As Volonazra prepared to pass through the portal, Chrysalia stood there in disbelief.
"First my dah and now dis!" she yelled.
She closed her eyes and tried to remove herself from the din that was all around her, inside her head.
"Sprits guide meh, show meh where mah cheef be goin"
Using the Shamanistic technique her father had taught her she began to chant her own meditation, quietly, calmly, and the noise of the opening ritual began to become a ringing in her ears. The vision came slowly, she could only make out shapes in a mist of some kind at first. But as the minutes passed the vision became clearer, she saw the chief Volonazra making his way across a vast openness, the badlands would have seemed like an oasis in this charred wasteland. Storms whipped debris across the chiefs face in torrents, at times he had to lay flat on his belly with his cloak over his face to save from suffocating in the dust.
In the distance she could make out the ruins of a great fortress, as the chief approached she saw what looked like a Horde banner lying on the ground.
"Could it be?" she thought to herself
The chief pressed onward through the blinding dust, as the fortress slowly took shape before him, she could not believe her eyes, it was the biggest thing she had ever seen, a city 10 times the size of Orgrimmar. As he came closer to the fortress she could see signs of life! Fresh bonfires burned outside the gates of the city, a band of 2 battle scarred orcs and a Troll came to meet the chief.
"We've been expectin' ya mon." The troll said to the chief.
"A Troll, in dis place?!" She exclaimed to herself.
"Could it be?" She gasped
The vision began to fade, as much as she tried to fight its leaving she was powerless to stop it.
"No sprits not yet! Let meh see 'is face!" She yelled aloud.
And just like that the vision was gone, she was back at the Dark Portal, the ritual had ended and the chief was no longer in their midst.
The remaining clan members were mulling about, talking of the end of the clan, and such other down hearted feelings.
"Fear not mah friens, the chief will be safe, da spirits has shown me dis" She told them
She proceeded to tell them about her vision, and in the back of her mind, the flame of hope burned ever brighter.
"...an I tink he may have found whar mah parents is" She finished with a smile, and a gleam in her eye.