Effy’s Failed FFW: Part One

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So, those who followed the Furtive Father Winter posts hosted by Akabeko may be thinking, “What a slacker that Effy is!  She received an great piece and even a pet from Cymre, but she never wrote a post of her own!”

Well, I am posting this to try and prove otherwise.

Through an odd twist of events, I wrote not one but TWO FFW posts, neither of which will ever see the light of day on another blog, but I was encouraged to share on my own.

Here is the first post, for my original recipient.

A quick background:

I have always found the Tauren fascinating, especially when the Sunwalkers were added to their lore.  I used a wee bit of poetic license in writing this – both in the character’s story and in the Tauren and Sunwalker lore I included.  I attempted to write this with a voice leaning towards those used in Native American oral traditions.

This was fun to write and interesting to research.

~ Effy

EDIT! OMG, I forgot the NOTE: Research was done in game (straight from the Tauren starter quests), and through various online resources: references to Tauren, Sunwalkers and A Humble Task on WoWWiki; an older Tauren culture forum; an article on Native American animal totems; and a post about Tauren funeral rites on the blog Kamalia et Alia!

The Firebird and the Sunwalker

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This is the tale of how the People learned to walk with An’she and harness his light.

Heraqawa was a young brave of the Shu’halo, we who are called Tauren by the younger races.  He was just coming of age when the Quillboar attacked Camp Narache.  Never before had he fought anyone but his brothers and sisters in the games young ones use to train for adulthood.

A large two handed hammer was given to him to fight, and it sat well in his hands.  It was passed down, but well taken care of and well crafted despite its simple construction from stone and wood.  Heraqawa swung it several times before leaving the camp, both to better acquaint himself with its balance and to warm his muscles for the coming battle.

He also prepared his mind, molding and shaping the feelings writhing inside of him over the savage butchery of some of his own people – including his village’s elder, Greatmother Hawkwind.  No longer would her lessons teach.  No longer would her wisdom strengthen.

Heraqawa was young, but already he was strong in spirit and body.  He used his anger, instead of letting it use him, and fell many foes during the battle.  There was no regret in what he did, only grim resolve.  Like many of the People, Heraqawa was slow to action but fiercely committed to following through and preserving the balance.

The battle was long, but the Quillboar were driven back by Heraqawa and the other braves.  It was not until his hammer found no more enemies that Heraqawa became aware of the weariness of his body.

But there was no rest to be had that evening.

Upon returning to Camp Narache, there was still work to be done.  The Quillboar had attacked suddenly and viciously, but the Shu’halo had proven their strength and now they demonstrated their perseverance.  All that was damaged by aggression or fire was attended to, the injured were healed, and the dead were laid out on raised biers to give back to the Earth Mother.

Heraqawa worked alongside his mother, a tribal Shaman, and assisted in the recovery of the People both physically and spiritually.

On the dawn of the next day, all of the Shu’halo of Camp Narache, along with many from the surrounding tribes and even some from Thunder Bluff, came to send off the dead.  Most prominent among those given back was Greatmother Hawkwind.

Heraqawa had little to offer, but had fetched a pitcher of water from the village well.  He set it beside the Greatmother’s bier, and it was in a moment of sorrow that he realized he would never again fetch water for her.

He remembered her words and they seemed long ago:

“Remember that even the most humble task can gain the recognition of elders.“

Once more, the young brave was humbled by her wisdom.

Chief Hawkwind spoke then, both proud and true:

“Earth Mother, into your arms we give one of our own. She is Unaya Hawkwind, my mother, and Greatmother to us all; the wisest of our tribe.

“May her spirit fly to you swiftly; may the winds carry her gently, and the grass whisper her name.

“Watch over her as she has watched over us; let her look down on us with joy, through the eternal gaze of An’she and Mu’sha, until we too join her in death.

“For we are all born of you, and shall all return to you.”

Chief Hawkwind bowed his head in silent reverence and reflection when he finished saying the words, as did those gathered around him.  A peace descended on all, and they knew the Earth Mother and their ancestors were looking down on them as they lovingly embraced the dead and guided them into the afterlife.

Now, even though Heraqawa had proven himself in battle, there was still much more for him to learn.  Long had been the training of his body.  Now his spirit needed guidance as well.

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As with all young Shu’halo, he journeyed high up onto Fargaze Mesa.  It overlooked all of the lands of Mulgore, home to the once nomadic People.

There he met with Elder Dyami Windsoar who told him:

“Drink deep of the Water of Vision and let the spirits guide you onward.”

It was time for Heraqawa to discover the animal spirit that would guide him through his life’s journey.

Heraqawa’s parents were both greatly respected in the tribe.  His mother, a Shaman, walked alongside the gentle spirit of the Deer and it guided her in healing wounds and curing ailments.  His father, a Druid, soared with the ever-mutable Raven and gave insight and counsel to the elders with the help of its wisdom.

Sitting inside the ritual circle on top of the mesa, Heraqawa drank.

With his eyes closed, Heraqawa waited quietly, he sought to temper his excitement over what the spirits might show him by focusing on his other senses.  He listened to the soaring birds as they cried while hunting and the crackling of torches.  He breathed in the smoky fragrance of burning incense.  He tasted the tangy, bitter after flavor of the Water of Vision on the back of his tongue.  He felt the solidity and coolness of the ceramic bowl in his hands.

A new noise joined the others, which were muted now.  It was a both like the fluttering of wings and like the warm crackle of a campfire.  Heraqawa opened his spirit eyes.

Before Heraqawa was the most majestic creature he had ever seen.  No woodland creature nor plains beast nor even the hunters of the sky could compare.

Heraqawa had heard of the great Thunderbird that guided some, had seen the totems carved in its honor, but even the thunder and lightning held no dominance over the creature before him.  It was a bird formed of fire, as if the sun itself had grown wings to come down and speak to Heraqawa.

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Then, the Firebird spoke:

“Heraqawa, long have the People flourished through their reverence of the Earth Mother and their balance with nature.  I come in the name of An’she, the sun and once right eye of the Earth Mother, and I come from him to foretell trouble for the People.

“The balance is shifting and the People will need to adjust with it to continue forward.  For that reason, I come to offer you and other chosen brothers and sisters guidance through the dark.

“You will learn to walk with the sun ever at your shoulder and call upon An’she’s light to assist you.”

Heraqawa was quiet as he worked to absorb the information.

“I shall be your guide in this journey,” the Firebird said, “as the Deer to your mother and the Raven to your father.  You shall walk the path of light, and you shall be among the first of the Sunwalkers.

“There is much to do and much to learn.  So now, you must awakem.”

And Heraqawa did, but he awoke changed.  He felt the warmth of the Firebird inside his breast and from there forward, even during the storm and the dead of night, Heraqawa always felt the sun upon his face.

12 thoughts on “Effy’s Failed FFW: Part One

  1. I love this. It’s uncanny that I read it today after recently pining over my ‘Sunwalker’. I love the simplicity of the Sunwalker concept – I think too many people over-think it. Your story embodies it perfectly. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

    • Thank you, Kamalia! I was partially inspired by your post on Tauren Funeral Rites, which in my haste, I seem to have forgotten to link to! Fixing that! Thanks for the comment, and reminding me! ❤

      ~ Effy

  2. I got blinded by the second post, I forgot to comment! This was a great tale – TAURENS!!! (though I am partial to the other for self centred reasons :P).

    • LOL Seems you should have some selfish reasons to like this one as well. But I agree, the second one would have captured my attention more in your place.

      Though, I am surprised the kids did not comment for you. 😉 lol

      ~ Effy

  3. Excellent post and you writing 1 of 2 #FFW gifts shows just how talented you are. Thank you for the time and research you took to make this seem real and flawless within the setting of Azeroth’s world.

    Honestly my second main is a Paladin and back when Cataclysm introduced this class to the Tauren People I was called a major Lore flag, but your post has calmed that misunderstanding and made a path for this new guidance to fit.

    Well done.

    • Thanks, Draccus!

      I think I enjoy researching and adding those little bits almost as much as I enjoy writing them!

      I enjoy writing more than most else and though I do not imagine ever making money at it, I would do it no matter what, but it is always welcome to receive some positive feedback. Writing’s primary purpose for me is to get the ideas out of my head, but its second purpose is to entertain.

      I am so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂

      ~ Effy

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