Three years later in Stormwind…
Varian stared at his castle as it felt like an eternity since he was home since he saw his family, his son Anduin, and his sweet little Grandchildren, Lo'Gosh and Andrassil.
He longed to be with his family as the years of searching for Garrosh make his heart yearn for home. But thankfully the chase ended, but with a darker force on its way. He would at least have a small window of time to spend with his love ones.
The Fanfares played as he spots his son and grandsons waiting for him next to an empty throne, kept clean and warm for him.
"Grampa!" Lo'Gosh and Andrassil squealed as they rushed by the flight of wing to their grandfather, the High King and hugged him.
"My, it seems my little warriors are learning to fly and by the use of one wing each, quite a feat to master." Varian chuckled at his goofy grandchildren.
"That's not all they've been up to. Go on, my little Sunshines, show your grandpa what your teachers have taught you." Anduin encouraged his sons who nodded at their mother simultaneously.
"Yes, Min'da." They squeaked as Andrassil went first.
Like his uncle showed him and trained him in the arts of the Druid. He tapped into the power within himself and thought of an animal to take the form of, the most fitting for a Wrynn, a luminescent lion, but due to his age inexperience in Druid magic, he could only be a lion cub.
His Grandfather showed pride in his eyes as he congratulated the boy with applause to the clever boy.
"Nicely done, Andy! Looks like someone will be a gifted druid in his future." Varian announced as the skittish boy blushed at the praise he was given.
Andrassil was the type who did not wish to be rewarded, just do the right thing because it's right, like his father.
"Thank you, Grampa," Andrassil whispered, transforming back, then he bows to him.
"It seems he inherited your shy and gentle nature, as well as intelligence and inquisitiveness side." The King pointed out as he ruffled the child's hair.
"T'at nothin'! Watch me!" Boom the young Prince Lo'Gosh as he was eager to show everyone what he can do.
"Now, Lo'Gosh, please be careful. Don't overexert yourself." Anduin pleaded, being the overprotective parent, he was.
"I'm sup'a tough, like Grampa!" Lo'Gosh boasted as he used Arcane magic, creating a massive fireball up into the air then freezing it with an ice beam and carving the frozen fire with Arcane to make a statue of a permafrost lion.
"Incredible…" Varian spoke as he stunned by his Grandson's talent, who suddenly collapsed and was caught by his brother.
"Lo'Gosh, what have I told you about overdoing your spells? It'll stunt your growth!" Anduin gasped as he rushed to aid his son.
"Sorry, Min'da." Lo'Gosh apologized as Anduin began to heal him with his light, "Wanna show Grampa how strong I am."
"Well, be more careful. I know you're excited to see Grandpa, but you shouldn't kill yourself over it." Anduin fretted over as his son was slowly getting his second wind.
But the crown prince would not hear of it as he decided to pick him up.
"No, Min'da! Down, down!" The half-elf shouted and huffed.
"Well, maybe next time you don't overexert yourself with your magic. Besides, I like carrying you and your brother. You won't stay small forever and I wish to do it as much as I can." Anduin smiled as he felt a tug on his pants.
He looked down to see his son Andrassil, wanting to be held as well. The human prince chuckled at his half night elf's son's want and grabbed a hold of him with his other arm.
"Seem to be a handful, aren't they?" Varian laughed as he took his seat on the throne.
"Yes, but they are my little angels." Anduin smiled as Varian told his son of what had happened on that other plane of reality.
Though the call of battle will bring the Alliance to battle again, no matter if it be Horde, Dragon or Demon, the High King will answer the call. For his family.