AN- Hey guys. Yeah, my first WoW story, I know. But after I made my first troll since before Cataclysm, I just had to do this. I'm sure those of you with trolls remember our friend, Zuni. The little fellow who brightened our day. And if you don't, please look him up. You'll remember him, then.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure this is mostly for my own closure. I'm still crying.

Enjoy! I'd appreciate it if you review as well, but I won't be pushy.

"I got da fires dis time, mon!" Zuni shouted, before rushing towards the blazers, sure that Zar'Jira's power souce would soon once again light up. However, this caught the Witch's attention.

"Zuni! NO!" The Frostwave hit Zuni, and he fell. You stand frozen, watching your newfound friend fall before your eyes. No way... No way. This wasn't supposed to happen! If anyone were to fall it should have been you. He had more experience. He deserved it more! Zen'Tabra is already by his side when Vol'Jin asks her to heal him. Later you vaguely remember him saying something about going back to Darkspear Hold before disappearing.

You weren't listening. You're eyes are locked on the still body that is Zuni. You run over to him, still numb, and drop to your knees. You reach out, as if to touch him... But your hand freezes just before you reach his arm, and drops. Afraid to find out what you already know. Zuni is dead.

But there is a part of you that still hopes. Hopes that Zen'Tabra can save him still. Resurrect him like a Paladin could. But when she speaks, that hope crashes and burns to ashes. Zen'Tabra stands, and looks at you sadly.

His soul had been ripped from his body by Zar'Jira. Making it impossible to save him. Your trainer gives you time to think, standing slightly to the side to give you privacy. You sit for the longest time, just thinking about Zuni.

No more, "Ya about to be Darkspeared!" or "Die snakefish!"

Still you wonder why him. The one who had such a happy outlook on life, the one who would have made a truly great warrior. You stand, and hold your head high. You silently vow,

I'll do this, Zuni. I'll do this because you can't.

...

And now, standing next to Vol'Jin... You understand the name of these boots you have been rewarded. "Boots of the fallen friend..." You look at the sky, and take a deep breath. Hoping somehow Zuni recieves your silent message.

May peace be wit'chu, mon.

R.I.P. Zuni