3. Chapter: A warming surprise

The time has come to make justice to our people. When we enter the sanctum, what we defend with our life. The Sunwell Plateau… how rich you was with life, overflow with holy magic, now ruined, filled with the dead unbroken silence. How heart breaking to see your corruption.

I… I will never forget this, Arthas! If I need to go through the burning hell or the freezing death, I will find you and kill you! No one will stop my revenge. This is my sacrament, for my people. I will rebuild this place at any cost... if I need to use black magic, if I need to be some horrific creature, I will do it.

Step by step, I try to search a sealed door. Most of them are destroyed, and unburied corpses are laying everywhere. I cannot mind to much them, I almost use to it.

I concentrate on magic, if a sealed the door front of us, I will find it.

"My Majesty…" He puts off my thinking.

"Yes Lor'Themar?" I ask him while I raise an eyebrow.

"I'm just thinking… where the others could be? I cannot see Hauldron's dead body, nor Magister Rommath or Sylvanas. It means, they could survive this massacre."

"Let's hope the best."

He doesn't say stupid thing, however it's true. Neither I see their bodies laying in dusk or dried in their own blood. When I thinking of that I feel a little magic aura. It's weak, but not far from here. Maybe are they here?

I almost run, swift as the wind, my commander barely catches me up, when I stop I hear he is panting.

"Baise'a nonlo!" (Open the gate!) I said loudly and harshly, but no one receives answer.

Then...it shall be, I need to break it. I use one of the mana crystals to unlock the seal. The big gold gate, slowly opened, and I see why no one responded my command!

"Anar'alah! (By the light!) It's you my prince! We are prey a quite long time, to someone come to us and rescue us."

The long black haired mage, in a red and gold silky robe, with a high collar what covers his face pretty near.

"Rommath! For the light of my ancestor's! It is you! Oh my old friend, it's such a good pleasant to see you! "I say with joy, and hug him.

"Same to you, Kael. We thought you were dead… but now I can't believe you are here!" he says with excitement.

"Are you just the only one here?" I know it's a risky question to him, but it's necessary.

"No, there is a bunch of us here. I just only keep the gate with my magic, and almost lost our hope. If Halduron is not here… we had been defeated."

"Wait, does he here? The Leader of the Farstriders, Halduron?"

"Well, I cannot know any other Halduron than him. I think you will gave him a great strength if he can see you."

I nod him, and left them to speak to each other. I think they have to discuss a lot of thing. It was a room with sheets and food, the chair and the table had been push to the wall. There is a plenty elves, who are injured, bandages cover the deep wounds.

"My prince." I hear a voice from my side, when I turn I meet with a golden blonde, tired blue eyes.

His armour had been damaged, there are plenty sword cuts.

He has got a lot of bandages, too. I cannot know how he survived.

"Halduron. It's good to see you alive."

"As you too, my Highness." He smiles, but instantly went dark. "I need to report a really unwelcome news. About the Rangers…." He's voice was low almost whispering, I can barely hear.

"What is about the Rangers? You mean…" I shocked.

"All of us had been killed, just few of us survived, I only live, because Sylvanas have rescued me."

"Is she… is she dead too?" My voice is trembling.

The Ranger- General Sylvanas Windrunner. She was the best. Had The Ranger- General been fallen by the Scourge? How could this happening? No… this cannot be true! She hides somewhere as like the others…

"I'm sorry My Prince, she had been slained by Arthas. I was unable to kill him, and he took her body somewhere… just one thing left behind her." He lends me the ring.

It was the Band of the Ranger-General, what I gifted to her. It was the symbol of her leadership, her successful and her talent.

"Thank you." I knuckle my hand, and I put the ring on. "Her sacrifice will be not forgiven."

"She was the most courage, wisest woman in under your leadership. I'm sorry your loss, I know you and her... has got a blossom reputation."

Dalah'surfal (My beloved one). So this is how it ends? I should have been there, but now I'm neither unable to have you buried nor say you good bye. Your waving golden hair, those precious moon eyes, I lost forever with one bad decision. I turn to the wall, and I cry. My silent tears, cross down in my cheek. I lost my love again, the man who claimed Jaina, killed my beloved Ranger-General Sylvanas, all of my people. How much I need to suffer? I can barely stop my tears, and turn back to Halduron.

"I know, she was always. Thank you, your report Halduron, besides of your charisma and loyalty, with my position as a Prince, and your future king I choose you to be the next Ranger-General. May the sun guides us."

"I... cannot take her post! She can came back, she just had got one deep wound.." He tries to give me hope… hope for my lovely woman who can beating my heart comes back. I cannot believe in this illusion.

"Arthas have striked her with the Frostmourne, then she died with a quick death. After all she cannot come back. If she could, I just hope I would not face with her soulness ghoul."

"I... my thank you Prince, I will... do my best to lead the rangers, even with my last breath, and my apologies."

"You don't need to apologies Halduron, you are a humble servant of the Suntrider's, now your job to regain your strength, and then with the three commanders of mine, we can drive out them."

"I can fight, these are just a scratch."

"Please don't make a joke these are really deep wounds you have."

"I'm not joking my Prince. I want to fight by your side!" He salutes me.

"As we are" I hear the voice behind me. „We will defend you! The Scourge is here, and even your strength cannot break it. Our spy reports they defend a forge, what they use." Says Rommath.

"Are you sure Halduron you can fight with us?"

"Yes, more than ever, my prince."

"Good, let's shall begin! My fingers are itching for kill those creatures." I reply him.

„For Quel'Thalas!" a battle cry, what gaves us courage to take the task.

So we can move to the smith, and I can reforged our blade. Then, these hideous monster will feel the fury of my wrath and burn into ashes. It will be a great pleasure.