Forgotten Journal of Bronil Nightwind Book5

A Forgotten Voice
"Where shall I take you first, Bronil?", the nether drake asked in a soft voice. Bronil had not planned on one of the Netherwing becoming a permanent traveling companion, but the nether drake was genuine in his desire to repay him for all he had done on Netherwing Ledge, and he could not turn away such sincerity. It seemed he would be returning his gryphon to the Wildhammers who trained it. "We are going to Nagrand. There is a demonic presence there I wish to investigate.  Before we go however, I would like to know your name, lest I call you 'dragon'" "My name is. . . difficult. . . to pronounce, and does not translate well into the Common tongue." "Truly?" Bronil said as he swung his right leg over the drake's back and sat down, "then for now I will call you Mush'al". "Mush'al. . . I like the sound of it. What does it mean?" "It means 'brother' in my native tongue". "Brother?" "Not long ago, I swore an oath to Mordenai that I would watch over the Netherwing Flight and see to it that its bloodline is renewed. When I did this, he called me a brother of the Netherwing." Mush'al did not smile, but the pleasure was obvious in his voice, "And so you are. It is  good to see you take your oaths seriously, brother." --- The large crystal at Oshu'gun did not reveal much information. It was filled with demons and warlocks, and one captive naaru who spoke not a word, and did nothing once Bronil had killed his captors. He now headed northeast towards the forge camps to look for additional clues. ''Come, Nightwind. It is time for us to be one again. . .'' Bronil lost all train of thought as the voice echoed throughout his mind. He shook his head, wondering if he had temporarily lost his sanity. ''This new vessel will do for the time being, but I will soon be rid of it. You always were the perfect one to wield me. . . and you still are'' Abruptly, Bronil guided the drake to the nearest landing spot. ''That voice. . . I know you. Where are you?!" I am in the city that was sundered before and shall be once again. Do hurry.  My appetite has. . . broadened. . . since last we were one, and there is so much prey to found here.'' "What is it, Bronil? What troubles you?" Mush'al asked in a concerned tone. "Quickly, Mush'al, take us back to Shattrath. I must reach Stormwind with all haste." As soon as Bronil had finished the sentence, Mush'al lept off the ground and took the phrase "with all haste" seriously. "What awaits us in Stormwind if I may ask?" "Something that should have perished in flame, and it awaits me, not us. Wait for my return in Shattrath." "But why? I can help you! I am capable of more than just flight. . ." "I do not doubt it, Mush'al, but this is something I must do alone. Please, trust me." Mush'al let out a resigned sigh, "Very well. On the strength of your bond with the Netherwing, I promise to wait for you in Shattrath." As they landed in A'dal's room, Bronil lept down from Mush'al's back, and ran as fast as he could to the portal to Stormwind. He just prayed he wouldn't arrive too late.