The Blind See

Two weeks had since passed from the day we reached the valley, even if our time was short I still kept on being patient, knowing that patience was a very important concept to shamans, especially so for a farseer.

Orc farseers were not your common shaman, they were more deeply atunned with the land, spirit and elements, to the point where they would be able to see the future shown by them, to receive their guidance in time of need. They were deeply respect among the races that practiced shamanism for both their wisdom and might.

Drek'tar was testing them, that much he knew, so he kept waiting, the less patient he was the more it would he realized, isn't it better to simply pass the test with the best grades once by simply waiting in peace? I was already ready to let the many worries and paranoia rest while in this place.

My experience with the Light and Shadow made me aware that my mental state affects my power, making me either strong or weak, vulnerable or invincible, I decided to make this a time of self reflection and to learn to control my emotions and my recklessness, for it was a dangerous trait at times... did it mean that I had to change my own person? I didn't believe so... it just let me mature and let the reasons behind my actions be clearer than before, if I was to keep on making the same things after understanding the reasons behind them was up to me.

Except for doing quests for the orcs at the behest of the Drek'tar, eating, sleeping and embracing Selia, there was not much I could do other than look inside.

Many of my true thoughts came out during this time, I didn't seek to be the strongest due to greed, pride or glory... I found those things too vague and fickle to bring happiness, something which was a endless void of always wanting but never reaching. I wanted something more attainable, I chose to cherish those close to me and to understand more of the world, for that I would need strength as well, but was to protect and to grow as a person.

Living together with Selia in a slow life really looked like a very appealing thought, maybe after the great calamities Azeroth is bound to go through we will do so... start a family, help the dragonflights recover, maybe even mend their broken relationships with each other. That would have to wait until after dealing with the Old Gods though... so it as quite a long time away, but I felt that as long as one has family they can enjoy as long a life as they have. Sometimes it is not what you do that brings one pleasure in life, but with whom you share it with.

Few things I found as entertaining than watching Selia read her books with the satisfaction of grasping new knowledge and insights, things that gave her wings so to say.

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Another week passed, seemingly not much changed other than the attitude of our hosts towards us, but inside I felt as if the weights of anxiety had lifted my shoulders, as if whatever came my way would only let me grow.

It was at this time that Drek'tar started on teaching me, he would bring me to the high peaks of the mountains to feel the air in its endless traveling and freedom. In the frozen lakes he would show me the water who would flow and dance as if following a rhythm, in deep caves the stable and unyielding nature of earth, in underground magma rivers he showed me the bursting might and never satisfied flames who even rocks dare not contain.

Theo always had a very introspective nature, something that would come out when he had free time and a quiet place to think, these were qualities that brought to light and shined in his shamanistic training, he was able to open his mind and gaze with his spirit, roaming in the etheral and steady rhythm of the land, he could feel the power of the elements, they were always there waiting to be acknowledged, to be led out into being, like a sword eager to cut, a hammer eager to strike or as a bed eager to grant rest. Even objects showed their nature and the reasons for their creation, intention of their crafters making such essence.

This was the spirit of things, their essence, and as long as one reached out and asked for the object to fulfill its created duty, it would soar and obey, creating magic.

"Quite the surreal experience... I know now that even rocks have things they want to accomplish." I said jokingly to my master and teacher, making him laugh heartily.

"Indeed, there is no thing that does not have a Will, and it's respecting such will that makes us strong and respected by the spirits."

Drek'tar was now old and meek, but once he was a warlock who fought in the war against the draenei in Draenor... he had rediscovered his connection with the elements after his clan was shunned and exiled by Gul'dan, but that didn't change his memories of killing woman and children of innocents, of destroying those who didn't so much as harm him, it weighted heavily upon his soul, even far in the future.

Thinking how to repay my master and help him undo the shackles of the past I said:

"And so too people have dreams and Wills, yours has always been to be faithful to your ancestors and not disappoint the hope others put on you."

"You were lied to by using the very thing you took as most sacred and unchanging, the demon Kil'jaeden took the form of your ancestors to bring you down that path, but your essence has not changed friend. Let the past lie and like the souls now gone from this world have piece of mind."

The Farseer looked at me with shock and surprise, if he had eyes I bet they would be wide open as well, but I could tell my words were having a deep weight in his ears.

"Perhaps I should not only learn about the elements and the land, but also about myself... how intriguing, wasn't I the one supposed to guide?" Said the old shaman with a prideful smile, he didn't know how learnt of this things but he did know that my words were true.

"We are leaving soon master, our stay has already been long, in the future I hope to once again meet you and share my travels and the many things I learn." I said while changing into a dragon, giving him a wink and going back to the village.

When I went deep to listen the land I felt a disturbance, many feet searching the mountains, not leaving a single stone unturned, relentless in their search. Their feet were swift and light, I felt they were seeking for both me and Selia, as if the land warned me of their arrival.

If we did not depart now, we would expose the Frostwolf clan, which would bring too many changes to the timeline I knew and would also endanger the tribe of my master, so I would make them chase us and lose them before they reached this place, while also learning who was the one after us once again. Only then could we choose to either flee in the face of too much of a challenge or seek to fight them.

I was no longer as reckless as before, that recklessness of mine was nothing but a deeply veiled fear, a fear that if I didn't act on the moment I would regret it, the anxiety of losing a opportunity to increase my strength or reducing my enemies was what spurred me into action.

Now I was no longer afraid, and with the realization I saw not only the connection with the Light increase, but also my spirit soar inside of me being washed away with the intent of the Light, and the resonance of the earth element grew as if it also felt my unyielding spirit unmoved my fear.

My path was now ever so clearer and so was my mind and spirit.