Debt

[Xaor]

Everyone has secrets. They can be anything. Thoughts can appear to be secret. None would ever know. Deeds can be secret. Take pirates. They dig holes in the ground and stick chests crammed with gold and jewels there. That's a secret too.
Someone's past can be sealed top secret. Someone's future, too.
Xaor Felclaw is no exception. He had his mystery behind the ten locks. It was a mere soulstone with an old friend locked in there. The troll friend who saved his grizzled hide many a times during wars of the past. Xaor owed him nothing but his life. The troll friend was a powerful creature once, one of the three ancients he was.
The orc failed to be in time just once, it was a matter of moments and agility. Either get snatched away with ages. And aged they both were.

The stone was protected by someone else - a tauren brute who knew the troll, a criminal from a gang of thieves â€" an old comrade. None likes thieves. It was all secret. Xaor hired the tauren, forced a drunken promise to keep it safe out of him and swore to himself to free the troll.

It was a stormy night in Durotar. Whenever there is something important going on â€" the nature speaks. Elements have their opinions and views on everything. Rain was hammering the yellow desert in vain. If the oceans came down here at once it wouldn’t be enough to wet this land. Such were the thoughts of Xaor Felclaw as he made his way through the storm, to the mountain. The only real mountain in Durotar, the place where the young shaman meet with The Fire for the first time in their life. Soulstone gripped tight in his clinched fist. He walked and climbed and cursed his friend with most elaborate oaths with his parents and grandparents involved. He laughed madly, his wrinkled face becoming a frightening mask. He yelled and the words got muffled before even leaving his throat. Tears stuck in his temples, he scratched the ground, dirt getting painfully deep under his nails and making a gore of his fingers.

The old orc knew it was a one way ticket.

When the lightening shatters the stone to set the soul free the whole area will be burnt to the ground. None who sticks around survives the ritual. And now it all depended on how fast Xaor could run when he charged the lightening.

He didn’t run for his life.
He ran to save his body.

He had another secret. Everyone has secrets.

[Morgeth]

((Lovely story. Draws you in right away. And everyone does indeed have secrets <_<))