Prince Anduin's Room in Stormwind After the Departure of Bolvar...

Much has happened for the young prince in a few short weeks.

First, he had spent time alone as a King while he was abused by the Black Dragon in disguised, Prestor. He suffered greatly but then the joy came into his life when his father came back, well not completely. He knew something was wrong, he could feel it.

Anduin was right too.

His father was divided into two, Lo'Gosh and King Varian, separated and manipulated. When she was discovered, Prestor revealed her true nature, her real name was Onyxia. Desperate from enslaving their bloodline and keeping their kingdom, she kidnapped him. He would have been dead if he had not escaped, and his father saved him. Thankfully, the magic she used restored his father into one and killed the beast.

Then they went to the meeting with Thrall then Garona Halforcen and ruined it.

They also had to say goodbye to Bolvar and he never saw him again.

It was all so much and of late, he began to feel changes within himself. It started with aches in his back, then he grew tired and barely ate. He grew paler and paler over time as he fainted multiple times.

Varian took notice of it and had the healer look over his son. He feared that it was the Scourge and held his son close.

"The prince seems to have the flu; he should be fine with some tea and some rest, and he should be good as new." The Healer explained as Varian was not sure, "If he gets any worse, please inform me right away."

Varian carried him all the way to his bed as he refused to leave his ill son alone, not even for a moment. Anduin drifted off to sleep and over time, so did the king. Prince Anduin moaned as he twitched and turned in his bed as the dreams were distorted and vivid.


In the Emerald Dreams of Prince Wrynn…

Falling...

Falling...

Falling down...

He kept falling down!

Mirrors, mirrors were everywhere, one side he can see clearly, the other side were nothing but cracked not shattered reflection. The world was one he has never seen, with clouds of winged people, giant butterflies, scary beings of shrouds, entities of the mist of red then the most terrifying of all...!

Then Anduin felt great pain on his back as geysers of white and black spewed out, causing him to scream!


In the Waking world…

King Varian jolted upwards to the sounds of his only son's screams!

No, they were not screams but howls of agony! He jumped to his son's bedside and rushed to him!

"Anduin! Anduin! Andy, what's wrong?" Varian pleaded for answers as his son was in terrible pain then the king turned to the knight, "Get the healer, now!"

"Yes, your Highness!" He saluted then left the room in a hurry!

"Dad, my back hurts, hurts so bad!" Anduin bellowed while his father flipped him on his stomach and ripped off his pajama top!

Varian was petrified by what he saw!

Two large lumps sticking out of his son's back, they looked unnatural and seemed to twitch under the skin. He didn't even hear the healer come in.

"Your highness, I came as soon as I- what in the name in the light is that?!" The Healer gasped as he rushed to the boy's side!

"Shouldn't you know? What is the name of the Light is going on with my son?" Varian questioned in rage as his son kept wailing in pain.

"I-I don't know! I have never seen anything like it!" The priest admitted in fear as the knight was taking a step back.

"I think it's getting bigger!"

They all turned to the prince's squirming swelling, and he was right, it was getting bigger! There was so much screaming around Prince Anduin as the pain grows with the swelling!

It grew and grew and grew.

until...

POP!

Blood and flesh spilled everywhere, from the floors, ceiling, walls, bed, and on the people in the room! From the mess emerged two flapping things on the prince's back! Varian was prepared to defend his child from whatever sprouted from his back when the priest stopped him.

"Hold, your majesty." He uttered.

"What-?"

"Look, they are not dangerous."

And it was true. They were not something that was going to kill the boy, instead, they are a pair of wings. A small pair but they were there.

"The prince... is an angel."

"Anduin, son?" Varian wondered as he came towards the prince who was still sobbing.

"It hurts... It hurts... It hurts..." He muttered over and over.

"I know but look, they're wings. You grew wings and they are beautiful." Varian comforted his son as he lulled him to sleep.

Once the prince fainted from the pain, the priest stepped forward.

"Arrange for warm water for the prince and have the servants bring the softest towels. It is best that he is not hurt."

The knight bowed as he left while the priest began to examine the blood-covered wings.

The king will no doubt seek answers and so will the rest of the Alliance. But for now, they needed to take care of the boy who grew wings.