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| - Tarlach could feel the heat on his face as he approached the flame-engulfed forest. As he neared the conflagration, he saw that a wide path led into the flaming forest. The licking flames did not encroach upon the path, but seemed to respect its presence. Tarlach tried to stop walking but found that he could not arrest his own forward motion. Don’t do this, he thought to himself as he walked towards the trailhead. His unease gave way to panic – what was controlling him? The thought flashed across his mind: Or, perhaps, who? The heat was much stronger now, warming Tarlach from head to toe against the coolness of the night. Through sheer will, he finally forced himself to stand still. For a moment he fought himself. His muscles tensed mightily as he devoted his every effort to remaining in p
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| - Tarlach could feel the heat on his face as he approached the flame-engulfed forest. As he neared the conflagration, he saw that a wide path led into the flaming forest. The licking flames did not encroach upon the path, but seemed to respect its presence. Tarlach tried to stop walking but found that he could not arrest his own forward motion. Don’t do this, he thought to himself as he walked towards the trailhead. His unease gave way to panic – what was controlling him? The thought flashed across his mind: Or, perhaps, who? The heat was much stronger now, warming Tarlach from head to toe against the coolness of the night. Through sheer will, he finally forced himself to stand still. For a moment he fought himself. His muscles tensed mightily as he devoted his every effort to remaining in place, but the force controlling him – moving him – was gaining the upper hand in the struggle. Tarlach’s muscles began to burn with the effort and tension, but it was useless. No. No! Tarlach felt himself take one ponderous step, and then another, and then another, until he was completely surrounded on both sides by the towering inferno. This is insane! Turn back! he shouted at himself as he continued to follow the path. But his legs refused to listen. The rush of the flames and the crackle of burning wood filled his ears, as smoke filled his lungs. He began to cough. Stop! Get out of here! he shouted soundlessly within his mind. His legs felt weak as saplings and sore from the effort of standing still, but now they inexorably did the bidding of whatever force now controlled them. Tarlach looked around, panic rising in his chest. The smoke and heat were becoming unbearable. It was choking him. He’d die if he didn’t get out! He looked frantically behind him, watching as the trailhead disappeared from sight around a bend in the path. Then, as he faced forward once more, a wide clearing unexpectedly appeared in front of him. A tall and noble-looking Tauren stood fearlessly in the middle of the clearing, seemingly unaffected by the fire as the woods blazed around him. The waves of heat clouded Tarlach’s vision, and every breath was agony as he staggered on. As he gasped for breath, he knew he was about to die. At first he could not see the other Tauren’s identity. He half-stumbled into the clearing, and the heat and smoke faded away, as though held back by some unseen force. Then the other Tauren turned to face Tarlach. In an instant, his panic faded. Those eyes, intense yet kind, familiar…Tarlach hadn’t seen those eyes in years! His knees grew weak, and his lungs burned. “Father—,” Tarlach managed to choke as he collapsed to the ground.
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