The sun hung high shining upon the dense Stranglethorn Vale. It was a hot and humid day, but it seemed like the best day in the world for the vacationing group of people gathered on one of the many beaches.

"Mom! Mom! Has it been fifteen minutes yet?" The young boy shouted to his mother who was sunbathing in the warm sand.

"Jace, only five minutes has passed!"

"I promise that pie is not going to be a problem if I go swimming!" Jace pleaded.

His mother, Ella Lightstorm, sat up and gave him a playful glare. "If you get a stomach ache, you better not come crying to me."

With a squeal of excitement, Jace leapt into the salty water.

"Hey mon' watch out for de murlocs!" Zarak'hi the troll called out, causing the boy to cautiously inspect the water around him.

"Ah dis sun be feelin' good." Tyrisa said as she stretched with her head rested on Zarak'hi's lap.

"A definite well-needed vacation." Ella sighed to her friends.

A month had passed since the encounter with her deceased husband. Her son Jace learned how to make a portal to the past in order to change the future, but Ella did not give in to the easy route. If she had taken the portal, she would've lost everything she had worked so hard to achieve and she would've lost her closest friend. So she simply told Jace to cancel the portal.

"You know, now that I have no reason to practice time magic, I won't be the same twenty-five year old you met before." Jace had told her.

"I don't mind," Ella replied, "I'll love you if you're a time mage or not."

As they hugged, Jace joked, "I could be a polymorph expert."

They laughed as they heard more laughter coming from the trolls. From the looks of it, Tyrisa finally confessed and Zarak'hi welcomed it with open arms. Tyrisa was so happy that she was laughing aloud. Jace and Ella joined them and Ella was able to introduce her son to them.

"Nice ta finally meetcha Jace." Zarak'hi shook his hand as he greeted him.

"Ya, mon' you must be a wicked little mage ta be able ta defeat dat warlock at yo' age." Tyrisa had said to him with a proud pat on the shoulder.

"I think we all need a real vacation after this." Ella told them with a heavy sigh.

"I could agree to dat." Zarak'hi said as Tyrisa and Jace both expressed their agreement with wide grins.

They were all happy, yet unbeknownst to them, they had passed by a hefty mistake. They had each forgotten about an easily forgettable warlock skill: Soulstone.

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Shattrath City was a busy, bustling place. Being within its walls was very uncomforting to Kieran, the Forsaken warlock. He spent most of his time within the World's End tavern, drinking and reflecting about recent events that occurred in his afterlife.

One dusky evening Kieran was recalling the fortunate feeling he felt as he was able to use his soulstone to resurrect him once everyone had left the area. Kieran was controlled by his emotion and rage and it got him killed. He wasn't sure what do with himself now. He thought about finding Ella and Jace again, but he didn't know what he would do if he saw them again. Though he considered himself a lone, cruel Forsaken, a part of him was still humane and he realized he put Ella through hell. He was still deciding if it was all a bad move.

His deep thought was interrupted by a small form approaching his table. It was a child orc. "Heya mister." The boy said. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."

"I'm undead, how am I supposed to look?" Kieran grumbled.

The boy laughed. "I mean you look sad or something."

"Perhaps I am."

The orc looked at him curiously. "Do you have children?"

The warlock answered with a "Tch" and thought 'intuitive little runt'. Then he continued softly, "Yes, a son."

"What's he like?"

Kieran paused for a moment. "He's the greatest mage I ever met."

The End