"I am ready to leave, Lady Vashj."

"Prince Kael I beg of you, reconsider."

"No! There is nothing here for my people, only destruction."

And as Kael'thas was about to lead his troops into the World of Azeroth, an earth-shattering roar was heard from the dark depths of the Hellfire Peninsula, and a black creature shot up, breaking the earth it landed on the ground and the shadow subsided, revealing a Man sized being holding a staff with a great eye encased at the tip. The creature straightened and showed his green-skinned face.

"I am Gul'dan!"

With this statement the ground began to tremble and the portal began to close.

"Quickly! Into the portal my brethren! I shall follow. You, you brought death and decay to my homeland, you left your mark on the world and killed thousands of innocent people. Where is Lord Illidan?!" Prince Kael yelled with increasing anger.

"His body was not suited to my plans. You see when he consumed my skull; my soul was left to wander his subconscious, to unlock his true power. After his death I took control. I spent the last Seven years moulding his defiled corpse into something resembling my original form. I cannot let you leave Blood Elf." Gul'dan said leaving all remaining dumbfounded.

"You have no choice." Kael threw his Flamestrike at Gul'dan, who had barely enough time to cast a shield spell. When the flames subsided he saw nothing. Kael had left through the portal and closed it behind him.

"I shall find you Blood Elf! You and all of your kin!" Bellowed the ancient Warlock.

"Who was that, your Highness?" asked a Spell Breaker.

"A face from the past."

"My lord?"

"Let's get moving. We must establish a settlement at the nearest Gold Mine." Prince Kael knew the danger the world was in, but his priority as of now was keeping his people alive.

          "Where are we Prince Kael?"

"I'm not sure. The Portal was unstable. We could be anywhere."

A Gold mine came into view.

"Ah, a Gold Mine. We'll build the Town Hall here." Prince Kael began to order, but his words were drowned out as a group of Furbolgs burst out of the trees with all the ferocity of the Legion.

Amidst a hail of Arrows and Magic Prince Kael managed to yell "We cannot defeat a force this vast! Run! Flee my brethren!" The Blood Elves disengaged the Furbolgs and fled from the forest clearing. The Furbolgs were relentless; they hounded the Elves, chasing them through the dense forest. The Furbolgs slowed as the Elves began to outrun them. Then, they reached the shore.

"We are trapped! It is hopeless my lord!" a young Spell Breaker said with a hint of hysteria in his voice

"We shall stand and fight. No Elven Army has ever left an opponent without them first fearing the Wrath of the Elves! To Arms my brothers, my sisters! To arms!" The two forces clashed and the Elves gained an instant advantage with there superior weaponry. But the Furbolgs were an endless horde. They simply encircled the Elves.

"We cannot defeat them my Lord." said an Archer fending off a Furbolg with just her bow.

"No. We never could."