Ashenvale:

"Awake…

The sound of the word echoed loud, like war drums. My body responded to this sound, as a phoenix rising from its own ashes. Her eyes met my own, my hands clenched with fists of rage. The word of the Devil, commander of the Val'kyr, War Chief of the Horde herself. My mind wouldn't go quiet, my mind wanted to run, escape her gaze and pretend to be dead, but not my body! Oh no, my body wouldn't give up. Scorching flames blazed through my veins while I was laying there on the corpses of my family. This feeling had ignited my soul and prevented me from losing consciousness. Hollow on the inside as a Void Lord, with the constant urge to kill. I felt like an angel that fell from heaven right into hell.

Arise…

The air was thin, we were tired, the walk to Teldrassil is long. We were exhausted. A war had begun between us and the Hordes. I asked my father what are we battling for now, but I didn't understand what he was talking about. I can only recall Azer… something and Silithus, but what I know for sure is that it is important that we get to Teldrassil, and meet with the reinforcement, so they will get us back to eastern Kalimdor – back home. Our meeting point was at Raynewood Retreat. Once we'll reach there, a squad will lead us to Astranaar and we'll use gryphons to fly to Teldrassil. We waited in Raynewood for two whole days in fear and confusion. No sign of the mighty Alliance, and the night elves were busy fending some of the Horde forces off the forest. A raid of Hordes suddenly lunch a surprise attack, and ambushed the camp, my mom grabbed my hand and we fled. Father remained in the midst of the battlefield protecting us with all the other men and warriors. "Defend the children!" I heard someone yelling. "Slain them all!" a savage shout came from a big orc. The Hordes marched in and set everything on fire. Then the sound of horns, salvation arrived, the Alliance arrived. Father and the rest of the men began pushing the Hordes away, as the Alliance marched forward. The orcs and trolls with their immense power, killed many men even while backing down, but once the Alliance's squad saw the army of the horde, one of them yelled that Anduin ordered to retreat. A giant orc thrashed my father with a counter attack, and my mother began bursting with tears, I didn't know what to do, I grabbed Ignaeus and charged at the orc. I lunched series of savage attacks, nothing like in my training, but the orc kicked me so hard I thought I will die. I gasped for air, used Ignaeus to get up again. I was stamping back to him, as he waved his big axe and…

Or be forever…

Blood stains spewed everywhere, the whole world ceased to move, "Baewulf come here!" mom cried, I ran back "Mom run!" but it was too late. The sight of sharp blade piercing mom from behind will forever be carved in my memory. I snapped. With bloodshot eyes I charged the troll and savagely punched him until he fell down, then I commenced hitting him with my fists till he was dead. Smoke covered the whole area, I saw the Alliance's force fleeing. Blood everywhere. How could they run away like that and let us all die? I was surrounded by hordes, big green creatures, trolls and taurens. They circled me, measured me. They looked at the dead troll's body and then my blood covered fists. "We should kill him" one of the orcs huffed. "The War Chief said to kill everyone! That means everyone." A bigger orc pushed some of the orcs aside, he looked at me. "What's your name kid?" I didn't answer. I was too confused, angry and in shock, I couldn't speak. The Orc looked at them and then me, the dead body, then me again. "Let's go" he said. One of the orcs snapped "But he…" the bigger orc grabbed him by the neck "Are you disobeying me?"
"No Sourfang" the orc caved and they all moved on.
I collapsed on the ground, feeling like crying. All I could think about is the sight of the Alliance's force running away. If they hadn't run everyone would be alive, mom… dad… everyone. I succumbed to exhaustion and closed my eyes. My body fell asleep, we were in Theramore again, Jaina was there and she came to me. I was embarrassed by her presence, I told her I had this terrible dream of Hordes killing everyone. She looked at me with her bright sky blue eyes "This is not your time yet" and she pushed me. "Wake up!" a voice woke me from my slumber, it was a night elf. We piled up the corpses, before we heard noises approaching. She told me to lay on the pile that is in the tent and pretend to be dead.

As I was laying on the bodies of my dead parents and everyone else who were slaughtered, I began to think. How did it happen? Is this my fate? Why did Anduin ordered his troops to retreat? Varian would never make such a thing, what a coward king you are Anduin! My body was bursting with rage. They needed to protect us, to save us, to be there for us. That's what the Alliance symbolizes! Hope, fortitude, bravery and wisdom. Not fear, cowardice and weakness. The elf had just died as well, and a figure approached my way. I will not be defeated like this elf, like my parents, like the Alliance! I will rise once more, like Varian did when he faced Onyxia, as Darion Mograine rose from the dead and lead the scourge, I will bring justice to my family, I curse the light for taking my sight, and justice be damned. I understand now, nothing is granted, justice must be taken. I will claim what is mine,
I'll bring wrath upon this world, I will survive. I won't remain…

…Fallen!"