People gathered in caravans as they were evacuated to safety, away from battle, as families say their goodbyes to those who stay and fight thedemon corrupted orcs that threatened to burn Stormwind to the ground. Among the brave soldiers is Daelon Hammertide, who stayed behind as a soldier of goodness who willdefend the people until they are evacuated out of the city and into secure territories for the people to be cared for until the problem will be eliminated, he was though a man with responsibilities as he already had a family, a wife and a 5 year old daughter, Shaya who is sobbing for him.

"Dear, please come with us we can't bear it to see you be left behind knowing that you have to fight those monsters." His wife pleaded with teary eyes, a clear concern for him.

"Don't worry about me love, just take care of Shaya okay? And I will catch up with you, I just need for them to finish the evacuation." He said, trying to comfort his wife as he brushed her hair and also her daughters.

His daughter Shaya then looked at him innocently like a child would do"Daddy, when will you comeback with me and mommy?" She asked. Daelon knelt before her daughter and holds her hand. "Don't worry Shaya, I will be coming later, I will be just defending the people okay? I will be with you and mommy very soon, okay? Don't worry about me you little angel." He chuckled as he tries to comfort his daughter and kissed her on the forehead and slightly shakes her nose that made her giggle in response.

His wife and daughter gets on the caravan and they slowly departed, and her daughter was lifted by her mother to wave her goodbyes. "Bye Daddy! I love you!" She shouted. His tears showed as they went on.

"Bye Honey! Take care of your mommy for me!" He shouted back with teary eyes yet a smile was hanging unto his lips

"Don't worry I will!" She then sat back with her mother.

Daelon then go back to do his business, finishing up the evacuation while also defending them from harm as the sieging orcs was clearly visible outside the gates, the people clearly voice they're concern but was glad enough to see they're soldiers fighting them to keep them at bay long enough for the evacuation to finish in the large village.

"That's it! That's the last of the caravan!" a high ranking soldier shouted.

"What are your orders captain?" Daelon asked.

"Abandon outpost and follow the villagers." The captain replied back.

"Yes Sir!"

"You heard the captain! Abandon outpost and follow the villagers." Daelon shouted at them.

The Soldiers who was with Daelon patrolled with him at night, it was clearly dangerous at night against the orcs, but they were large enough to repel an ambush that might be

waiting for them. They traveled and guarded the villagers till it was sunrise, clearly they did not risk to camp out the night only to be slowed down enough for the orcs to catch up with them and slaughter them. Daelon thought about his family but was confident that they were out of harm's way, clearly knowing that they were very concerned for him. His captain then appeared and ordered him to gather his men and set out a food hunting party. He replied back with a yes sir.

He and his men traverse deep within the woods but near enough for back up to arrive for them if they were suddenly ambushed. He and his men hunts and seeks anything they can

find until they found a wrecked caravan, with lots of bloodied and mangled bodies of their people, Daelon and his men change their faces from hunting face to horror without measure, their faces clearly evident with fear as they look around their surroundings, slaughtered like animals, the victims lay before them.

One of their men shouted at them to look at something, "Everyone look at this!" He pointed at a cross in the distance.

Their eyes immediately become large as they observed the gruesome sight before them. In the forest lies a woman and a child that were nailed on the cross, crucified. Their blood seeps to the wooden plank haunted them before the horrid sight. All of them was sick to the bone on what they have just seen, but nowhere their sorrow compares to the man who slowly trudged to the wooden cross like a zombie, like the dead reached for the after life. His eyes were haunted by the sight, the tears flooded his sight till he was almost blinded by it. He knelled down to the wooden cross and roared in sorrow, knowing that his family left the world.

A much older Daelon awakened, by the looks of his starting grey hair he was clearly in his late forty's or early fifties', he shook his head and rubbed his eyes as he stood up to his full height, he was clearly big for a human as he stood at 6'4. His nightmares, his past still didn't left him, no, it haunted him through his entire life, he sees it now, their deaths will forever be his fault. It was his fault. Not even the loud clangs of metal saved him from his thoughts as he strapped his armor, not even the tears that stained his face everyday since their deaths saved him from his past or nightmares. But it all matters not to him now, the past was done, it was already fulfilled, there was no use in dwelling back to them. He just went outside, paid the inn keeper and be on his way.

He was in the crooked city of Booty bay, there was still something to do here near Booty bay still trying to collect a bounty from a greedy goblin. He doesn't really care if he collected the bounty or not, there was nothing else for him in the future, so indeed he just left booty bay and be on his way in Stranglethorn Vale. Clearly he was just wondering around at Stranglethorn Vale, serving no purpose in his life ever since the death of his beloved wife and dau-

"No, don't think about it, just let it slide...just let it slide.." He thought in his mind, already his nights were haunted, he just wished he could just have some peace in the day when the nightmares of the nights dominated his thoughts. He wondered, and wondered and wondered, as if looking for death. Death. Oh how many times he thought about it, thinking about it, wanting about it. A key for his prison, just a sword in the heart away and he would be free, to go back and be reunited with his family. But what would they think about him? What would they say? They don't want that for him, he knew of course, that's why he would persevere.

By the time he snapped out from his thoughts, it was already night fall, not realizing the time he spent wondering in the Vale with little to no care of the dangers ahead, it's blind luck that was keeping him alive these days. He finds a safe spot in the forest as there was no signs of predators or thieves lurking around, he would at least have the luxury to know that he won't have his throat get bitten of by a large cat or a thief slitting his throat with a rusted knife. But secretly, deep in his heart, he wished for it to happen.

He went on to put up the tent and starts a warm fire for the night to keep the predators at bay. The dangers here lurked as their eyes that can be seen clearly in the bushes observing him. He put his bag in front of the tent and opens it up, containing some dozen loafs of bread. He picked one up and ate it, till then gulping water down to his throat from the water canteen, emptying it, making him grunt in dissatisfaction. He stood up and went away to retrieve some water in a nearby stream.

Just a minute away and he found a clean stream, showing no signs of danger around. He plunged the bottle and fills it up to the full. He stood up and immediately went back to the camp, but sure enough what he saw got his brows raising. Lies in front of his tent, lies what he could infer due to the pointy ears is a Blood Elf, kneeling down, eating the loaves of bread inside his bag. He could see that poor elf was a girl that aged somewhere between 13-15 years old. She wore tattered clothes, her skin was evidently dirty, her hair was flowing white, and just like most Elves, an exaggerated beauty that was clearly dangerous to have in this particular place.

Though despite seeing it clearly that the elf was no fighter, he unsheathe his sword just to make sure, he slowly trudged through the bushes, till a sound of cracking sticks caught the elf's attention, catching him to see that he was carrying a sword. He was expecting her to run away, but what she did made him understand her desperation. The elf immediately cried while still holding the bread that she was eating close to her chest, as if holding on for dear life. Tears strained her cheeks as her cries echoed to his ears. He immediately sheathe his sword and hold his hand up in a gesture of goodwill, but the elf didn't stop it's tears. He took his canteen and puts it up to her, offering it, making the elf slowly calm down, till she was calm enough to take it from him. After that he just let her finish, he could see how desperate she was as she kept on ravaging that small loaves of bread, and repeatedly drowning herself in water from the canteen. Dehydration, starvation, injuries...you name it, this girl might have.

She just immediately let her head rest and close her eyes, not caring if the stranger in front of her was dangerous. She looked like as if she accepted her death here, but no, all that stranger did was putting a small blanket up to her to cover her battered form from the night.