone that Elder Runetotem would not tolerated from any save his foster son.
“Then teach me O’ wise one.”
Elder Runetotem let out a long sigh then continued.
“Your father did not die because he was murdered by the dark iron dwarves. Your father died because he was headstrong – like you.”
“I know what you are thinking lad, began the elder. I miss your parents dearly. You father and I where the best of friends long before you were born. We were proud, headstrong young bulls then. We would hunt together. There is much of your father that I see in you lad.”
There was a long silence as the wind whistled amongst the three mesas that formed Thunder Bluff. The sun had long since set and Xasxas now stared at the moonlight Mulgore sky. Thousands of points of lights wheeled across the skies in an endless array that never ceased to fascinate him.
“Come back inside my son, there is something I need to tell you.”
Silence. Xasxas still kept his back to Elder Runetotem.
“If you will not give me the courtesy due an elder, then you will give me the attention due a father,” said the Elder in a raised voice.
With that Elder Runetotem grabbed Xasxas and spun him around, with a strength belying his age. Xasxas simply stood there staring at his elder with an expression of anger on his face.
“I know your anger is not directed at me lad, and so I will not count it as the disrespect the other elders would consider it. Ever since your father died, I have helped raise you at your mother’s request and now Morningstar’s. Things are not always what they seem, and though you think you see things as they are now that you are a druid you still have much to learn. Blame for your father’s hands does not lay with the dwarves…”
His face now frozen and emotionless, except for the piercing eyes for which Xasxas was known, paused, then in a sarcastic tone that Elder Runetotem would not tolerated from any save his foster son.
“Then teach me O’ wise one.”
Elder Runetotem let out a long sigh then continued.
“Your father did not die because he was murdered by the dark iron dwarves. Your father died because he was headstrong – like you.”
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