The next week in the Infirmary…

Much has happened since Anduin Wrynn went into labor.

Garrosh's escaped with the help of Wrathion and no one knows where they are. Many were injured but no one was permanently harmed or killed. The Alliance and Horde are working tirelessly to find out where they are and what they are planning.

But even though Varian's greatest enemy has escaped justice, this was one of the happiest moments of his life for he was finally a grandfather. Anduin's children slept peacefully as their bassinet was close to his son's bed.

It was a pair of boy twins, young princes of the Wrynn family. Their appearances were that of half-elves, but instead of both being night elves, only one of them showed that, the other had Anduin's skin tone as well as hair and appeared to be not a Blood Elf, no more like a High Elf, a High Elf free from the addiction of magic for he had his own. The twins also had glowing heterochromia eyes that paralleled each other, one golden and one ocean blue.

Not the unusual about these twins.

Another thing was that they both had one wing but on different sides that parallels the twins. They were feathery, angel-like cherub wings as it added to their cuteness, the Night Elf was pure white, and the High Elf was pure black. They were like angels from above, though no one would ever doubt it from being Anduin's children. Varian wondered why they have one wing each to Velen and the prophet theorized that it was a sign of powerful magic and a sign of a demigod.

King Varian smiled at his nameless grandchildren as they made cute noises in their crib. He wanted Anduin to be the ones to name them once they woke up. Until Anduin was strong enough to take care of his sons, Tyrande and Malfurion would be tending to the needs of the children as Tyrande can provide magical breastmilk and Malfurion could teach Varian on certain needs the children would require.

Varian soon felt his son's fingers twitched as his eyes slowly opened.

"Anduin." Varian smiled as he hugged his son, who was finally awake.

"F-father? What-? My babies, where are they?" Anduin gasped as he looked for his sons.

"They're right here like I promised." The king assured as he showed him the babies.

Anduin chuckled as he wept tears of joy at the sight of his sons. His little angels, they were safe like the visitor in his dreams said they were.

Then his happy moment ended when he remembered what happened.

"Wrathion!" Anduin gasped, "Father, you need to stop him! He-!"

"Anduin, I know. It already happened. He freed Garrosh." Varian sighed as he placed a hand on his son's hand.

"And he used me and my children." Anduin groaned with self-hate of this disaster.

"What?"

"Wrathion induced the labor as a distraction."

"HE DID WHAT?!" Varian boomed as he accidentally woke up the babies and made them cry.

"Oh, sorry, sorry. Grandpa didn't mean to wake up his little warriors. Shh… Shh…" Varian apologized but the babies were too fussy to listen.

By instinct, Anduin grabbed both of his sons with tender love and the two slowly stopped crying when they listened to their father's heart. Varian sighed in relief as his grandsons were finally calm and relaxed.

"Alright, now that these two are a lot calmer, tell me what happened." Varian requested, trying to keep his temper under control.

Anduin explained everything to his father and with every sentence he heard, the High King was fueled by rage over the Black Dragon. How dare he use his family as pawns in his game? Not only that, he nearly put them all in danger. Anduin and his children could have died for that spell he placed over his son.

"If I ever see that dragon again, I'll skin him alive and have a nice pair of boots," Varian swore under his breath as he noticed one of his grandsons reaching out to him.

Varian chuckled and allowed the baby's tiny fingers to barely wrap around his giant one.

"I'm just happy my sons are okay. Um, Father, why do they have wings?" Prince Anduin wondered as he spotted the tiny wings of his sons.

"Not quite sure, Velen believes that this is just a sign of them being Demigods and a physical form of their magic," Varian answered as the members of the Alliance came in.

They greeted the prince and congratulated him on a successful cesarean. Many adored the twins and see a big future ahead of them. Then Velen came to the prince with a report on his and his children's health.

"Your sons are perfectly healthy and though you gave us a scare, you emerge beautifully. I advise that you and your sons stay here for a few weeks. It will give you time to heal from your stitches and asthenia. But once you do return home, stay in a wheelchair for a few weeks and no heavy lifting or manual labor. I will also arrange medicine for pain." Velen explained as Anduin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Prophet Velen." Anduin expressed his gratitude to his tutor.

"No need, you and your children's health are all I require for gratitude," Velen assured.

"Speaking of the next Generations of Wrynn, what will you name your sons?" Genn wondered as he looked to the younglings.

Anduin then asked for his father to hold his sons as he pulled out a notebook of names to pick when his children were born. It took a lot of thought and ideas, but the prince was able to pick two boy names.

"I thought of two names for my son during my pregnancy. There were two names that I have chosen." Anduin began as he pointed to the Night Elf-looking son.

"The one with dark purple hair and a white angel wing will be named Andrassil Varian Wrynn or Andy for short," Anduin answered then turned to his other twin, "And the one with pale skin will be Lo'Gosh Teldrassil Wrynn. They are the most perfect princes of all of Azeroth."

"Why choose the name of our trees?" Tyrande as she cooed at the cute infants.

"I wanted my sons to have knowledge of their cultures. But those two precise names… I do not know; it came from a dream…" Anduin spoke as he seemed to be in a daze somewhat.

He snapped out of it when he heard Lo'Gosh giggle at his grandpa. Anduin chuckled two as he gave a kiss to his sons.

It made Malfurion wonder if Anduin chose the names or if the father played a role.