Prologue
Tyrande pushed the half broken tree twig out of her way. Tyrande`s purple skinned face was shinning the night of Ashenvale. She felt a warm tear roll down her cheek, she raised her head up the sky before hearing a loud gunshot from in front of looked down from the small hill she was atop to see the few remnants of Sliverwing hold be slaughtered by the unending hordes of Orc scum. She thought Orc scum all the same beast,monsters,crazed lunatics. She heard orc shouts from below to hunt for anymore survivors up on the hills and trees above. She watched as two orcs in blue plate armor with steel axes charged up a hill with a mob of orcs in clumsy leather gear behind."Tyrande! where have you been?"A voice said as She felt a hand touch his shoulder. She turned to see a male Night elf with green robes on holding a staff inscribed with forest power. Tyrande smiled as the man stared at the ruins of Sliverwing hold."Malfurion"Tyrande said. "Yes darling?"Malfurion asked kneeling down next to her. "My sisters,There all dead"Tyrande said feeling the warm hand leave her shoulder replaced with another hand colder."I know Tyrande the horde attacked us years ago,Even killed half of the Silverwing elf's" Malfurion replied." For the horde!"A goblin voice from below yelled. Tyrande looked down the hill and saw at least twenty goblin workers building a lumber mill. Malfurion reached for his staff as the first goblin pointed up the hill. "Tyrande we have to go!"Malfurion yelled before trying to pick Tyrande up.