Author's Note: I do not own World of Warcraft. That luxury goes to Blizzard Entertainment.
12 Years Ago - Unkown POV
Fire. Screaming. Metal clashing. And blood... Everything was, in short, chaos. There were people clad in black, and people in golden armor, but she didn't know
who was good anymore. She was screaming as well, running and ducking through the carnage to find her brother. She had lost him the moment Sentinel Hill
was ablaze, and he had slipped out the door when their father ran out to join the fighting. She ducked under a man in golden armor, his broadsword slashing
down on two of the black figures. She cried out, one of their daggers slashing across her face as it fell to the ground. But there was no time for self pity. He had
to find her brother and run to the safehouse. "B-brother! Protanimus, where are you? We have to go!" She screamed. "Ella! Ella, get out of here! Go!" She
heard her father yell, and ran to where she thought his voice was coming from. Just as she thought, he was in the tower at the top of the hill. She saw her
father, lying on the floor, covered in arrows and blood. "Daddy! You, -cough!-, you're hurt!" She cried out, fear paralyzing her in place as she noticed the figure
standing over her father. He was holding her father's blade in his hand. She blinked, trying to clear the blood, sweat and tears from her eyes to make out the
figure. "You've been a pain in my ass since I was born, Elf." The figure growled, and she realized it was her brother, standing over their bleeding and dying
father. "P-Protanimus, what are you doing? That's father...!" She started, her voice quivering. Protanimus eyed her, never lowering his sword. "This... Elf, is not
my father. He is in Alliance territory, and he will be punished in the way I see fit." He turned back their father, flipping his sword to wield it as a dagger. "For the
Alliance, you bastard!" He yelled, plunging his sword deep into their father's chest while Ellazora screamed. Their father made a loud gurgling sound, turning his
head to look at Ellazora. "E-Ella-zora... R-run away... from..." His sentence ended in a sigh as life left him, his sword in Protanimus' hands glowing a deep blue
briefly. Protanimus wrenched the sword from the Elf's corpse, turning menacingly to his sister. "Dearest Ellazora... It would've been much simpler had you not
found us." He snarled, walking to the terrified girl slowly. She took a shaky step back, falling flat on her rear as she tripped on an upturned stone.
"P-P-Protanimus... What are you doing?" She whimpered, repeating her question. He stood over her, raising his sword over her. "My duty, as a future soldier
for the Alliance." He growled, preparing his swing. "Lady Ellazora!" A voice from behind her yelled, blocking Protanimus' swing with his shield and punching him
in the gut, making Protanimus crumple to the ground with a grunt. "A-Aiden!" She cried out. "Lady Ellazora, run! This battle, it's all because of your brother! He
hired the Defias Brotherhood to attack Sentinel Hill so he could kill your father, now run! Get somewhere safe, and stay there!" He snapped, giving Protanimus
a firm kick, tossing him across the room. Protanimus snarled, standing hastily and lunging forward, swinging his sword at Commander Aiden, shattering his
shield like it was glass, the blade biting into his arm. "Ellazora, now!" She nodded quickly, unable to speak, and ran out of the building, dodging bodies and
blades as she ran to her burning home. She burst through the door, grabbing her mother's shield and a spare change of clothes, running out the back and into
the Westfall wilds, leaving Sentinel Hill, as it burned to the ground, blood and ashes washing over the Westfall soil.