2. Chapter: Bound by Flames

We try to reach the gate as soon as possible. I never felt such pain in my life. Everywhere when I see is filled with corpses, with our people and with dead bodies of the undeads. Where the deads came to invade us, there was no life in there. The fields are rotten, and became unliving. The glorious silver and gold trees with the sparkle of the life… oh my sweet homeland. What a cruel ends of your destiny. Nine thousand year of building, and making peace in this land… and now you shattered with dead creatures, lurking to siphon your energy…

Anar'alah, vendel'o eranu (By the light, help me forget).

The destruction was unbelieving. If I came here alone, I would lose myself in my agony. I just stand for my people lifeless corpses. I need to be strong… I cannot let my feeling to overwhelm me, but I see my commanders have got the same feeling like me. We don't talk to each other, we don't need… when I looking those eyes of him, I can feel all of his emotion, and it's really deep and dark like mine. But we need to hurry.

We reach the gate, quite fast, without seeing any of the deads… something is wrong. Really wrong. Lor'Themar grabs his sword more powerfully, and looking around impatient.

"The deads just fled?" he whispers me.

" I don't think so…"

The silence is the worst of that. I can hear my heart fast beating. I cannot lie to myself, I fear. My hands are shaking and I feel the cold.

I hear some strange noise, when we go through "The Scar". I cannot know what that was, but I can hear whispering… dark magic filled the air. I can feel my chest burden in that weight.

"Maybe they want to ambush us?"

"Well, it will be a great surprise, and other way they not so intelligence to do that" says my commander.

"Don't underestimate them Lor'Themar, you know they've destroyed our homeland. Be careful."

We arrived in Silvermoon. My heart skipped a beat, when I saw it. The golden gate, had been crushed into pieces, rumbling into the dusk, the white wall of our capital city crashed, or being grey. The red of the rooftops have been become dark. It's looks like a haunted city, which is abandoned centuries ago.

"How horrible seeing this destructions… I cannot believe if I don't see with my eyes." He says with a low voice, I can hear the sorrow in his world.

We stand there a little bit, remembering how magnificent and powerful looked like in the old times. How everything filled with life.

"We need to reach the King's Quarter because there is an orb of trans-location, so we can teleport to the Island, where the Sunwell was, and of course the greatest smith." I say with cold tone, I don't want to think anything else about my task because it will affects me.

"Yes, Kael, but how will we use it? Without any energy its broken."

"We will use mana crystals. Maybe it will be enough both of us to go to the island of Quel'Danas."

"Let's hope it will be enough."

I hear, the wind is howling into the ruins... it's too quiet. Why did they just leave so soon this land without taking anything else from the Sunwell? God's! The smell is horrible! I need to mask my face to not smell the rotting flesh of the dead. The blood filled the shattered street, the walls, even the inside of the family house.

Horrible to see my people how they drowned in their own blood, or sliced pieces or torned them up. I am sick, I really need to concentrate on to not vomit. My ancestors gave me strength! The world is spinning, I almost faint, when I see a pile of dead children... they ate them.

"Are you alright, my prince?" He hold me to not fall in the ground. I need a few times to get my strength back.

"I... Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." I smile at him but this one wasn't a pleasant one. "We need to reach the Quarter."

I push gently his helping hand away, I see the worry in his eyes. He knows I am not in the good condition. How anyone could be if they see such a fearsome scene? I try to not look at back when I pass the corpses, however I want to bury them. I little tear comes up, and runs off my cheek.

My grief… How could this ends? How…

"Kael.." I heard Lor'Themar's voice.

"Please not now. We need to focus, then after we bury all of them. Am I understood?"

"Always."

"Good." and I look around, and I see the King's Quarter.

The most famous and beautiful Quarter's was in Silvermoon city… the fountain which is filled with magical water, now filled with corpses and blood. The orb place was placed in the last room in the palace. It was easy to find, but for the luck of us, only we can use, not the ally or the horde even the undeads. I'm searching for the crystals, and trying to bring back the magic orb's function again. It was not hard, however I just needed two crystal. It's working again, but my happiness instantly blew away. The machine cracked loudly, and I can hear the energy inside, just like a siren.

Far from us, I hear a scream. It was not made by humans, it was much more like a demon or some sort of it. It gives me a jump, almost instantly we turn around and see what's happening.

The undeads were just waiting for this moment, they are everywhere, and block our loophole. We have got the orb to teleport us.

"I will defend you, Kael!" he say when the first scout came.

It looks like some sort of spider but it doesn't, his scream like the worst nightmare.

"No Lor'Themar! Come with me! I don't need a martyr commander!" I grab his shoulder and with all of my vigour I pull him to the orb. Then I use it.

Finally we reach Quel'Danas, It was a big island, where we build our smithy and the Sunwell. We build here the storage, and even after we trained here the Sun Knights. They was like a paladin in the Alliance, but they used the Sunwell's magic. Even after , now they can't use their own magic, but I need to admit they physical strength is quiet spellbinding.

"They will come for us my Prince!"

I just chuckle.

"They not. Firstly they cannot use the orb, they are not Highborne. Secondly the orb can transports you everywhere, where is another one and its working. Third, in Quel'Thalas there are a plenty of them. If maybe find where we was, they cannot capture us."

"True, but how do you know they are not rising our fallen warriors?" He raises his eyebrows.

"I don't want to think of it." I shake my head. Impossible Arthas did that. I sigh.

We are in the watchtower, not far from the smithing Quarter, and the Sunwell. We have got many places what the Scourge couldn't reach. Some areas were sealed by our magic, maybe it is strong enough to not break nor the undeads break through it. The plan is so easy, try to find one of the hidden and sealed smithy where I can reforge the Felo'Melorn. It's quite easy to think, but it will be harder.

The gate with our ancestor's statue, have been destroyed. The gate collapsed, we cannot reach the Sunwell, or what Arthas left inside the Sunwell Plateau. What a miracle, the river had been dried out and we can go through the watercourse We slide down, and up and for my luck, my commander helps me to not get any injury.

"Thank you." I say him with a smile.

"You are welcome, my prince it's the least thing what I can do for you." He smiles at me back.

"So are you ready to see what Arthas did with our energy?" he asks me when I dusting myself. He's gazing at the entrance, what no one guarded.

"I can ask the same from you Lor'Themar, but no… no one can be prepare such a horrible vision even after we know the truth. I merely can stand to not cry."

"I… my apologies. I do not wish to give you more sorrow. I just…" He regrets what he said to me.

"Never mind, Lor'Themar. I don't blame you. We cannot change the past, however we can change the future."

"Your wisdom bright me up, my prince."