The Search For Hidua by Yichimet
Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 7:50 pm
The Search for Hidua
Yichimet - November 26, 2005
Yichimet had spent days in the dark woods, waking, dreaming,
running, and falling asleep to wake and repeat it all again. He
had to run from groups of Kaldorei who hunted him. In his right
mind, he would have tried to tear them apart. Now he saw them as
beings of power so immense that they could flay him with their
small finger.
He woke in Darkshore and shivered and looked around, scratching
at his ghost hide with a nearly invisible paw. And, almost as
soon as he woke, he heard a familiar voice calling to his spirit.
He whimpered and called back with the only thing left him: his
emotions. He was alone and scared and sick, and tried to send
those feelings to the voice in his head.
It did not take long for Ceryna to find him. Yichimet was running
again from a lone long-ear when he stumbled into the feet of her
felsteed on the road. He knew this was a friend, so he lay at her
feet while she comforted him and asked him to lead her. He barely
recognized the words. He had been away from speech for some time
now. The only place he knew to take her was the place where he
felt most ill, and so he lead her to the sword that pierced the
land.
Strange creatures wandered in front of him, fatlings and dead men
and others. They chanted and waved their staves. Ceryna kept
speaking, but he didn't understand, and at times he didn't
recognize her. Her profile shimmered: now, grey and rotting
flesh, now soft and pink and fully human.
Out of instinct Yichimet shifted his spirit back to his Shu'halo
body. "I do not know where I am," he said. "I do not know who I
am."
"I know where you are. I know who you are," Ceryna said. Her eyes
were wells of concern.
Yichimet stepped back. "I don't recognize you!" he cried. And
just as suddenly he knew her. "Ceryna," he pleaded. "I need to go
home. I need Hidua."
"Lead me, Yichimet. I will keep you safe."
Dropping in and out of his mind, Yichimet raced as a wolf before
Ceryna through the trees of Kalimdor. One moment he was
whimpering at the silhouette of a stag on the horizon, the next
he was throwing the earth's power at Kaldorei who ambushed them
on the path.
His legs almost gave out near Splintertree Post, and Ceryna lead
him to the Inn in the small military base.
"What has made you so broken, brother?" Ceryna mumbled almost to
herself. Yichimet's eyes darted about, seeing things that were
not present: Fire, Fruit, Demons, Dead.
He woke briefly with Mohan and Ohoye and Ceryna in front of where
he lay on a cot in the corner. "Mohan. Hidua..." he managed to
get out before he slipped into the fever again.
The fever kept him. He came to at Freewind Post, and almost
sobbed at the sight of the totems Burning with the demon fire.
Sehkar and Nissi and Grainger were there too. An orc huntress
stood there as well, one whom he'd heard stories about, one whose
presence convinced him he was dreaming.
He woke again next to Snowfeather, who purred at his ghost wolf
form that huddled against her cat's flank. He heard the name
Hidua spoken again and again, but could not find the old Sorcerer
when he looked around.
He woke one last time, on the verge of collapse, and stumbled
into the tent that served as an inn. Snowfeather hummed lullabies
in his ear. Mohan and Ohoye stood watch with Ceryna. Others were
in and out of the tent. He passed from consciousness.
His spirit was trying to move from his body to be among his
ancestors.
Yichimet - November 26, 2005
Yichimet had spent days in the dark woods, waking, dreaming,
running, and falling asleep to wake and repeat it all again. He
had to run from groups of Kaldorei who hunted him. In his right
mind, he would have tried to tear them apart. Now he saw them as
beings of power so immense that they could flay him with their
small finger.
He woke in Darkshore and shivered and looked around, scratching
at his ghost hide with a nearly invisible paw. And, almost as
soon as he woke, he heard a familiar voice calling to his spirit.
He whimpered and called back with the only thing left him: his
emotions. He was alone and scared and sick, and tried to send
those feelings to the voice in his head.
It did not take long for Ceryna to find him. Yichimet was running
again from a lone long-ear when he stumbled into the feet of her
felsteed on the road. He knew this was a friend, so he lay at her
feet while she comforted him and asked him to lead her. He barely
recognized the words. He had been away from speech for some time
now. The only place he knew to take her was the place where he
felt most ill, and so he lead her to the sword that pierced the
land.
Strange creatures wandered in front of him, fatlings and dead men
and others. They chanted and waved their staves. Ceryna kept
speaking, but he didn't understand, and at times he didn't
recognize her. Her profile shimmered: now, grey and rotting
flesh, now soft and pink and fully human.
Out of instinct Yichimet shifted his spirit back to his Shu'halo
body. "I do not know where I am," he said. "I do not know who I
am."
"I know where you are. I know who you are," Ceryna said. Her eyes
were wells of concern.
Yichimet stepped back. "I don't recognize you!" he cried. And
just as suddenly he knew her. "Ceryna," he pleaded. "I need to go
home. I need Hidua."
"Lead me, Yichimet. I will keep you safe."
Dropping in and out of his mind, Yichimet raced as a wolf before
Ceryna through the trees of Kalimdor. One moment he was
whimpering at the silhouette of a stag on the horizon, the next
he was throwing the earth's power at Kaldorei who ambushed them
on the path.
His legs almost gave out near Splintertree Post, and Ceryna lead
him to the Inn in the small military base.
"What has made you so broken, brother?" Ceryna mumbled almost to
herself. Yichimet's eyes darted about, seeing things that were
not present: Fire, Fruit, Demons, Dead.
He woke briefly with Mohan and Ohoye and Ceryna in front of where
he lay on a cot in the corner. "Mohan. Hidua..." he managed to
get out before he slipped into the fever again.
The fever kept him. He came to at Freewind Post, and almost
sobbed at the sight of the totems Burning with the demon fire.
Sehkar and Nissi and Grainger were there too. An orc huntress
stood there as well, one whom he'd heard stories about, one whose
presence convinced him he was dreaming.
He woke again next to Snowfeather, who purred at his ghost wolf
form that huddled against her cat's flank. He heard the name
Hidua spoken again and again, but could not find the old Sorcerer
when he looked around.
He woke one last time, on the verge of collapse, and stumbled
into the tent that served as an inn. Snowfeather hummed lullabies
in his ear. Mohan and Ohoye stood watch with Ceryna. Others were
in and out of the tent. He passed from consciousness.
His spirit was trying to move from his body to be among his
ancestors.