Buyaga walks on an open field in Nagrand, lightly armored, carrying his ancestral blade, Shadowseeker. He walks wearily. Rest did not come last night. When he tried to sleep, all he saw was the repeated actions he had taken over the last few weeks. Over and over again, charging to his own doom, no hope of victory without aid.
But aid came for Buyaga. A band of heroes from the Tears came to rescue him from the loop of time in which he was stuck, almost getting themselves stuck in the process. It was his love Shupa who came to his rescue, though in his daze, he did not notice her till the very end.
Buyaga wanders aimlessly through the field surrounding Halaa, looking for a sign. He may be home, but he is lost. He thought himself a hero, destined for greatness, as his ancestors had guided him to Azeroth. He thought he would be there to end the Destroyer, but he was stuck. He missed his chance. Why then did his ancestors call him to Azeroth?
Was it to meet Shupa, the woman Buyaga hope to be life-mates with, eventually? Was it to show her the begining steps towards recieving the blessing of the elements, though they refuse to bless him? Was it to rise to power, gain strength, only to fail when victory and glory were at hand, and humble himself before his ancestors? This lesson is hard for Buyaga to grasp. It is why he is lost.
He sits down by a lazy creek, observing the nearby water elementals with caution, Shadowseeker never far from reach. He puts his feet in the water, the cold tingling through his body. It is refreshing, but it does not stop his mind from wandering from the core issue he has.
"What now?" Buyaga says to himself. "For so long I thought my purpose was to go to Azeroth and help destroy the Destroyer, to find a mate and start a family. I have thusfar failed in all my tasks. Sure, I have done good while there. I have ended many evil things, saved lives, brought honor and glory to my ancestors, even showed Shupa the ways to listen to one's ancestors, but I cannot shake the feeling that I have failed the all. My ancestors, my people, Shupa....I failed them all, and worst of all, my life lacks purpose, now."
"What is there left for me to do? I have no quarrel with the Alliance, per se. I fought them, for it was what my Warchief commanded of me. I have no grudge against them, and if they were to leave me in peace, I would show them the same in turn. There is no warfront to go to besides this. The Firelord has been destroyed, the Twilight abominations as well. War seems to be my only talent, and I have no war to fight."
Buyaga splashes his hand in the water gently. "Why do you reject me, spirits? All I ever wanted from life was to be your voice, your protector, your instrument. Yet...you do not see me worthy of this task. I can lead others to you, but not achieve you blessing for myself. I know that there is more in store for me than fighting with an axe. There has to be. There has to be...."
Buyaga gets up and starts walking back towards Garadar. Lost in thought, looking for purpose.
