Like a chess board abruptly rattled, the Sunwell shook, darkened and died and all the pieces fell down, all the Elves fell down as Arthas tore the Sun from the city, took the Light out of their chests. A shining river dammed, a child ripped from the teat, an engorged tick plucked headless from the host, they hungered and wept for their souls to come back.