Author's Note: Sorr for the long wait. This is the last chapter from Iris' past for now. I'll continue with the present day story after that.


Lies Uncovered!

They found King Anasterian at the Magister's Terrace surrounded by his advisers. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the last defenders of Silvermoon bruised, bloody and beaten kneeling before him. He motioned to them to stand up.

"Speak, my child", he commanded Iris.

"My Lord, Silvermoon is no more. Our valiant Ranger General has fallen. They are coming.", Iris informed the Sun King. Anasterian sighed and closed his eyes.

"This is it, my children. This is the moment of reckoning. Our kingdom, our beloved home has fallen at the hands of an enemy worse than the Legion. Are we going to allow them take away from us our very life source? Dath'remar's legacy? We have nothing else. We owe it to our revered founders and the generations after us to preserve the Sunwell. We owe it to them to defend it. ARE YOU WITH ME?", he roared, unsheathing Felo'Melorn.

"FOR QUEL'THALAS!", they all roared back and run down the hill to meet the remaining forces of Quel'Thalas. It was all for naught. The Scourge fell upon them like locust. One by one, the brave defenders of the Sunwell fell to Frostmourne, and were raised to undeath in order to attack their brothers and sisters. Iris fought tooth and nail next to her grandfather and Rommath, casted spell upon spell, until her mana run out. 'Time to use the bow', she shot barrage upon barrage of arrows against the advancing ghouls. But she was no Ranger, and she hadn't practiced in years. 'Halduron will be so disappointed in me.', she bit her lip disappointed as half of her arrows hit nearby trees. Arthas stopped his advancement momentarily to observe her, and laughed.

"Stick to your spells, little vixen. You really suck in this. Are you sure you're an Elf? Cause I've never seen an Elf wield a bow so bad before.", he taunted her. Iris dropped her bow and quiver to the ground, having used up all her arrows and wasted most of them. Gathering as much mana as she could, she formed a fire ball between her hands and threw it at the still laughing Death Knight. Arthas never saw it coming, it hit his midsection and expanded all around him incinerating every undead minion around him, in a hundred yards radius. Arthas dropped on the ground and rolled around screaming. He used his frost powers to put the fire out and healed his burns.

"HA! Now who's laughing, Arthas? You scream like a girl!", It was Iris's turn to taunt him. Arthas got back on his feet, his face and hair surprisingly unscathed, and glared at Iris. He raised Frostmourne and advanced towards her, but she teleported away to the other side of the battleground. She unsheathed her rune blades and jumped into the fray next to Rommath.

"Iris could you please stop disappearing on me? You are harder to keep track of than a three year old.", he complained.

"Rom, where's the king?", she asked the Battle Mage. Rommath stopped, lowered his rune blade and frowned. All the undead around them were destroyed, giving them a few moments to catch their breaths.

"By the Sunwell, Iris. I was so busy chasing you around the battleground, that I forgot to to check up on him. But not to worry though. He's the most powerful of us all. He doesn't need our protection, we need his.", he squeezed her shoulder. He moved closer to her and stroke her cheek with his finger. Iris raised an eyebrow at that. She was not used to Rommath being so bold around her. He looked down at her, and grinned. "This may be our last day on this world. I admit that I have many regrets. But there is something that I will never regret. That I fell hopelessly and desperately in love with you, and if I die with your sweet taste on my lips, I'll die a very happy man", he grabbed her by the waist, pulled her closer to him, and crushed his lips on hers, while the world was "ending" all around them. Iris was very surprised, she never realized the strong feelings that the young Mage harbored for her. His lips were soft and firm, his tongue traced her lower lip coaxing her to open her mouth, and she happily obliged. His kisses were gentle and passionate at the same time, she felt her knees buckle, and if it wasn't for his strong arms holding her in place, she would have collapsed. 'If I'm going to die today, I might as well die in the arms of a gorgeous man, who loves me!, she kissed him back with the same fervor. And for a few stolen moments, they allowed themselves to be consumed by their passion as the world burned around them.

"HEY, GET OFF MY WOMAN, YOU POINTED EAR SON OF BITCH!", Arthas roared from the other side of the battlefield, as he charged towards them on Invincible, Frostmourne raised. But suddenly, the undead steed tumbled and fell forward, as Anasterian cut off his front legs. Arthas flew in the air, and crushed on the ground several meters in front of the Sun King and the screaming horse.

"MY GRANDAUGHTER NEVER WAS AND NEVER WILL BE YOUR WOMAN, YOU SON OF A BITCH!", Anasterian swore for the first time in two thousand years, as he faced Arthas.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR HURTING MY HORSE, YOU SENILE OLD COOT!", Arthas roared at Anasterian and charged at him, forgetting all about Rommath kissing Iris, his fury radiating from his every pore. Anasterian was doomed from the very start, but he was too powerful to succumb to the fury of the fallen prince that easily. He gave as good as he got, Felo'Melorn meeting Frostmourne, blow by blow. Spells flew from each side, magic crackled in the air, Arthas' fury was met by Anasterian's three thousand years old experience. But the Sun King was very old, and soon he started to feel his many years weighing down on him, while Arthas was incapable of feeling such a discomfort anymore. He grinned maliciously at the king's growing fatigue and with a powerful swing, Frostmourne shattered Felo'Melorn into pieces having frozen it solid earlier. Anasterian gasped in shock, but before he could recover, Frostmourne was plunged into his chest, ripping his soul out and imprisoning within it. The Sun King was no more. He dropped to his knees and fell to his side, his once bright blue eyes staring out to nothing.

"ANNDAAA...!", Iris screamed as she run towards her fallen grandfather and former lover, incinerating every undead minion in her path, Rommath running not far behind her, taking out any Scourge fiend left standing from Iris' fury. By the time she reached them, her mana was depleted again, having lost her intellect and spirit generating circlet a while back. Not able to cast any spell for at least ten minutes, she unsheathed her rune blades and charged at Arthas. It was hard to tell whether Arthas was surprised or amused when Iris begun to duel him with a melee weapon. He knew that as a princess of the Sunstrider dynasty she had undergone basic weapon training, and they did spar while growing up, teaching her a few tricks himself, but he thought that she stopped practicing, when they broke up, and became as rusty with the blade, as she did with the bow. But Iris always favored melee over range weapons, and trained with her rune blades for at least an hour everyday with her uncle Kael, who as a Crown Prince, he was an excellent swordsman, his skill matching that of the most experienced Warriors and Paladins. Arthas was impressed, his little vixen was giving him a run for his money, he was proud that his lessons had not been in vain. 'She will serve me well in undeath, and in more ways than one.', he would have loved to duel her to exhaustion and have her collapse at his feet, ready for the taking, but time was running out for Kel'Thuzad.

"This is very impressive, little vixen, but either surrender to me now, and save what remains of your people, or watch as your entire civilization falls. You get to rule over them if you do. I always thought that you would make a better ruler than Kael.", he told his former lover.

"We will not allow you to defile the Sunwell, Arthas. We are all prepared to lay down our lives to preserve its pure essence.", she snarled, and continue to attack him. Arthas shrugged, flicked his hand, and froze Iris' blades just like he did with Felo'Melorn. A swift swing of Frostmourne shattered them both. Iris gasped, but before she was able to raise a shield to deflect Frostmourne as it was about to be plunged into her chest, two strong arms were wrapped around her waist, and everything turned white in a flash of light, as her surroundings changed to those of the inside of the Farstriders Enclave. Rommath, realizing the futility of their fight, he used every ounce of his mana to teleport all the surviving defenders out of Quel'Danas. The survival of their species, preceded whatever honor bound duty they had towards their forefather, Dath'Remar, and the Sunwell. The entire Enclave was brimming with activity. Hundreds of Rangers, Knights, and civilians were lying on make shift beds, as Priests tended to them, while Magi, were casting powerful concealment charms and shields over the compound. More where pouring in. Iris spotted Lor'themar being tended by Lady Liadrin. Halduron was standing behind him trying to hold him down as the Priestess was attempting to heal his destroyed eye. The Quel'Danas survivors informed everyone that the king has fallen, and the Sunwell is most likely destroyed by now. She motioned at Rommath to follow him, as she headed towards the new Ranger General to inform him of his promotion.

"Your Highness! Please accept our sincere condolences for the loss of our beloved king.", Halduron, bowed his head pushing Lor'themar's shoulders down, as he tried to stand up and bow at the princess. Liadrin turned around and bowed as well. Both the Ranger and the Princess offered their condolences as well. Iris raised her hand and stopped them.

"Please, there's no need for that. We are all in this together. And thank you for your condolences. How are you holding up, Lor?", she asked the Ranger, as she squeezed his hand. Lor'themar gave her a small saddened smile.

"The Ranger General, the love of my life and mother of my children has fallen. I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I just lost my eye, and don't even feel the pain, all that maters to me now is that I will never look at her beautiful face again, I'll never hear her sweet laugh, and I'll never feel her warm and loving touch again. I wish that it was me, who fell to Frostmourne, Iris. I wish that she was in the ship for Stormwind with our daughters, instead of rotting in Light knows where. But that was who she was, and that was what she did. She was Quel'Thalas' most loyal defender, fighting tooth and nail and dying to defend everything she held dear.", tears run down from Lor'themar's good eye, and Iris patted his hand, as Halduron squeezed his friend's shoulders, trying to comfort him as he tried really hard to hold his own tears back.

"I am truly sorry for your loss, Lor. Sylvanas was a great person and an exceptional Ranger, perhaps even greater than Alleria her self. I was there beside her, from the very start of this conflict, to the moment she fell to Frostmourne. She was amazing, her strategies, her fighting, her taunts towards Arthas. It was her fierce defense, that gave me the time to evacuate as many as our people as I could, your girls included. And she died proud and unyielding, she gave Arthas a run for his money, if it wasn't the undead that we were fighting, we would have won under her leadership. You should be proud of her, she brought honor to the Windrunner clan. And as much as it pains me to replace her, I must, for the survival of our species. You are now the new Ranger General of Quel'Thalas, my dear friend.", Iris wiped Lor'themar's tears with her handkerchief.

"I am honored, your Highness, thank you. I will do whatever I can to uphold her legacy. And I am extremely proud of her, thank you. How does it look, Lady Liadrin?", he addressed the brunette. The young Priestess blushed, she always held a torch for the Ranger, but was too timid to do anything about it before he got together with Sylvanas. She was quite a few years younger than Lor'themar and felt a bit intimidated by him.

"I'm afraid that you will never see from that eye again, Ranger General. The scarring was too deep and the Death Knight's blade was forged with "Death and Decay" runes. It destroyed forever everything it touched. No matter how much Holy magic I chanelled in it, the damage could not be reversed. The Light could not save it. You will need an eye patch as soon as the wound around it closes. I'm sorry.", she whispered as she bandaged the area.

"It's quite alright, my dear. It does not compare with the open wound I have where my heart once was. Thank you for your efforts, I really appreciate them. Go, have a look at the others, they need you more than I do.", he gave her a sad smile and squeezed her shoulder. The Priestess blushed again, bowed her head at Iris, and went to the next patient.

"So what are your orders, your Highness?", Lor'themar stood up and straightened him self up, assuming his new role.

"How many Rangers do you have left, Lor? And quit this whole "Your Highness" crap. You are not talking to my uncle right now.", Iris huffed.

"Very well, Iris. Around one hundred and sixty seven able bodied Rangers remain. Halduron included.

"Send some scouts to spy on the Scourge's movements. I am certain that Arthas has already resurrected Kel'Thuzad. What remains to know is whether he'll choose to remain in Quel'Thalas or continue to defile other places. The scouts should monitor their movements. If they move towards out position, we'll head to the eastern docks. I know they are small private ones, but they will do. Tyr's hand is the closest safe harbor, and from there we can head for Dalaran via the Hinterlands. Dealing with Forrest Trolls should be easier after fighting the Scourge.", Iris watched as Lor'themar started barking orders. She walked around the Enclave and offered her condolences and support to the wounded. She checked on the rations and water, and had them evenly distributed amongst everyone. Two days passed with no sign of the scouts. Iris was worried. On the eve of the third day, they started to return. The reports were the same. The greater bulk of the Scourge has left. Those remaining were either in a Scourge "city" named Deatholme, the western part of the Southern Quel'Thalas and all along the Dead Scar. It was more than Iris had hoped for. She decided that they should all return to Silvermoon City and set camp there. The scouts informed her that Falconwing square and Dawning Lane was left intact, and so was Sunstrider island. The running water east of the lane and on the island had remained pure, since it was out of the way of the Scourge and so did the food and grain. She ordered more Rangers to search for survivors and send them to the new camp. By the time they had set their new camp, Kael'Thas arrived. Iris run to him and threw her self in his arms, crying.

"Is there nothing left. little one? Did he destroy everything? And where is the king, and Sylvanas for that matter?", he only saw Lor'themar and Lord Sanguinar. All the other high ranking officers were missing.

"They are all dead, uncle Kael. Arthas killed them all. I am not sure about what happened to the rest of them, but I watched as Arthas slew Sylvanas and raised her as a Banshee. The king fought valiantly at the Sunwell, but Arthas not only killed him, but also stole his soul. And I am certain that the Sunwell has been defiled when he resurrected Kel'Thuzad in it.", she whispered as he wiped her tears from her face.

"I need to go to Quel'Danas to retrieve his body and inspect the damage. I'll be back within the hour, sweetheart. Rommath, you're with me, take me to my father's body.", Kael put his hand on his apprentice's shoulder and the young Mage teleported them to the southern tip of the island. An hour later, they returned with a conjured stretcher between them, carrying the decomposing body of the fallen Sun King.

"The undead and the scavengers had ripped our beloved king apart, Iris. Your uncle incinerated those around him and we retrieved all his body parts. I also found this.", Rommath removed her circlet from the large pocket of his cloak and placed it in Iris' hands. "I purified it first.".

"Thank you, Rommath", Iris gave him a sad smile and followed the funeral procession holding his hand. Kael was walking next to her and gave them a curious look. Then he leaned over to Iris and whispered in her ear.

"I approve of him, little one", he gave her a small smile.

The funeral was a very emotional ordeal for all of them. The people had not only lost their king but the very pillar of their civilization. He was always their king, no one alive could even remember the day when he wasn't. He ruled Quel'Thalas for over two and half thousand years. An eternity! Arthas did not just destroy their home. He destroyed an entire era. Iris lost her beloved grandfather, her second father after Kael, the one who spoiled her even more than her uncle did. But Kael was the most devastated of all of them. He felt that not only he had let his father down when he was absent from the destruction of their home, but his people suffered as well while he remained safe in Dalaran. He vowed to him self that he was going to make things better for his people, and put the crown on his head, as his subjects hailed and bowed before the new Sun King.


Iris was with her uncle in Quel'Thalas trying to restore the path of destruction Arthas left behind him a week earlier, when Dalaran was destroyed. Iris was devastated when she heard about what happened there. She did not know whether Ilsa had managed to take Fryne out the city before it was destroyed. She collapsed to the floor and started screaming. Kael did not know how to console her. Mad with grief she told him what really happened seven years ago. He was shocked and disgusted with the web of lies his niece, his beloved, and their best friend spun. He not only had a great niece, sired by the very man who killed his father and destroyed his kingdom, but also a daughter he has never met. He wanted to scream at Iris, but could not. She was already in a state of hysteria at the thought that her daughter may be dead. And he loved that little girl almost as much as he loved his niece. So he teleported straight at the ruins of Dalaran. He found their manor almost completely destroyed. What was left of Dalaran, was infested with demons and Scourge. He came across some survivors who informed him that there are refugee camps at Ambermill, Pyrewood village and Fenris Island. He felt desperation, when he found no Elves in Fenris island and Ambermill. Hoping against hope, he teleported to Pyrewood village. All the Elves were there. He searched through the camp and he finally saw them. A bruised and disheveled Ilsa was holding a sleeping Fryne in her arms. And next to her, Jaina was tending her wounds. He run to them, hugged Ilsa and the sleeping girl, and glared at Jaina, who took a fearful step back.

"Why did you not ask a Mage to teleport you home or at least send a message, Ilsa? Iris is sick with worry. She had to be sedated, when she heard that Dalaran was destroyed and Fryne was probably dead.", he told Ilsa.

"Forgive me, milord, the first thing I did when I run out of Dalaran with Fryne, was to look for a Mage. But Grand Marshal Garithos forbade them from helping me. He said that he will not spare any resources for non humans. If I wanted to return to Quel'Thalas with my brat, then I would have to walk there.", Kael's pursed his lips at that.

"So that inbred bigot prevented you from coming home. I knew that I should have burned him into a crisp back then. I shall deal with him, as soon as I bring you two home". He created a portal, and grabbed Jaina by her arm.

"And you are coming with me too, missy!", he growled, and walked through the portal, behind Ilsa and Fryne before Jaina could even protest.

"FRYNE...!", Iris screamed and pulled her daughter in her arms crying. Kael smiled at the both of them and continued towards his study, dragging Jaina along.

"You may go home and rest, Ilsa, you are dismissed from duty for the next two weeks", he yelled over his shoulder.

"Thank you, Milord", she yelled back and left with her children for her home, at Fairbreeze village.

As soon as Kael and Jaina walked into his study, he released her. He looked at her up and down and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Do you have something to tell me, Jaina?", he growled. Jaina felt weak on her knees. 'He knows, Light help me, he knows. What am I going to do now?'

"So Iris told you.", she whispered. Kael nodded, still glaring at her.

"Looks like you girls have been very busy, having children, and hiding them from their real fathers", he growled at her again. Jaina gulped.

"You have to understand, Kael, that we were all in a very desperate situation. Calia needed to hide from Prestor that Daphne was Halduron's daughter, and I needed to conceal the fact that I was pregnant since I was unwed. My father and brothers would have disowned me and I would have probably have lost my apprenticeship with Antonidas. I did not realize that Lilly was yours until she was born. I could not tell anyone about her. If Arthas had found out that I had cheated on him, he would have challenged you to a duel and you would have killed each other. And I did not even know that Iris had a daughter with..."

"Arthas...", Kael interrupted her. Jaina's jaw dropped.

"Arthas...and Iris?", she whispered, "but how? And when", she collapsed to a chair behind her.

"You know very well the how, Jaina. You are a mother your self, I don't need to explain to you the process. As for the when, judging by the age of the two children, around the time you gave birth to Lilly." Kael smirked.

"They got together after Arthas broke up with me. Was she the reason? Where they involved before he ended our relationship? So it wasn't just the Paladin, he was with Iris as well", she placed her her head in her hands. Kael rolled his eyes.

"I don't believe it, you hid my daughter from me, for six years, your old boyfriend, destroyed everything in his path from up here, all the way down to Dalaran, and your only concern is that he had a daughter with my niece? What is wrong with you, woman? The very man that you put so much faith into has taken everything we have ever loved from us." he hissed at her. He wanted to roar at her, bang his fists on his desk, find Arthas and rip him into pieces, but he did not want everyone else in his palace to hear about all this, so he kept his voice low. "You chose him, over me, and all he ever gave you was heart ache and grief. Look at how many lives he destroyed!", Jaina's lips trembled, and started to cry. Kael's face softened. He run his hands through her long blonde locks.

"There's no need for that, Jaina. Stop crying, I hate that I had to speak harshly to you, but my entire world was turned upside down this past week by the man you love. And then I discovered that I have a daughter with you. And a great niece, sired by the man who stole you from me and destroyed everything. That could drive any man mad. I'm sorry, I will never speak to you like that again to you. How could I? I hate to make the woman I love, cry.", Jaina shook her head.

"No Kael, you got it all wrong. I don't love Arthas anymore, I haven't for a very long time. I came back to the Eastern Kingdoms for two reason. To get my daughter back, and then come find you. It took me years to realize it, but I know now. It's you, it has been you for a very long time. I know that you have no reason to accept me anymore, not after what Arthas did to you and your kingdom, and me denying you, all those years ago. But I wanted to at least try and explain my feelings to you..." Jaina was not able to finish her sentence, as Kael had pulled her off her seat and into his arms, and crushed his lips at hers. Jaina wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same fervor. He lifted her off the ground and laid her on the couch, at the other side of the study. Hours later there was a lot of commotion at the Sunfury Spire. Kael and Jaina dressed up quickly and run to the throne room.

"What's going on now?", Kael asked with an exasperated look on his face.

"More ill news, my liege, Alterac was destroyed by the Scourge and the Ogres. And what was left of it, was destroyed by the Yetis. Halduron grabbed his gear and Rommath created a portal there. They left along with Lanathel before I was able to stop them", Lorethemar informed the King of Quel'Thalas. Jaina fainted in Kael's arms. The Elven King blanched at the news. His own daughter, who he has never met may be dead now. He shook his head, and tried to speak calmly.

"That's alright, Lorthemar, let him go, he has plenty of good reasons to be there. As a mater of fact, we should give him a hand. Form a party of Rangers, Knights, Priests and Magi. Our top priority is to locate Queen Calia and her children, and evacuate any survivors to wherever they need to go. I will lead the party, along with Lady Proudmore". He motioned to Liadrin to come and revive Jaina. Iris approached her uncle, holding her daughter in her arms.

"I'm coming with you, uncle Kael. I'll help you find yours and Jaina's daughter. It's the least I can do.", Kael nodded and smiled at his two nieces.

"Thank you sweetheart, I will need all the help I can help.", he whispered and stroke Iris' and Fryne's cheeks.

"Are you going to save more people, your Majesty?", Fryne asked Kael with eyes as wide as saucers. Though the little girl had been through a great deal these past few days, she appeared to be holding her self together. She even took the news that Iris was her real mother quite well.

"I sure am honey, I will bring them home and you will all be finally safe. And call me uncle Kael, you are a princess now.". He turned to Jaina, who had finally recovered from her faint spell.

"I need you to keep it together a while longer, my love. We are going to find our daughter now", he informed her, as he stroke her cheek. Jaina nodded her head and straightened up. Within an hour, a large party of rescuers gathered at the court of the Sun. Kael formed a portal, and they all stepped out at the outskirts of the Alterac Capital. The whole place was swarmed with Ogres.

"Rangers, Knights, attack!", the Sun King roared, as he shot waves of lava and bolts of fire at the Ogres. Jaina followed suit, casting frost bolts at them, followed by her two water elementals. They made their way to the palace, and turned the Ogres that were guarding it into sheep. They maimed their way to the throne room and found the leader. Kael did not kill him, he needed to know the fate of the royal family. He quickly subdued the Sorcerer chieftain and magically hanged him up and down.

"I have no time for pleasantries, you ugly piece of filth. Tell me where the royal family is, or I will slowly roast you limb by limb.", he snarled at the Ogre and shot a fire bolt at his hand.

"Aaaaarghhh...me dunno where puny humies is. No humies here, when we come here. Humies run to caves. Me busy, me no want to hunt dem.", the Ogre wailed.

"Caves, what caves, you big lump, there are thousand of caves in this damned mountain.", Kael growled. The Ogre screamed when he burned his other hand.

"South, south, humies run south to hide from dead humies and da white man in black, wit big scary sword. We no want kill humies, we want deir gold and pretty rocks", the Ogre cried. Kael rolled his eyes.

"Gold and gems, they came to loot what was left after the Scourge passed through here. And the humans run south, probably to Tarren Mill to get away from Arthas. Damn that brat, even his own sister is not safe from him. And where do the Yetis fit in in all this mess?", he wondered out loud.

"De winter was very bad. Da Yetis are very hungry. Dey even eat us.", the Ogre said. Kael let the Ogre drop on the floor and informed him that he had two minuted to get his people and run, before he set them all in fire. They were all gone in thirty seconds.

"Never seen ogres run that fast before.", Iris whispered at Liadrin and they both snorted.

"Alright people, we set camp here, and we form search parties. Magi cast location spells throughout the entire area. Find every Human left alive in Alterac. If your location spells spot two half Elven little girls, alert me immediately. It would mean that you have found the royal family.", they all looked confused. Kael sighed.

"Well I might as well tell you all, you're bound to find out sooner or later. Queen Callia's twins are half Elven. And they are not twins at all. One is the Queen's and Halduron's daughter, while the other one is mine and Lady Proudmore's. Everyone gasped, and Iris face palmed. 'Great, the cat is out of the bag now and everyone in Quel'Thalas is going to gossip about it. The three half Human bastard daughters of the royal families of the Northern Kingdoms. All we need now, is Tess Greymane having a child out of wedlock with Tandred Proudmoore, and Liam eloping with Admiral Proudmoore's Half Elven love child.', she shook her head and followed her uncle out of the palace.

The search parties discovered many survivors hiding in the nearby caves, but none had seen the royal family. They were all treated and sent to Theramore via portals to resettle. Kael, Jaina and Iris, along with two more Knights, Rangers and Priests, one being Liadrin, rode towards Tarren Mill, searching the surrounding area on their way there. They run into Halduron, Lanathel and Rommath who were tracking the trail of a large group of Humans that had passed through there a few days earlier. A day later, they reached Tarren Mill. The locals were surprised to see so many Elves, this far south of Quel'Thalas, but welcomed them anyways. As soon as they approached the Town Hall, a tall woman with long red hair walked out. Four children followed her.

"CALIA!". Halduron roared, jumped off his horse and run to his beloved. He pulled her to his arms and crushed his lips on hers. She wrapped her hands around him and kissed him back.

"Oh Hal!", she whispered, as she sobbed in his arms. He kissed the top of her head, and tried to sooth her. Kael, Jaina and Iris approached them. Kael looked at the blond little girl. He gave Jaina a questioning look. She smiled and nodded. They both approached the four siblings.

"Aunt Jaina, Aunt Iris!", the children cried out and run to hug the two Sorceresses as soon as they saw them. They hugged them back and listened to them as they recounted what they experienced the past week. Calia and Halduron had finally dislodged from each other, and approached the group. Calia explained the situation to her children and waved her hand over Daphne's and Lilly's faces, revealing their Elven features. Jaina and Iris conjured mirrors for the two girls and held them in front of them when the enchantment dropped. All four children gasped, and then started asking millions of questions. Daphne met her real father, and Lilly her real parents. They were very surprised, but were not angry or resentful about it. They were never close to their father. He always favored the boys from the moment they were born and practically ignored the two girls, much to Callia's disappointment. In fact she was ready to abandon Preston and follow Halduron to Quel'Thalas, the moment he informed them that Arthas slew their father and destroyed Lordaeron. But she was duty and honor bound to look after her people. Prestor perished, shortly after that. Or so his generals told her. They never recovered his body, but did witness a gigantic black dragon flying out of the deep precipice the ruler of Alterac was kicked in by Arthas while they fought. Calia asked her people whether they wanted to resettle to Theramore. Most agreed, while others chose to move to Stormwind. So she, Kael, Jaina, Iris and Rommath created portals to the two cities, and the refugees walked through. The rest of the party returned to Quel'Thalas. They materialized at the Magus chamber.

"Come Jaina, we need to heal this land and your extraordinary talents will be greatly appreciated here", Kael took Jaina's hand, and walked out of the spire to help his people.