Sorry I missed yesterday – had to bed early as I had to go to work early. Here’s part four!
It was years later when Katalyna finally sat down with her mentor, Farseer Umbrua, and asked the question that had been plaguing her. “Farseer?” she questioned. Her accented common had come a long way. She still had her accent, but she spoke as well as any human around her.
“Yes?” Farseer Umbrua was twisting a small cyclone out of mid-air, and using it to clean up a bit of rubbish in the streets near one of the canals of Stormwind.
“If the elements respond the most easily to our emotions, what does it mean when you set someone on fire accidentially?”
The Farseer chuckled, and her whirlwind danced with merriment. “It just means you were very angry at the time, dear one.” She turned to look at her protégé and she sighed. “This is why you ran away many years ago, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” There was no shame in admitting it now. The fear that had been instilled in her by the Hozen classmate had long since learned to burn away in her training and she knew now that she was always meant to be a shaman. Her mother, in fact, had also been a shaman and she remembered watching her mother play with the elements back on Shen-zin Su.
“I see. And how does that make you feel?” The Farseer asked.
“Well, I think that…” Whatever the young pandaren was going to say was drowned out by a loud horn and the sound of many Stormwind guards rushing towards them. “The Dark Portal has been opened! We’re going to Outland! Stormwind is recruiting it’s best and it’s finest!” The yells echoed throughout the area, and Katalyna turned her gaze to Farseer Umbrua.
“This is what you’ve been hearing in the Earth isn’t it?” The Farseer as of late had been troubled, hearing the Earth rumble in pain and in discontent. She had been attempting to decipher these rumblings but hadn’t had much choice.
“I fear it may be. Come… we will be needed.” Shamanic forces were new to the Alliance, with the majority of Humans, Night Elves and Dwarves having put their faith in the ever present Light. It was only with the crash landing of the Draenai on Azeroth that Shamanism had entered the Alliance Ranks, and it was a small population indeed, consisting mostly of Draenai, their Broken cousins… and one little Pandaren Cub.
Katalyna couldn’t hold back the small tremor of both fear and excitement that went through her. It was time to show them what she could do.
Joining the Stormwind Armies was the easy part. The Draenic shaman had their own little company formed already and when Farseer Umbrua had left to discuss their abilities and contributions with the military brass of Stormwind, she had come back with a smile on her face. “We will be going to Outland, our home! And we will be trying to tame the angry elements there.” Umbrua had explained to Katalyna about Draenor and what it had become when the world had been torn asunder by the Shaman Ner’zhul’s attempts at opening portals.
“Will we be going as a group?” Katalyna asked. She wore her own little outfit now, one that she had managed to earn through the ranks as she worked towards mastering her connection to the elements. The majority of these pieces had been forged inside Blackrock Mountain, where the Black Dragon Nefarian had kept his wicked experiements. The shamans of the Earthen Ring, as they had been inducted, had gone to Blackrock Mountain to find out if there were any truth to these rumours and to see if they could squash Nefarian, and his plans.
“No. I’ll be heading to Shattrath City to consult with the Draenai there. You’ll be heading to Karazhan, here in Azeroth, to consult with some books.” Umbrua smiled slightly. “They needed someone with your talents to go to Karazhan and I volunteered you. You’ll be meeting up with a human warrior who goes by the name Truckherder. No one is sure where he got the nickname, but he’s able to hold enemies at bay.”