Voodoo Has No Explanation

[Vol'jin]

The Durotar air was dry and the earth was red and sun baked. Vol'jin wondered how anything managed to survive but he also held much admiration for this land of hardship. The plants and the animals that picked out a living here knew how to endure. He scratched his chin, he knew that out of most people, understood it better than most people. Thrall had understood that too, it had been why he had brought his people here and made something of themselves.

"I'm going for a walk," he announced, the trolls around him nodded as he moved. Only Zeb'tabra made him pause.

"You be careful,"
"Don't worry 'bout ol' Vol'jin. He always be careful," he replied with a grin before he walked away, needing time to himself. The last few days had been a blur. Respective members of the Horde that shared his dislikes had come to help and surprisingly , so had some less zealous members of the Alliance. He was having to play things very carefully, but Vol'jin was used to dealing with risk.

He had walked a long way almost reaching the lightning fields where the old beasts had longed since drowned. To enter the water was never a good idea, they beasts still fed out a vast lightning source and it would take an age before it dissipated. He sat on his haunches, too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice movement watching him. He peered over the edge and shook his head, his mohawk dancing wildly before a sound stopped him.

"I know you're dere,"

"Ah, yes, I heard those ears were useful for that," it came from a human with fiery red hair with orange highlights. Mages had always attained curious habits. And he didn't look like he was here to help Vol'jin with his plans to pull out Garrosh's chair beneath him. Vol'jin faced him, drawing himself to full height and then regarded the mage.

"What you want?"
"Me? Oh, nothing. I'm just getting paid," the redhead grinned before a watery bolt fired from the man's right. His water elemental; Vol'jin dodged the bullet and made to return a spell of his own. However he soon realised how well the mage was and had planned for this bit of opportunity that Vol'jin had opened.

Vol'jin found himself falling towards the lightning filled water where he would have limited time to stop himself from becoming fried but something surprised them both. One minute Vol'jin, leader of the Darkspear Trolls was falling to a painful fate and the next, he was not longer there. the mage blinked and moved to see if his goal was floating but there was nothing. No sign of the eight foot creature.

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Vol'jin woke face down in long grass that tickled his long nose. As he made to get up, pain wracked through his body. He knew water could hurt and even kill you from hard impact but you had to be falling from a considerable height to do that. Sides, water doesn't tickle noses. He groaned, forcing himself to a sitting position and peered around him. He saw no mage, no sun-baked earth and no water filled canyon. All he saw was sun, sky and a healthy grass-filled landscape. A land Humans took for granted.

There was nothing that said this was Duroar or even any place he had seen well enough to recognise.

"Where tha hell Vol'jin be?" he said to himself.

[Peter Pan]

Peter Pan had been a busy little boy that never grows up. Ever since he had to go through and fix what his shadow had done, he had no time to relax or play games as he always wanted. He needed to fix the curse placed on the lost boys as well, which wasn’t coming easy at all. He also needed to apologize to the ones that he has hurt, the ones his shadow had hurt. Peter hated that. he was in one of is depressive moods, blaming himself for everything that had happened, even though he knew that he shouldn’t blame himself at all since it was all his shadow, which at the time was a completely different entity.

Peter Pan didn’t know what had happened though. One minute he was in Neverland with Tinkerbell, his fairy friend and the next he was in some strange place, not realizing it until he was up in the air staring down at the forest which from the ground still looked like the Neverland forest. Peter was confused. He started flying around, thanking someone that he didn’t lose that ability just yet. He knew that it could happen though, it had happened already.

Peter was now flying over a valley with long grass when he saw something weird. It was a person or something else that he had never seen before in his life. Peter flew a little lower and hovered behind the creature, just staring at it.

“You look funny. What are you supposed to be?” he asked the creature, in a rude tone, just as any boy would.

[Vol'jin]

Even the air smelled strange as Vol'jin finally pushed past his body pains and stood up. He even stretched out to his full height to see around him but there was nothing around for miles on end. Only in the very distance could he make anything out but it looked like it would take him a while to get there. He scratched his head, this was definitely not a place he recognised and he didn't recall going through a portal. The mage could not have conjured it in time for him to have gone through one of those.

His ears twitched, something was nearby and he peered around knowing something was near him. Vol'jin turned and saw the boy. It had arms, legs and clothing and looked like a smaller version of one of the pinkskins from the Alliance. He scowled at it, no human he knew could fly. Slow fall or levitate yes but neither were flight options. It spoke and he sounded young. Or at least Vol'jin thought it looked like a boy. Vol'jin couldn't really tell the difference when they were so young.

"What you mean, 'wha I supposed ta be'?" he retorted matching Peter's tone and shifted as he regarded the boy before him. Maybe this one knew where on Azeroth Vol'jin was now.

"I be Vol'jin, of tha Darkspear. Didn't ya motha tell ya it be rude to stare?" Vol'jin added, sitting on his haunches, not feeling all that threatened but he was wary. All Trolls had a curious way of talking.