Land of Twilight
On the second day after the invasion of Forest Song, the survivors were found by a group of patrolling Sentinels. The leader of the patrol, Kiera Blossomlight, had been surprised to see a large group of people wandering the forest. Teradu and Amira watched as Luciel explained the situation to her.
"Naga this deep in Kalimdor?" Kiera said incredulously.
"They said that Azshara has reclaimed the surface world," Luciel explained. "They attacked Forest Song, and we all would've died if IIliyana had not arrived."
"We must tell Tyrande." Kiera exclaimed. "I will send scouts to Forest Song; there might be a few survivors." She spoke to a few of her Sentinels who set off in the direction of the outpost. Luciel returned to her group of survivors.
Teradu had been given a crystal hammer by one of the other draenei. He now twirled the hammer in an attempt to become accustomed to it. Amira watched him distractedly while sitting on the green grass.
"They're all gone," she whispered to herself.
Teradu kept twirling his hammer; during the battle he had realized he needed more practice with an actual weapon; the elements were powerful, but nothing could compare to having a weapon in your hand. "Who's gone?" he asked Amira with concern in his voice. Gazing at the hammer, he wished that his master could have taught him how to enchant a weapon. With that thought, tears threatened to escape.
"My mom, my dad, my uncle, my sister, everyone." Amira looked up at Teradu with tears in her pupiless eyes. "Azshara will die for this!"
"Amira, please," Teradu said, "you have to hold yourself together. I lost my master and a good friend! And I too will not rest until their deaths have been avenged."
Amira smiled and stood up. "Together then, together." She put out her hand.
He took her hand, "Together!"
The death of his master reminded him of his killer, Illidan. "Who is Illidan?" Teradu asked.
"Illidan is the brother of our leader, Malfurion Stormrage," Amira explained. "During the War of the Ancients he betrayed the defenders, and joined Azshara. In the last war he became a demon after absorbing the Skull of Guldan."
"He sounds dangerous," Teradu commented.
Amira frowned and began to walk towards the congregation of night elves and draenei. Luciel and Kiera were still discussing the events of the past days. Kiera mentioned that the Horde had been calling warriors back to Orgrimar because of an unknown threat. "Might this have anything to do with the naga?" she asked Luciel.
"I don't know," Luciel responded. "How many orcs have responded to this call?"
"We have seen about a fourth of them leave," Kiera said, "and more are preparing to."
"Well we must move on," Luciel told her. "Lady Tyrande must hear of this."
"Goodbye Sentinel Luciel," Kiera said. "May Elune guard your path."
Both elves bowed and then Luciel turned to her ragtag group of warriors, "The duty of warning Malfurion and Priestess Tyrande has fallen upon us, but we only have a few horses and nightsabers. I will pick a few to journey as quickly as they can to Darnassus."
Teradu hoped that Luciel would choose him and Amira. It would be a perfect way to assure that they're pact held.
"I will pick a group by nightfall," Luciel finished. One they saw that the meeting was over the band of draenei and night elves dispersed among the forest. They worked together to set up places to sleep. Kiera and her Sentinels had already moved on.
Teradu was in his when the Horde warriors attacked. It began with a sudden war cry. Teradu ran out of his shelter.
Kalimdor was usually under eternal twilight, but the setting sun created more shadows. It was hard to tell friend from foe. Where was Amira? Teradu searched frantically while fighting Horde soldiers. They were mostly orcs, but a few tauren and trolls fought with them. Teradu even thought he saw a few undead and blood elves. The force was quite large. What could've made the Horde come in such numbers?
He finally made his way out of the main struggle, when he saw a druid in cat form fighting a tauren. Amira! Teradu shouted her name and the cat turned to look at him, but the tauren swung his sword at her head. Teradu fired a lightning bolt at the tauren; he fell to the ground with a surprised look on his face.
"Teradu we have to go now!" Amira said once she was out of cat form, "Luciel's tent was near mine, and when the Horde attacked she told me to go to Darnassus. Tyrande has to know what is happening here."
Teradu nodded, "We need mounts, come on!" He led Amira to a pair of horses.
He mounted one, but Amira shook her head. "I'll fly."
Teradu nodded, but he hoped that Amira was sure of her endurance. Amira took storm crow form and began to run. Teradu urged his steed forward. No Horde or Alliance warrior stopped them; it seemed that they were preoccupied.
They rode through the night and most of the morning, but when midday came Amira dropped down exhausted, luckily it was in the center of a clearing. Teradu jumped off his horse and ran to her. He hoped she was okay. "Amira!" he said, shaking her, "Are you okay?"
She began to revert to her original form and stood up shakily, "I'm fine, just tired." She collapsed in Teradu's arms.
Looking around the clearing Teradu began searching for sticks to make a small fire. The saddle bag contained a few packs of food. Letting the now asleep Amira fall gently to the ground, he went in search of firewood.
While setting up the fire Teradu gazed upon Amira's calm face. She was beautiful, no other female of any race could compare to her. Her angled elvish cheek bones and curved body appeared innocent yet sensual at the same time. He sometimes wondered what his love meant for him. She would probably think him disgusting or wrong. Teradu sighed; love was fickle.
He soon had a happy crackling fire and the meat that the horse had carried was being cooked. Amira was starting to move. "Good morning!" Teradu said cheerfully. She just grumbled and rubbed her eyes.
Teradu laughed and took the meat out of the fire. Amira got up and sat next to him. "I guess I could summon a hippogryph," she suggested.
"And how would you do that?"
She pulled out a blue feather from her pouch. "Easily." The feather began to glow as she concentrated on it. Teradu then heard the sound of wings flapping. He looked to the sky and saw a hippogryph approach the clearing.
Amira smiled and ran up to it. "His name is Shadowing, he worked with my- my fa-" she frowned and tears began to run down her face.
Teradu put an arm around her. She leaned into him, and Shadowing looked equally solemn. He understood why she was so distraught, and he would do whatever he could to make her better. They stood there for several minutes, until Amira gained her composure.
She jumped onto the hippogryph and gestured for Teradu to get on behind her. She seemed to be trying to forget the awkwardness of the last minute. Teradu happily obeyed.
On Shadowing it wasn't too long until they reached Teldrassil. The tree amazed Teradu and he stared at it open mouth until Amira giggled at him.
Teldrassil was one of the world trees. The others being Nordrassil, and one that was long forgotten. Nordrassil was slowly healing from its wounds in the Third War, but the Cenarion Circle had decided to plant Teldrassil under the order of Fandral Staghelm.
A few months later the Cenarion Circle realized that Fandral had been driven mad by the death of his son, and he was working for the Nightmare Lord, Xavius. Malfurion had returned from the Emerald Nightmare and defeated him. He then purified Teldrassil from all taint. Now the world tree strengthened Azeroth just by existing.
Even though it was built for a dark purpose the world tree was still great and imposing. It reached into the sky and its trunk was the width if a small island. In its large branches was nestled the night elven capital, Darnassus.
"I wonder what this night will bring," Teradu said out loud. "I hope Luciel's faith was not misplaced."
"As soon as we arrive we will request an urgent meeting with High Priestess Tyrande. Everything will continue from there," Amira responded. "It will be simple."
"Sounds too easy," Teradu grumbled.