(The world the story is based in was not created by me, I'm just a WoW Fan writing my own version of things. All the rights and stuff belong to its creators, and I claim no credit for any of it except for writing one pretty good story. :P Comments Please! This is my first posted fan fiction, so don't be too harsh.)

The Solblade Chronicles

Prologue: The Way of Things

Every High Elf, of every high elven generation has always believed and known that the Dawnblade and Sunblade Families were the protectors of the Sunwell, the well being the lifeblood and arcane hub for all of Quel'Thalas. This is quite true, except for the fact that there was another family. A family that was forgotten in one single event. The Scourge Invasion.

When the powerful death knight Arthas invaded Quel'Thalas with his legions of undead, he descended upon Quel'Danas Isle especially, with no mercy. He killed and murdered any who stood in the way in his march to the mystical Sunwell. The last line of defense for the Sunwell was not the Dawnblades or Sunblades, however. The final bastion of High Elven arcane supremacy laid with the Solblade family, the elite guard of the Sunwell and Thalassian throne, and the first Blood Knights.

The small in number, vast of heart, family of the Light, fought Arthas with all their power, but in the end they were no match for the death knight and his unholy runeblade Frostmourne. Arthas won. He waded into its holy waters and resurrected the necromancer, Kel'Thuzad. Solblade corpses were strewn about like a forgotten heirloom.

And thats what truly happened. It was hours before the high magisters got there. They quickly disposed of the bodies, incinerating them into ash on the edge of the well. The magisters were actually more concerned about the waters of the well, rather then its most revered defenders. The resurrection of Kel'Thuzad defiled its purity, quickly contaminating its arcane use. Quel'thalas was destroyed, and the two young high elves to restore it, felt the pangs of the mourning more than all.

Prince Kael'Thas was the fair-skinned, blonde haired heir to the throne of Quel'Thalas and his best friend was Airowyn Solblade, the sole survivor to the Solblade name. Both were sitting in their room in the Violet Citadel of Dalaran. laughing about a picture Airowyn had drawn during instruction that day, his own brown hair dangling in his face, when a bright gold and crimson messenger hawk flew in their room window. Kael'Thas got up and ran over to the hawk, still chuckling. "You should really pay attention better when Antonidas is talking you know!" As he read the note, his wide grin shifted to an look of anguish and pain. He threw the note at Airowyn and turned away, as he swiftly picked it up and read it aloud.

"My Prince,

Quel'Thalas has fallen to the Undead, your father has died at the hand of Arthas Menethil, and the Sunwell has been destroyed. Please return with the utmost haste.

-Ranger Lor'Themar Theron "

Airowyn dropped the note on the table in the center of the room, running his hands through his hair. Their beloved homeland had been ravaged Impossible! "Could this be true Kael? Could this happen?"

Kael'Thas snapped his fingers, burning the note with a fire spell. "You and I both realize we wouldnt be troubled with anything like this if it wasn't true." Speaking harsh to his friend, "We must get back to Silvermoon. Go tell Antonidas we will be leaving. Ill get our things."

Airowyn nodded and briskly went out the door. He followed the now familiar corridors up and down stairs, and through seemingly endless hallways on his way to the Council Chambers. How could this have happened to us? We are High Elves! How dare Arthas, a human no less, desecrate our land and take from us so much....my family. Airowyn started to weep, but stopped and wiped his eyes. Not now Airowyn. Be strong... As he turned another corner, he heard a sweet voice call his name from behind him. Whipping his head around, he saw Jaina Proudmoore, Antonidas' protege and what would become the most powerful mortal sorceress in all of Azeroth. Airowyn couldnt help but let out a weak smile when he locked eyes with her. Jaina was smart, talented, and gorgeous, everything Airowyn had wanted in a mate....but so did Kael'Thas. She came down the hallway right towards Airowyn.

"Where are you off to?" She asked with one of those sinister grins.

"To see Antonidas. Me and Kael'Thas have to leave for Quel'Thalas immediately." His tone turning solemn once again.

"Why?!"

Airowyn took Jaina by her hands, stealing some of the warmth he'd always wanted to feel. "Arthas and his undead invaded...they destroyed Silvermoon and the Sunwell....I'm sorry Jaina, we have to leave...for our people." He turned his head away from her, biting his lip, trying not cry.

Jaina gasped and covered her mouth with both her hands, falling down on her knees in the corridor. "Arthas.....no." She curled and began sobbing into her robe.

"I know you still had feelings for him...I only wish I could help you." Struggling desperately to find sympathy for her, when he needed it most himself.

Jaina got up, tears rolling down her face "No! You need to go back. Help your people anyway you can! You have many more problems then me right now." She managed a timid smile to lighten the mood, but nothing could do so in a time as such.

"We will be back, I promise." Airowyn let go of her hands and started to stand up to leave, but something kept him just long enough to kiss Jaina on her cheek. She blushed, trying to find solace in the only happy notion that would come for weeks, as the elf took off around the corner.