Thank you all for staying patient and loyal to my cause! Our next chapter.
Disclaimer: I still only own Tarania's family!
Chapter Four: The Message
Three months after Archimonde's attack…
The battle was still clear as if it were yesterday in Tarania's mind, but she had more than recovered. Her parents were ok, and her wounds and burn healed up as well. They were currently living in the town of Astranaar, as Hyjal had been destroyed. She briskly walked to the mailbox and reached in. She found a message addressed to her family. But it was in unfamiliar handwriting. She went home and sat down. She opened the envelope and read the letter.
"To the family of Therrinan,
My friends, my name is Falkrist. I was one of Therrinan's friends, and I bring bad tidings. We were exploring in the Arathi Highlands, when we were attacked. They were undead, and there were at least ten of them. They called themselves Forsaken. They weren't too friendly either, I can tell you that. Therrinan told us to run while he held them off. We returned about two days later to find whatever we could of him, whether he was alive or not. We couldn't even find his body.
Therrinan's friend, Falkrist."
Tarania was horrorstricken. She knew this might happen, but slaughtered ruthlessly by Forsaken? She didn't even know about these "Forsaken" until just now. She went to her chamber, and locked the door. She collapsed on her bed, and cried her heart out.
She heard a knock on the door.
"Tarania?" It was the voice of her mother. She got up and opened the door. Her face was still wet and stinging from the tears that had been coming down her face.
"What happened? Why are you so sad?" Her mother asked. Tarania sniffed.
"Therrinan… He's dead." She said with a trembling voice, and tears streamed down her face once more. Her mother hugged her tightly, and the letter remained forgotten.
I will write more soon, but here's a new chapter.