Post by Grokus on May 2, 2007 22:35:00 GMT -5
Nonèmo remembers a time when things were very different; he was not with Brown Snake, nor a brother with his new family the Hammers. He lived in a Sen’Jyn Village not Orgimmar. It was before the bad trolls came…
Nonèmo came home after a day of hitting the “Man shape wood” in the town square, he was with his first dagger he had named Sharpy, Nonèmo always love hitting the “Man shape wood” for hours on end, he could feel himself getting stronger each day, sometimes he would even have to fight back animals that try to eat
Nonèmo with Sharpy. His mother Evmio, met Nonèmo at the door, and brought him a big hunk of boar meat…
“You are my strong and happy boy, Nonèmo, never change,” said mother.
Nonèmo never knew this would be the last day this would be his home, or else he think of something strong and happy to say to him mother.
“Mmhmm,” Nonèmo replied, his mouth full of boar
The next morning in the early hour, the day of his seventh season, Nonèmo woke to a crashing sound, and a mean voice that sounded to be all around him, it was one of the bad trolls mother always told him about…
“AHHHHHHHHH,” a scream that sounded like mother’s rang Nonèmo’s ears.
“MAMA!” Nonèmo yelled in response.
“HELP ME!” cried Evmio.
Nonèmo is a very strong boy and on his seventh season he was put to test. He follow his mama’s screams until they were muffled and Nonèmo felt his heart beat in a way it never had before. He found himself running toward the last sound he heard of mama’s voice faster then even the big kitties in Mulgore. With Sharpy held in front he ran into a Bad troll, obviously more seasons had passed for him. He was big and mean! Bigger even then the “Man shape wood”.
Nonèmo had no choice but to fight, so he put up Sharpy and lunged at the troll. The troll dodged but Nonèmo had known what to do, he dodge the trolls stick and hit again and again with Sharpy. The bad troll was big but clumsy with shots, it was clear to Nonèmo that there was no “Man shape wood” on the bad troll islands.
The fight continued for a very long time, Sharpy kept getting heavier to Nonèmo, until Nonèmo could no longer hold his knees steady, and he fell to the ground. The bad troll laughed and put big stick above his head, and was about to hit Nonèmo hard, but just then out of the bushes a brown string burst out, and attached himself to bad troll’s arm.
“AHHHHHHHHH!” Screamed the bad troll.
He seemed to forget about Nonèmo. He drop big stick and try to grab at the brown string. Nonèmo did not think twice, he grabbed up stick and hit bad troll as hard as he could. The bad troll fell to the ground very hard, but Nonèmo was in no better shape, the world was spinning, and the brown string was coming towards him. Then world ended for Nonèmo for what seemed to be many seasons.
After the long rest, Nonèmo awoke to a weird feeling on his tummy, like a line. When he opened his eyes he saw his mother smiling at him.
“My brave and happy boy is back!” she said.
“Where was I gone to mama?” Nonèmo replied.
This was a bed he had never seen before, but the entire room looked just like the one Nonèmo had in Sen’Jyn Village.
“You were in the dream lands Nonèmo, you kept talking about me,” said mama.
Nonèmo didn’t remember all of the fight yet, but he remember the brown string that was coming towards him before he fell into dream land.
“Mama, what happened to the bad troll, and the brown string?” asked Nonèmo
“You hit the bad troll hard enough that by the time he was coming around, the rest of our village was there to make sure he never took another troll,” mama replied. “And as for the brown string, he never left you. Don’t you feel him?”
Nonèmo was confused. How could he feel the brown string even now?! That was until he felt someone drawing a line up the middle of his chest. He got very scared, until a cute little face pop out from under the blanket. The brown string was in fact a snake! Nonèmo was still a little afraid; it was the same thing that hopped out of the bushes at the other troll.
“Nonèmo, he has never left your side. We feared he would not eat unless we brought him food,” said mama. “He seems to think he is yours, so you better name him, he is a very fierce snake.”
Nonèmo thought long and hard. He thought of names of troll heroes, and of all the stories he heard when he was younger, but he thought past all of these names to come up with the most fierce and wonderful name he, or anyone else, could think of.
“Mama,” said Nonèmo. “I will give him the most wonderful fierce name I could think of!”
“And that name is, my son?” replied mama.
“I will call him… Brown Snake!” said Nonèmo.
Mama bent down and kissed Nonèmo’s head and said, “That’s my strong and happy boy!”
That’s when it reoccurred to Nonèmo that he was not home, and he could not in fact hear the sound of the waves on the shore. He finally thought to ask.
“Mama, where are we?”
“You my brave and happy son…” Mama said, holding back tears.
“You are at you new home…A Place called Orgimmar…”
“B-b-but ma…” he replied.
“No, my son, I saw you fight for me, and I know with the right training you will find the path to make you a great hero like the ones in the stories I told you when you were very young in the seasons,” continued Mama.
“But mama,” Nonèmo said, making no attempt to hold back his tears. “I do not want to be away from you, papa, and my brothers!”
“Nonèmo, this world is filled with evil men that are not happy, so they come after people like me. This world needs a hero that is strong, brave and most of all happy. Promise me this will be you Nonèmo, that no matter what comes, you will always be my boy,” mama said, also no longer holding back tears.
“I promise mama, Nonèmo will always be your boy,” Nonèmo said.
Mama bent down and gave him one last kiss on the cheek before heading out the door, with eyes full of tears.
With Brown Snake at his side, Nonèmo sets out to keep his promise.
Nonèmo came home after a day of hitting the “Man shape wood” in the town square, he was with his first dagger he had named Sharpy, Nonèmo always love hitting the “Man shape wood” for hours on end, he could feel himself getting stronger each day, sometimes he would even have to fight back animals that try to eat
Nonèmo with Sharpy. His mother Evmio, met Nonèmo at the door, and brought him a big hunk of boar meat…
“You are my strong and happy boy, Nonèmo, never change,” said mother.
Nonèmo never knew this would be the last day this would be his home, or else he think of something strong and happy to say to him mother.
“Mmhmm,” Nonèmo replied, his mouth full of boar
The next morning in the early hour, the day of his seventh season, Nonèmo woke to a crashing sound, and a mean voice that sounded to be all around him, it was one of the bad trolls mother always told him about…
“AHHHHHHHHH,” a scream that sounded like mother’s rang Nonèmo’s ears.
“MAMA!” Nonèmo yelled in response.
“HELP ME!” cried Evmio.
Nonèmo is a very strong boy and on his seventh season he was put to test. He follow his mama’s screams until they were muffled and Nonèmo felt his heart beat in a way it never had before. He found himself running toward the last sound he heard of mama’s voice faster then even the big kitties in Mulgore. With Sharpy held in front he ran into a Bad troll, obviously more seasons had passed for him. He was big and mean! Bigger even then the “Man shape wood”.
Nonèmo had no choice but to fight, so he put up Sharpy and lunged at the troll. The troll dodged but Nonèmo had known what to do, he dodge the trolls stick and hit again and again with Sharpy. The bad troll was big but clumsy with shots, it was clear to Nonèmo that there was no “Man shape wood” on the bad troll islands.
The fight continued for a very long time, Sharpy kept getting heavier to Nonèmo, until Nonèmo could no longer hold his knees steady, and he fell to the ground. The bad troll laughed and put big stick above his head, and was about to hit Nonèmo hard, but just then out of the bushes a brown string burst out, and attached himself to bad troll’s arm.
“AHHHHHHHHH!” Screamed the bad troll.
He seemed to forget about Nonèmo. He drop big stick and try to grab at the brown string. Nonèmo did not think twice, he grabbed up stick and hit bad troll as hard as he could. The bad troll fell to the ground very hard, but Nonèmo was in no better shape, the world was spinning, and the brown string was coming towards him. Then world ended for Nonèmo for what seemed to be many seasons.
After the long rest, Nonèmo awoke to a weird feeling on his tummy, like a line. When he opened his eyes he saw his mother smiling at him.
“My brave and happy boy is back!” she said.
“Where was I gone to mama?” Nonèmo replied.
This was a bed he had never seen before, but the entire room looked just like the one Nonèmo had in Sen’Jyn Village.
“You were in the dream lands Nonèmo, you kept talking about me,” said mama.
Nonèmo didn’t remember all of the fight yet, but he remember the brown string that was coming towards him before he fell into dream land.
“Mama, what happened to the bad troll, and the brown string?” asked Nonèmo
“You hit the bad troll hard enough that by the time he was coming around, the rest of our village was there to make sure he never took another troll,” mama replied. “And as for the brown string, he never left you. Don’t you feel him?”
Nonèmo was confused. How could he feel the brown string even now?! That was until he felt someone drawing a line up the middle of his chest. He got very scared, until a cute little face pop out from under the blanket. The brown string was in fact a snake! Nonèmo was still a little afraid; it was the same thing that hopped out of the bushes at the other troll.
“Nonèmo, he has never left your side. We feared he would not eat unless we brought him food,” said mama. “He seems to think he is yours, so you better name him, he is a very fierce snake.”
Nonèmo thought long and hard. He thought of names of troll heroes, and of all the stories he heard when he was younger, but he thought past all of these names to come up with the most fierce and wonderful name he, or anyone else, could think of.
“Mama,” said Nonèmo. “I will give him the most wonderful fierce name I could think of!”
“And that name is, my son?” replied mama.
“I will call him… Brown Snake!” said Nonèmo.
Mama bent down and kissed Nonèmo’s head and said, “That’s my strong and happy boy!”
That’s when it reoccurred to Nonèmo that he was not home, and he could not in fact hear the sound of the waves on the shore. He finally thought to ask.
“Mama, where are we?”
“You my brave and happy son…” Mama said, holding back tears.
“You are at you new home…A Place called Orgimmar…”
“B-b-but ma…” he replied.
“No, my son, I saw you fight for me, and I know with the right training you will find the path to make you a great hero like the ones in the stories I told you when you were very young in the seasons,” continued Mama.
“But mama,” Nonèmo said, making no attempt to hold back his tears. “I do not want to be away from you, papa, and my brothers!”
“Nonèmo, this world is filled with evil men that are not happy, so they come after people like me. This world needs a hero that is strong, brave and most of all happy. Promise me this will be you Nonèmo, that no matter what comes, you will always be my boy,” mama said, also no longer holding back tears.
“I promise mama, Nonèmo will always be your boy,” Nonèmo said.
Mama bent down and gave him one last kiss on the cheek before heading out the door, with eyes full of tears.
With Brown Snake at his side, Nonèmo sets out to keep his promise.
