*Clunk clunk*
The sound of wood striking wood echoes through the training grounds of Eversong Woods.
*Clunk clunk*
Two young Elven girls, that look to be in their mid-teens, are fighting with wooden weapons. The taller of the two, with black hair, is holding a wooden shield in one hand and a wooden sword in the other fending off the strikes of the red haired one.
*Clunk clunk*
The black haired Elf is blocking every one of the red haired one's attacks. The red haired Elf is using two wooden short swords to strike the shield hoping to break the defenses of the other, but the other is holding her own against the attacks.
*Clunk crack*
The shield bearing Elf pushed the others swords away and struck her against the side of the head sending her to the ground
"Harleen." A third Elf girl, this one looks a few years older than the other two and has golden blond hair, calls out. The blond Elf is concerned for the youngest of the three, it is meant to be tough training, but the strike could have done serious damage.
"Hold Sumerie." A tall and regal looking male Elf says stopping Sumerie from going to Harleen's aid with a hand on her shoulder.
Sumerie did as she was told, but she still watched Harleen with focus in fear of her being hurt.
Even the black haired Elf is looking on, she had not meant to put that much force into her attack.
But Harleen doesn't show any pain, she just wiped the small line of blood off her lip with the back of her hand and stood back up.
Harleen glares at her opponent. "Good hit." The resentment was clear in her voice.
The other Elf says nothing, she just razes her shield in preparation of the fight continuing.
Harleen flips one of her practice swords around so she is holding the blade the wrong way and rolls her shoulders. With speed from practice, Harleen charges at her opponent. The other preps her shield for the attack she thought would come. But it didn't. Instead of striking the shield as she had before, Harleen jumps and uses her reversed sword to pull the shield down and pulls herself over it. Harleen swings her other sword at her opponent's neck but stops just before making contact.
"I win." Harleen says with self-satisfaction in her voice.
"Think again little sister." The shield bearing Elf says tapping her own sword against her sister's inner arm.
Harleen notices that there is a sword against her light leather training armor, it would be a fatal strike if it was a real fight.
The sisters separate as the third female Elf and older male Elf walk to them. "I hope you understand why you lost Harleen." The male says, crossing his arms behind his back.
"Lost." Harleen is in shock. "It would have been a killing strike if this was real."
"But Beyon would have taken your sword arm, or at the very least left you severally wounded. Going for a kill that will take yourself out is always a loss my child." The older elf pats his youngest daughter on the shoulder. "We think before we strike, think of the outcome and what might happen." The older Elf's words cut Harleen, but she didn't show it in front of her father, that would only lead to more scolding.
"Yes Father." Harleen gives her father a small bow as he walks away.
"Good. Sumerie, make sure you and your sisters finish your training before dinner, I want to see improvement by next week."|
Sumerie, the eldest of the three bows just as her sister did. "Yes Father."
"And Beyon, good shield work today."
It was the middle daughter's turn to bow. "Thank you Father."
The sisters watch their father walk away from the training grounds, and wait till he is out of earshot before speaking.
"Are you ok Harleen?" Sumerie takes her sister's head by the chin and moved it to the side to look at the impact point of Beyon's strike.
"I'm fine." Harleen swipes her sister's hand away.
"You shouldn't have struck her so Bey." Sumerie turns to her other sister, who is setting her shield on a weapon stand.
Bey, Beyon's preferred name over her given one, turns to her sisters. "Father wanted to see our progress, and I did just that."
"Our skills with our weapons, not the strength of our strikes. There will come a time for that." Sumerie argues back.
"I think Bey is right Sumerie. We need to always be at our top and ready for a fight." Harleen inspects her training swords as she spoke. "It is only a matter of time before the Trolls rise up or the Orcs invade again." She tosses the swords away, another set damaged beyond repair.
"If that ever happens." Beyon pulls the tie out of her hair, letting it out of the ponytail she had it in. "Then you can be sure that the daughters of the Captain of the Kingsguard will be nowhere near a battle. Our jobs in this life are to be good at this in theory and practice. Sumerie will get a position with Father and we will have similar jobs."
"I will never be a warrior by name only." Harleen crossed her arms. "I will travel if I have to, but I will make a name for myself and die with legends in my name." Harleen has always been the more wild and untamed of the sisters. With being the youngest she had less expected of her than her sisters did, so she had the freedom to discover who she is unlike her sisters.
Sumerie being the first born is destined to be a Kingsguard like their father, and that path has shaped her into a commander mindset. But she still cared for her sisters deeply and it is hard for her to not show it.
Beyon's path is not that much different from her eldest sister. She will be a soldier too, but will be swept away to the higher ranks right away without earning it. But she fully intends to earn whatever is given to her due to her father's name.
"I pray to the Sunwell that we will never have to fight dear sisters. I want nothing more in this life than to watch the three of us grow old together and to teach others what Father taught us." Sumerie pulls her sisters to her for a quick hug.
"Some Kingsguard you'll be, showing affection like a common human." Harleen pushes herself out of her sister's grasp.
"Affection is one of the best tools of war sister." Beyon did not fight her sister hug. "Having a family to protect will make you fight harder."
"I don't need to worry about protecting you two, we're going to be the best Silvermoon has ever seen." Harleen knew her sister's words to be true. Despite the fighting, whether in practice or not, the sisters did care very much for each other and would never let anything come in between their bond.

Years later.

The Trolls didn't rise up, and the Orcs have reportedly left by boat. But war has come to the kingdom of the Quel'dorei. The human kingdom of Lordaeron to the south fell to a plague that ravaged the land killing all in its path and razed the dead into undeath. The Scourge is what the new inhabitants of the land to the south go by, and they are marching on Capital.
Despite what they thought would happen, Sumerie, Beyon, and Harleen are in the fray with the rest of the soldiers that will fight to defend their people.
The years have only improved the three's fighting skills, and they've each developed a style they are accustomed to.
Harleen wields two short swords and is clad in hardened leather armor. Beyon and Sumerie both chose the more heavier plate armor for protection, but not the same weapons. Sumerie grew fond of a long sword that requires two hands, were Beyon has a shield and war hammer.
The undead are a day's march from the city leaving all of its citizens in a state of unease. The three sisters took this time to spend what might be their last night together.
"I have forgotten how much the stars shine at night outside of the city." Beyon says looking up at the night's sky.
Harleen follows her sister's' gaze. "You can't see much from the comfort of a fluffy pillow inside the city Bey, you should have been out in the real world instead."
Beyon smiles, she has missed her sisters little jokes. "Well we all can't be running around with Farstriders in the woods, some of us have to keep the peace of the city."
"How is Lady Liadrin? She is hardly ever inside the keep and Father never sends me to the barracks." Sumerie asks looking to her sister.
Like she assumed, Beyon was moved up to a commanding rank of the city guards, but she also proved that she was worthy of it. On her first day of command she stood in front of those she was put in charge of and said that if any of them could best her in single combat, she would give them her job. By the end of the day, several knights needed to visit healers and Beyon still held her rank.
"She is a commander worth fighting for." Is all Beyon says, still looking up at the stars. "But what about you little sister? How is that legend of your life going?"
Harleen turns to her sister. "My story isn't done, there will be tales told of the youngest of three fighting in a great battle."
"With her two sisters by her side right?" Sumerie gives her a coy grin.
Harleen grins back. "Depends on how nice you are to me."
The sisters all laugh together.
"We should have done this more often." Sumerie says, feeling guilt come to her over the missed opportunities they had as sisters.
"We were not meant to have the luxury of doing nothing sister, there were things expected of us from the day we were born." Beyon looks down at her feet.
"Then after we win this war." Harleen chimes in. "We'll all get away and just do nothing. The Hinterlands are nice in the fall."
Sumerie and Beyon exchange looks, they understand what is coming, and of the chance of success.
Sumerie felt the need to tell her sister the truth. "Harleen-"
Beyon cuts her sister off. "That sounds great. Doing nothing with my sisters is the perfect reward after this." Beyon couldn't bring herself to let Sumerie tell Harleen that they might die the next day.
Harleen smiles. "It will be."
Sumerie coughs to change the topic. "So I have something for us." She reaches over to where her bag of a few supplies lay. "Father meant for these to be a Winters Vaile gift for us. But he wants us to have them for tomorrow." Sumerie lays a long cloth wrapped object between the three of them. Carefully she removes the cloth revealing a three-piece sword set, each with a different color gem in the pommel, one for each of their fighting styles.
"Prismatic blades?" Beyon asks picking up the sword with a rose quartz in it.
"Yes, Father had them forged for us." Harleen picks up the short sword, this one has an amethyst in its pommel, and pulls the blade from its sheath as Sumerie talked. "The blades only get stronger when they are reforged, so they should be unlike anything we have used before."
"Do they have names?" Beyon asks removing her blade from its holder.
The last blade still on the ground was meant for Sumerie. It is the longest of the three and has as a crimson red ruby in its hilt.
"Yes, they are; Duty, Family, and Honor." Sumerie gestures to the blades from biggest to smallest as she named them. "They are Grandfather's grandfather's originally. Forged and used during wars long ago."
The names of the blades matched the owners surprisingly well. Sumerie's duty to her position and their family name. Beyon's care for not just her family by blood, but to all those that she commands. And the honor Harleen wants to earn from a life as a warrior.
Harleen looks at her new weapon. "Vast numbers of undead will fall to these." The blades have an enchanting look to them that have the more wild-minded Harleen calmed and focused.
Beyon returns her blade to its scabbard. "I am with you sister, I will cut down all that shall come in my way with this."
"So long as it is only enemies." Sumerie takes this moment to take in her sister's faces. She has looked upon them an uncountable number of times, but never really looked at their eyes.
Harleen's eyes have a wild look to them, the arcane blue dances in her face, always looking and taking in her surroundings. Beyon's are stern where Harleen was wild, focused and to the point. Sumerie could not describe her own, but to her sisters, Sumerie's eyes said caring and watching.

The next morning, before the sun even breached the tree line, the army of Elves stand ready. Sumerie is not with her sisters, even earlier she travelled to the Isle of Quel'danas to stand with the king, leaving her sisters to be part of the mass of Elves that will most likely fall in the city. But she has every faith in her sisters that there will be piles of foes around where they may fall.|
She removes Duty from the holster on her on her back and kneels putting the tip of the blade into the cool morning earth.
'Blessed Sunwell, keep my sisters safe in this dark day. If my life will allow them to survive this, then I happily give it.' Sumerie says a quick prayer in her mind for the safety of her sisters.
Sumerie stands and removes her blade from the earth as an Elf runs to the group standing before the gate.
"They are coming!" He shouted as he ran. "They cut right through Silvermoon and are crossing the sea."
Sumerie felt a pit form in her stomach. "Bey... Harleen... I will see you soon." She whispers to herself.
A hand rests on her shoulder. "Calm yourself Daughter." Sumerie looks over to her father, after all these years he still stands above her and emanates an aura of strength. "Your sisters served and protected our home, be proud of them."

The smell was the first thing that hit them. The rotting foul odor made many lose their stomach contents. But Sumerie held it back, this was not the time to handicap herself. Coming across the water on a sheet of ice that grew as it drew near was the massive army of the undead. Skeletons, risen humans, banshees that looked like ghosts, and more than she wanted to count dead Elves reanimated. Seeing her fellow Elves in the mass was the hardest part for Sumerie.
People spoke around her, some even yelled, but all Sumerie could do was watch the only mounted member of the army. The once Prince of Lordaeron, Arthas, rode atop a skeletal horse with one hand on the reins and the other brandishing a long evil looking sword.
"For the Sunwell!" Someone shouted, and the army charged at the undead.

Swords clashed, bones broke, and flesh rend. It was not a battle of armies, it was a slow slaughtering push through the army of Elves.
Sumerie lost sight of her father as she cut down risen after risen. It made her feel sick every time a fellow Quel'dorei came upon her. They were her kin, and then next one of them she faced could be one of her sisters.
But luck spared her that, Beyon and Harleen were not seen by her eyes. But that is where her luck ended. As she fought she found herself standing in front of King Sunstrider, doing her best to keep the undead away from him. But the king was standing in front of the only way into the chamber of the Sunwell, and the Scourge Prince wanted in there.
Arthas made his way through the crowd, cutting down foes and allies alike that got in his way.
Sumerie felt something as the skeletal horse approached her, it was fear. She has never been truly afraid of anything in her life, but watching the agent of death struck it into her heart. She looks at Duty, this was her end. But if that was to be so, then she will go as a warrior. Fighting for her people, her family, her sisters. She takes a deep breath and focuses on the happiest moment of her life and charges at Arthas.
Their swords collided and for a fraction of a second Sumerie thought she could hold her own against him. But that was quickly proven false as he sends Duty flying from her hands with one swipe of his rune blade. Sumerie looked on in horror as the monster before he lunged his sword at her.
The strong Elvish metal of her armor did nothing to stop the blade. Sumerie felt every inch of it invade her, it was cold and hurt more than she thought it ever would. She could feel the blade pulling at something in her, slowly the warmth was drained out of her and darkness filled her vision. It felt as if her death was taking a lifetime, but in reality, the monster cut her down in fractions of a second. And just as everything was almost gone, something pulled her back. Her eyes opened and she could see, but her vision was not right. Everything was in a smoky haze and her mind was not hers. Something was terribly wrong, but she didn't care, all she needed to know was to kill for the Lich King.

The majority of the undead were gone. Either killed in the explosion or left when the perversion of the well was done. The undead did not come to wipe out the Quel'dorei, but the population of the race is less than a quarter of what it was. The path the undead took left a trail of corpses and blacked earth right down the middle of the kingdom, nothing would ever grow on the Dead Scar ever again.
Harleen stood on a small hill overlooking the mass funeral fire that was constructed. Fire was the only way to make sure the dead did not come back. She had looked at every Elf that was laid to rest on the pyre, but she saw no sign of her eldest sister.
"Harleen, you need to see a healer."
Harleen looks away from the fire, a few feet away stood Beyon with her arm in a sling and bandages over her right eye.
"I do not need healing, I need answers." Both sisters were covered in deep cuts and large bruises, but Beyon was the one that made it out of the battle more injured.
As they fought Harleen made it a point to stay with her sister, working together they managed to be the last ones standing. But when a giant undead creature struck at them and missed hitting an already crumbling wall, it sent the wall falling down.
Harleen was sure that the wall would kill her as she watched it fall, but Beyon didn't hesitate and jumped at her sister sending them both to the ground and used her shield to stop the rubble from killing them both.
The weight of the wall falling broke Beyon's arm as it hit her shield, but she never gave up keeping her little sister alive.
"What answers is there to get? Sumerie is gone, Fathers dead and people are leaving to follow Kael'thas. Our world as we knew it is gone." Beyon tried to walk up the hill, but her body couldn't handle more than one step.
Harleen looks at the object in her left hand, she managed to hang on to Honor for the whole fight. "Then it is revenge I want." The blade is still covered in the black blood stains from the fighting.
"Do you think I do not want the same? I lost almost everything that was important to me. All I have left is you, sister. But we are needed here with our people, not running off after monsters." Beyon knew her words fell on deaf ears, Harleen has already made up her mind on what she was going to do before Beyon even said her first word.
"I understand you sister." Harleen starts walking down the hill. "But I cannot sit by and do nothing."
"We still have a duty to our people, they need us."
Harleen holds the object in her right hand out to Beyon. "You have a duty to our people." She places Duty in her sister's hand, it was all they found of their sister. "I am not meant for Duty, Family, or even Honor." Harleen looks at her own sword. "I need my Vengeance sister, and I believe that the prince will guide me to it." She says, renaming the gift from her father and eldest sister.
Beyon felt tears come to her eyes, the two had mourned Sumerie with them until there was none left to be shed, but now with Harleen leaving, the pain came back to her. "Be safe." Beyon takes her arm out of the sling as she stabs Duty into the ground. "Remember everything we learn." Slowly she takes Harleen's free hand with her broken arm. "And promise us that you will come back." Beyon placed Harleen's hand on the red gem in the hilt with hers on top.
Harleen squeezes the red jewel. "I promise you that I will be back." Harleen was still not a hugging person, but regardless she pulled Beyon into one.

AN: Hello readers, so this is definitely very different than what I have posted in the past. Acknowledging the obvious, yes I am a World of Warcraft player, and I'm solely a Horde player, Lok'tar ogar. This is kind of what I have for head cannon for a few of the characters I play in WoW, but none of these ladies are my main, if you are interested I main a BM Hunter. I am posting this rather short first chapter as a way to kind of make myself work on this fic so I can't abandon it when Legion drops, so hopefully I will have this one done at a somewhat normal pace. I hope you enjoy this brainchild of mine.