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Chapter Three: Attack on Hyjal
Back in Ashenvale, in a town at the base of Mount Hyjal…
In one of the houses in this town, a sentinel was trying to persuade her daughter to keep her training as a priestess.
"You must continue your training! Your teacher is counting on you!" Came the voice of sentinel Aria Moonrise.
"It is not something that interests me! I don't want to stay at the back of the battle, healing others until I can barely breath!" Came back the voice of her daughter, Tarania. Aria sighed. Tarania was always like this; they had almost the exact conversation every week. Aria walked to Tarania's side.
"You are supposed to do this, the High Priestess wishes-"
"Well what about what I want? Hasn't that occurred to anyone?" Tarania yelled. She stormed off to her chamber and locked the door.
I best wait until she is in a better mood… Thought Aria. She slowly walked back out to the front of the house and sat down. Priestess Tyrande had already alerted the sentinels that they must be on the alert, as demons and undead were running rampant.
Tarania lay down on her back, her head spinning. Every day since Therrinan had left, she worried about him. Had something happened to him? Was he ok? Was he even alive? He had promised to send them letters every so often, so she was eager to know. If he didn't send one, he was probably dead.
She climbed out her window and went to the mailbox. She checked through the mail. Eventually she came across one addressed to her family. She opened it, and a silver trinket fell on to the ground. She stooped to pick it up. It was a silver heart, with a diamond at its core. She put it in her pocket, and read the message.
At the end of the message, there was a postscript stating that the necklace was for Tarania. She put it on, and returned to her house. By that time, her father had returned.
"…And Tyrande has ordered that all the sentinels are to be gathered and ready for war."
"Tyrande says what?" Tarania asked.
"Archimonde, General of the Burning Legion, is going to attack Mount Hyjal any hour now. All the sentinels are supposed to gather and help defend it. The first line of defense is the human. The second is the orc. The third is us, Tarania," Her father said. Tarania did not doubt her father's words. He was an experienced druid, and her mother was fairly good in combat, as a sentinel.
"What's that around your neck?" Aria asked. Tarania blushed.
"It's… It's from Therrinan," She said. The message was passed to her parents.
"It's good to know that he made it safely over to Azeroth, and he already has a friend." Aria said.
"The undead are attacking! Everyone to his or her positions!" It was about an hour later, and all the sentinels and druids were gathered either at the top of Hyjal, or at Jaina's Base with Tyrande and Malfurion.
"To arms! To arms, brave elves, orcs, and humans! Twilight falls, and the enemy approaches!" Said Malfurion. Near the front lines was Aria, and her husband was nearby.
"The undead approach!" Shandris yelled, and the first ghouls scuttled out of their holes. After one died, however, they all retreated. They came back with crypt fiends, abominations, and doom guards. Red, purple, and black blood scattered everywhere as losses were taken on all sides. Tarania, being a priestess as she was, stayed near the back healing those in need. She noticed one of the crypt fiends had made it past the battle, and quickly cast a spell to stop it in its tracks.
"Agh!" yelled Aria as she was wounded by an abomination. The beast prepared to strike down with its meat cleaver, but it was blinded by a blast of moon fire. It howled and rampaged around the battle until it was slain by the captain of the guard.
"Are you all right?" Aria looked up and saw the comforting outline of her husband.
"Barely, I must get out of the battle before-" She was cut off as a doom guard cast Rain of Fire. They were both blasted away from the battle by an explosion, and they came to a rest, unconscious, in the woods nearby.
"Mother! Father!" Tarania yelled. The battle was going in the favor of the undead, and the orcs were on their last strings. The ancients were already moving to defend the Night Elf base. Tarania ran through the woods, past the remains of the human's base, and looked around. Her keen eyes told her that there was an area that had been disturbed apart from the rest of the grass, as if someone had been pushed down the hill. She ran over, and found her parents. They were unconscious.
"Mother? Father?" She said quietly. Her eyes watered, and she was unaware of the behemoth climbing Nordrassil. She was unaware of the horn blown, and the many spirits surrounding Archimonde. An explosion occurred and razed the entire forest.
Tarania woke up in a bed. She had a bandage around her head, and there were still traces of dried blood in her long, blue hair.
"You're going to be ok." Said her father from nearby.
"Father…" She said, and wept tears of joy.
That's chapter three, hope you liked it! Please review!