Gul'dan's Lair days later…

As the Warlock Orc reached this strange new reality, the first thing he did was make contact with his lord and master, Kil'jaeden.

The with orc peered into the looking glass made of magic as it swirled and circled. Soon the image of the Demon God appeared, burning and deadly as ever. His faithful servant bowed to the fearsome power of the Demon.

"Lord Kil'jaeden, I have arrived at the alternate reality. We will begin the invasion on your command." The Orc reported to the smirking demon.

"Before you do, my faithful servant, there is another matter of great importance for our conquest of Azeroth." Kil'jaeden spoke coldly as the image of himself swirled and was altered to the surveillance of the Wrynn Family, particularly Anduin and his sons.

The crown prince was laughing as their sons were playing Kings Vs. Scourge, which one of the knights pretending to be a death knight in favor of the Prince. The Blond Prince giggled as the High King chuckled too at the sight of the knight pretending to be dead, defeated by the twins.

"My lord, who are these people? Are they your enemies?" Gul'dan's wondered as he noticed something unusual with the children.

"The Eldest one, the High King Varian Wrynn is, but his son Anduin Lane Wrynn, and his grandchildren Lo'Gosh Teldrassil Wrynn, and Andrassil Varian Wrynn are not to be slain. You see, it seems that Illidan's magic, the magic and himself that rightfully belongs to me, created them. So, the Grandchildren and that Bearer belong to me as well."

"What do you wish for me to do with them?" The foul Gul'dan asked as he bowed to his demonic master.

"Nothing, the Demonic Lords will see them all brought to me. I planned to transform the twins of Illidan into my personal servants as their father once was. As for the Prince, well… the boy is more than capable of bearing powerful Demigods. He will take his rightful place as my bride." Kil'jaeden explained, returning to his visage as he showed the image of Anduin and altered it into him wearing a Shadowreaper's attire, almost looked like a wedding gown.

"He will be a fetching soul, a Shadow Priest worthy of being your bride." Gul'dan proclaimed as the demon he served smirked at the thought.

"First, you must kill the High King and begin your assault on Broken Shore. Once the king is dead, his family will be ours for the taking." Kil'jaeden proclaimed menacingly.

In Stormwind…

Darion gasped from the nightmare!

He clasped his forehead as he was drenched in sweat.

Did he fall asleep? Impossible! The undead man had not slept since the moment he died and was resurrected as this nightmare. He also didn't remember falling asleep. Was it more than just a dream?

Then his head started to ache as he felt his presence.

"Check on them!"

The Lich King…

Then that mean…?

Darion did not waste time as he charged down the hallways and to the prince's door. He quietly opened the door to see that the prince was still there with his children, snuggled beside him. It became a ritual for Anduin to read the children's stories in his bed as all three of them snuggled up to one another. It was cute.

The Death Knight needed to be certain that there was no danger as he looked around his room without waking the royal family.

"Watch for them. They know of them. They want their power and their souls. They will come for them. Protect my family."

"Yes, Lich King," Darion whispered as he felt a presence behind him.

He turned around to see the stern face of the High King. The King silently instructed him to meet in his study to talk.

Darion did just that as he did not want to anger the father.

In the Study…

The King was pacing in front of the Death Knight who entered his son's room as he looked irritated, like a wolf ready to sink its teeth into prey.

"Do you wish to explain to me why you were in my son's room while he and my grandchildren slept peacefully?" Varian demanded as his Lo'Gosh was showing.

"I needed to be sure. I thought they were in danger." Darion explained with truth in his voice.

As long as he spoke with truth and showed no fear, the King will not have reason to attack. At least, Darion hoped so. He heard stories of the High King's legendary battle tactics and strength.

"What Danger?" Varian Questioned as it sparked an interest.

If there was something going to harm his son and Grandsons, he needed to know.

Darion explained the dream he dad or rather a vision. He saw Gul'dan and his demonic master, plotting to take Broken Shore, kill the King and steal away Prince Anduin and his sons. Varian gripped his sword tightly.

How dare they?

His grandchildren slaves and his son a Broodmare to that-that thing?

God or not, no one dares uses his family in such away! No one!

"Thank you for telling me, you may go." Varian dismissed as the undead warrior bowed to the living king and left him alone with his thoughts.

"Kil'jaeden, I hope you can hear me from your palace. Know this, you foul demon, you have made an enemy you wish you hadn't invoked. For threatening my family, you have forfeited your existence. Even if I were to fall, my son and grandchildren have so many loved ones, so many powerful family members that they would be more than happy to wipe out your demented life. So, get ready, you Bastard. We are coming for you." Varian spoke, hoping the demon heard every word he said.

Then, as if something whispered in his ear, "I welcome the challenge. It will be all the sweeter."

Varian turned around to see himself alone.

He knew who it was.

The Gauntlet was thrown, for the sake of Azeroth and his family.

In Anduin's Dreams…

Anduin was holding hands with the mystery man as he finally figured out who it was.

When they reached the top of the temple, to see the beautiful moon in its fullness, the man pulled down his hood to reveal the face of Illidan.

"I knew it."

"You have."

"But there is something else I must know, Illidan. Why, why choose me? Why seal your magic for something like this?" Anduin questioned as Illidan wrapped his wings around him.

Over time, the Demigod grew attached to the human prince and fell in love with him, as he did with Tyrande, but only it was different.

"Anduin, my magic was never meant to converge in such away. Before my death, I flung the remaining power of my soul away so my followers could find it and restore me. But your light, your magic had other plans. It created the most beautiful things that I have ever seen."

"So, you never intended the magic to impregnate anyone?"

"No, just like I never intended to fall in love with anyone but Tyrande."

Anduin then looked out the scenery as he was unsure of these emotions.

Can he truly love someone who once served a demon and also no longer a part of Azeroth as a living person?

He really wanted to as he created a bond with him, but should it be so?

The wind blew gently as Illidan kept him warn.

"They are coming."

"Who?" Anduin wondered as he looked up.

"My former masters. They will come for you and our sons. You must be strong and ready for the fight." Illidan warned as the image of Kil'jaeden appeared before them.

The nightmarish being set fire to everything around them as Anduin was held close. But the prince was not afraid.

"I'll be ready."

"And I will help you."

In the waking world…

Anduin awoke from his dreams as he saw his sons were still sleeping.

The prince took a deep breath and touched his chest where his heart was.

"I will be ready to protect my sons and Azeroth," Anduin vowed as he knew war was to come.