Leaving Home

Leaving Home

The battle with Orno Grimtotem is over,

And we have won.

Now Baine Bloodhoof sends me on my way,

To the Horde City of Orgimmar,

To be a guide and a light,

But I am wary to leave my home.

I don’t want to leave the plains

Caressed by the wind,

Or the elementals,

Who are peaceful at last.

I don’t want to leave the cool nights,

With unhindered sights of the stars,

Or the warm days,

When elementals and weather are at peace.

I don’t want to leave the Tauren Tribe,

The kids ready to become warriors, hunters,

Or even shamans,

Their laughter in my ears shall be missed.

I shall miss the elders,

With their wise words,

And my fellow peers,

With their own views and cares.

But I have my orders,

And the elementals cry out in pain elsewhere,

I cannot leave them be.

So I shall go.

But I shall miss my city,

My friends,

My peers,

My fellow Tauren,

The wind,

The nights,

The peace,

Even the animals.

I shall miss all this and more,

And I wonder if my choice was a right one.

But I have my commands,

And I cannot leave those who need my help.

So I shall leave,

Hopefully I shall survive to return,

To my home in Mulgore.