Mount Hyjal

Rarely was he ever greeted with a welcoming party. However, here, he was always welcomed. Ysera made sure of that. Neltharion slowly landed upon the plateau next to the World Tree and looked around him. The Night Elves that protected the Tree greeted him with welcoming faces. Neltharion returned with a smile as well. He looked upon the land below him. Glowing streams of milky white water flowed and collected into a pond. He could hear a song chime through the streams and he smiled softly at it. The Earth-Warder raised a claw as a small orb of light floated around his head. They were spirits of Night Elves, wisps guarding the tree. He lowered his belly to the ground to allow his passenger off his shoulders. Calia slid down his black scales and landed upon the ground, bending her knees.

"This place is as beautiful as I remembered it," she said.

She heard her husband chuckle deeply. Neltharion knelt down to the glowing pond before him. Roots of the massive tree, towering even higher above his head seeped into the pond. Neltharion dipped his claws into the glowing pond, sensing the enormous arcane energy it possessed. He raised a claw out of the glowing waters, noticing it shine upon his scales. This was the newly reborn Well of Eternity. So long as Nordrassil, the World Tree continued to stand, the potent energies of the Well would remain suppressed. Neltharion looked over to the side only find an area of dead trees, burnt with fire and smoke still raging. The desolation threatened the World Tree itself.

"Don't do it," said Calia. "I know what you're thinking...don't do it."

"This..." began Neltharion. "I will have to say no. I am not fixing the world, I am strengthening one of the things that help it." He slowly approached the enormous tree before him and touched the trunk. "The other Aspects blessed Nordrassil with their gifts. I did not. Deathwing prevented that." He withdrew his claw and looked around to the druids still trying to hold back the destruction caused by Ragnaros. "My blessing comes late, but perhaps just in time." He leaned down and dove his claws into the rich earth. "Si tiichi wer ordah zyak coi nomag majak wer Skjall dastudr."

The words he spoke sounded guttural, harsh, and as well as slurred like the hissing of a snake. Calia knew her husband was speaking in his own native tongue, a language unfortunately she has never learned nor has Neltharion ever taken the time to teach her. As Neltharion withdrew his claws from the ground he looked around him. The soil itself reacted to his touch. He looked towards the desolation caused by Ragnaros to find the soil slowly becoming renewed. It was fresh, full of nutrients. To signify this, plants began to sprout up from the ground, their seeds feeding from the new life given through the soil itself. Neltharion touched the World Tree. He could sense its roots digging deeper into the ground, wanting to gather up the renewed energy from the soil. Neltharion let his head droop slightly. Rejuvenating the soil was not as tiring as healing a massive crack in the world, but it tired him still. Calia looked around her to see flowers sprouting with vivid colors around the tree.

"I thought Alexstrasza was the only one who could make flowers grow like this," said Calia. "How can you do it?"

"Her...methods are different than mine," said Neltharion. "I...touch the ground, giving it the properties it needs to make life grow. The plants were already here, I just...helped them along with dirt filled with fresh nutrients."

"You made the ground fertile," said Calia.

"That is my duty," said Neltharion. "I make the ground fertile so that life can grow. Alexstrasza only has the power to help life grow, but without the soil, which gives it the means to grow, life withers. Alexstrasza, Ysera, and I are connected with one another more so than we are with the others because of what we represent, Life, Nature, and the World that it flourishes upon." He looked up at the World Tree. "My gift to Nordrassil is one that should have been given. So long as there is an Earth-Warder, this land will not be poisoned. It will remain fertile, giving the Tree fresh sustenance."

"I still wish you hadn't done that," said Calia. "You're not well."

"And you're starting to sound like Alexstrasza," said Neltharion.

"She is right," said Calia. "I'm not trying to keep you locked up, honey, I just want to make sure you're safe."

"Safe..." said Neltharion. "That's Alexstrasza too."

"Big brother!" sounded a voice from behind Neltharion. The Earth-Warder was suddenly knocked down as a rather large, but not as large as he was, green dragon tackled him. Neltharion let loose a bark of surprise as the green dragon pinned him to the ground. She nuzzled her snout against his cheek. "Big brother, you came to visit me!"

"Ysera!" Neltharion said in surprise. He rolled to his back and Ysera climbed upon his chest, wrapping her forelegs around him.

"I'm so happy you came," said the Green Aspect. "I've missed you."

Neltharion gathered her up and held her close, returning her affections with a deep purr.

"I've missed you too, little sister," he said.

Ysera giggled, smiling a broad, toothy grin. She pulled away slightly to look upon her brother's face.

"You look so much better than you did before, big brother," she said. Ysera turned to see Calia smiling upon the ground. "You came too, sister. You're both here! This is a surprise. I was wondering when you would come for a visit."

She once more leaned down to nuzzle her older brother again. Neltharion nuzzled her back with a purr.

"We came for more than a visit, Dreamer," said Calia. "We were hoping you could help us. We need a safe place to stay. The Twilight Hammers are after us."

"The Hammers?" Ysera asked. "Oh...I knew sooner or later they would come for my brother. They don't have Deathwing anymore, so they're angry at you, Neltharion."

"I seem to be more trouble as Neltharion rather than as Deathwing..." said the Black Aspect.

"Don't ever say that," said Ysera. "I got my brother back. You're not trouble."

Neltharion chuckled and playfully poked his sister's snout. She looked up to see the flowers grow along the roots of the World Tree. Her face brightened when she realized what it meant.

"You gave your gift!" she said.

"Yes, I did," said Neltharion. "Long time coming. A gift I should have given for nearly destroying the Night Elves with the Dragon Soul 10 thousand years ago. I inadvertently help destroy the first Well and create the Maelstrom that is in its place. The Dragon Soul was used to try and bring the full force of the Burning Legion here. My gift will make sure the Tree will not wither from what Ragnaros has done to the land...or from what Deathwing did to it as well."

"So long as the Tree stands," began Ysera. "The Burning Legion will not be drawn to the new Well." She once more leaned in for a hug. "My brother protects his world as he always should have done."

"Yes...should have done..." Neltharion sighed. He leaned up an Ysera slowly backed away from him. His head slumped, feeling heavy.

"Big brother?" she asked.

"He's a little weak, Ysera," said Calia. "That is why we came to you. he still needs to rest some more, he isn't himself yet. And we were wondering if you could help him regain his strength back."

"I could try," said Ysera. "But my healing abilities aren't as powerful as Alexstrasza's. She would be the one to completely heal Neltharion. Well, she has to work on it in parts here and there." Ysera leaned down and poked at Neltharion's side, noticing the newly formed rip. "You used it! Oh, Neltharion, don't do that."

"We were hoping you could heal that too," said Calia.

"I will try," said the Green Dragon. She touched Neltharion's side and began to pull apart the plates that held the new split together. Neltharion growled feeling the wound open up and his fiery blood drip freely. Ysera breathed upon the would, green energy slowly began to seep into it. As she breathed, the wound slowly began to close up. Ysera placed her claw upon his flank and channeled the healing energies through her brother. The wound sealed tightly. She wiped away the blood.

"There," she said. "Better."

Ysera heard her older brother let loose a deep, pleasant rumble.

"Thank you...sister..." said Neltharion. He nuzzled her again and Ysera once more knocked him down, hugging him tightly. Neltharion grunted as his sister squeezed him in her forelegs. Then, he chuckled deeply, holding her again. Calia looked on at the two siblings as they hugged each other. The mighty protective older brother and his gentle sister. It was hard to believe that just a few months ago, they were enemies, fighting on opposing sides all because of Deathwing controlling Neltharion's actions. Here they were, as it should be, a brother and a sister, sharing their bond.

Family.

Calia for a moment saw herself and then she saw her brother Arthas. She faintly remembered they were just as close. Her brow furrowed as she began to remember those times with her brother, how they loved each other. It was hard to believe that Arthas would later betray his family and his people. Her lips perked and her fists curled slightly. She felt her face flush slightly. Then, she cleared her throat.

"Neltharion!" she called. "Shouldn't you be getting some rest since we've flown all the way here?"

Neltharion and Ysera parted, the two dragons straightening up. Ysera's large form vanished, shrinking down to her Night Elf form.

"Who are you, my mother?" Neltharion asked, giving a cheeky grin to his wife.

"You don't have a mother," said Calia.

"That's not nice to say..." said Neltharion.

"Come on," said Calia. "Ysera, is there a room and a bed?"

"Of course," said Ysera. "We do have an inn here. And rooms."

She lead her massive brother and his wife over towards the inn. As Calia began to approach the inn, she paused to see an orc leave. He was just a shaman, on a mission of his own. Calia reached for her gun, ready to pull it out. Neltharion sensed her hostility, looking towards the orc. The orc paused, staring up at him with wide, astonished eyes. Neltharion swiftly scooped his wife into his massive claw and brought her close to him.

"Hey!" Calia called. "Put me down!"

"Don't even think about it," said Neltharion. "This is neutral territory. It doesn't matter what faction you are from, everyone is here to help Ysera. And they will do so peacefully. This isn't the place to start up any battles for the Horde or the Alliance."

"But..." began Calia.

"First you sound like Arthas, now you sound like King Varian Wynn," said Neltharion. "What am I to do with you, Cali? This is the perfect place for you to learn what it means to be neutral like the rest of us."

"I'm not a dragon!" said Calia.

"Some mortals are neutral too," said Ysera. "The Argent Crusade is an example. They put aside their differences and the factions they once belonged to in order to fight the remaining Scourge who still are in the Plaguelands. And besides, you are my brother's Prime Consort, you need to learn our ways."

"And abandon mine?" asked Calia.

"I'm not saying forget where you come from," said Ysera. "But as a member of his flight, you must set aside any animosity you have towards those who were once your enemies. Your duty now is to Azeroth, not any one faction."

"Calia," said Neltharion. "We cannot involve ourselves with their war. This includes you now. You can't involve yourself with their war either."

"I can't betray Stormwind," said Calia.

"You're not betraying them," said Neltharion. "As you will help me protect the world from that which threatens it, you will be helping Stormwind."

"The Horde..."

"Does not threaten Azeroth," said Neltharion. "They were invaders once, I will say that. But they are as much a part of this world as you are. Yes, I do agree, Garrosh and a few others need a good scolding, but that doesn't mean the entire Horde is evil. I wish you would see that. Let go of your prejudice." He huffed a cloud of black smoke from his nostrils. "Even King Varian Wynn needs a good scolding as well. However, I've held my tongue thus far considering what all my children and myself have done to the Alliance."

"I'm sorry, but I kinda grew up during the three wars, Nel," said Calia. "So did you!"

"When the Horde was once a part of the Burning Legion, they were a threat," said Neltharion. "But they forsook the demons that controlled them. If they were still a part of the Burning Legion, I would be behind your statement, Calia. They're not..."

Calia sighed, slumping in his claws. Neltharion brought her close to his head and nuzzled her gently with his enormous snout. She felt the hot air from his nostrils blow across her brow.

"Sooner or later, you will see it our way," said Neltharion.

"You think your way his better..." she said, pushing him away. Neltharion sighed, lowering her down.

"No, Calia," said Neltharion. "That isn't what I meant."

"What is it then?" she asked. "I'm a Dragon Aspect, I know what's best for the world. You arrogant lizard!"

"Calia!" Neltharion said as he watched his wife storm into the inn. He rumbled a sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Ysera looked back as Calia walked up the stairs of the inn, going into a room. She shook her head in dismay.

"That ended well..." she said.

"I should learn to bite my tongue sometimes when it comes to Calia and the Alliance," said Neltharion. He licked his lips. "She is at times as hotheaded as either Arthas or Varian."

"Considering what the Alliance did for her during her...disappearance, can you blame her for being so forthcoming about it?" asked Ysera. "What has the Horde done for Calia Menethil? Nothing. What has the Alliance done for her? Gave her a new last name, a means to protect herself, a reason to go on fighting what she believes is the good fight. To her, fighting for the Alliance is protecting Azeroth."

"But it is so narrow-minded," said Neltharion.

"Were you any different when it came to the demons or the Highborne Elves?" asked Ysera. "That little disk around your neck would never have come to be if Neltharion the Earth-Warder didn't think that those he started deeming unworthy of such great power were threatening his world."

"Deathwing would have never come to be if..." Neltharion began. He growled, gritting his dagger-like teeth. "I need to stop thinking about him. Thinking about me...what I was like then. Each time I do it...I start with the self-pity again."

He shrank himself down and began to enter the inn.

"I should go apologize," he said. "Before she tries to hack my head off."

"My big brother scared of his human mate?" asked Ysera. She began to giggle. "No, don't apologize. You're right. But...so is she. Calia isn't used to our ways..." She approached her brother and leaned her head upon his black scaled shoulder. "Don't try to force it on her too much. It'll only drive you both further apart." She leaned away and smiled at her brother. "Go get some rest. Don't worry, you're safe here, but we are periodically attacked by the cult. I'll let you know if they come."

"Thank you, dear sister," said Neltharion. He leaned upon his haunches and folded his forelegs around Ysera. "I should...go and rest. If they come, and I've rested, I'll be able to stand beside you against them."

"I'd like that," said Ysera.

Neltharion rumbled a sigh and started into the inn. He saw the druids who worked with Ysera, nodding in greeting at him. The druids, like the shamans, were becoming to respect him like the days of old. He could sense no hostility from them. Neltharion took in a deep breath and began his walk up to the room where Calia was. He pushed through the door, peering on the other side.

"Cali?" he asked.

He heard a sniffle from the other side of the room. Calia sat upon the couch, wiping her eyes. Neltharion walked inside and settled down upon his belly, looking at his wife.

"I can't..." she began. "I can't be like you. I just can't."

"Calia," said Neltharion. "I'm sorry if I force it on you so much. I just don't want to see you bitter towards a people who have..."

"Done nothing wrong?" asked Calia. "Where the hell were you during the three wars? Oh, that's right, trapped in your mind while Deathwing mixed everything up. He helped the Horde by giving the Dragonmaw Alexstrasza, he tried to tear apart the Alliance from within by marrying me...and then his kids continued his work after he...disappeared..."

"Calia..." said Neltharion. "Listen to me, the Horde isn't evil..."

"Then why the hell do they allow Forsaken to roam my homeland?" asked Calia. "My father's grave? I can't even see it! You know what Sylvanas is planning? A new plague! Lordaeron is going to suffer more all because of her and she works for the Horde."

"Honey, Garrosh doesn't even like Sylvanas," said Neltharion.

"Then why does he keep her around?" asked Calia. "You tell me how that isn't evil?"

"Calia, stop it!" said Neltharion. "Garrosh keeps her around because she's a part of the Horde and as long as there's a Horde presence occupying the Eastern Kingdoms...that's all she's good for."

"See?" asked Calia. "How isn't that..."

"It's not evil!" said Neltharion. "He's an asshole. Yes. He's an asshole. And I do want to give him a good pounding, but he isn't evil. Bloodthirsty, war-mongering, but not evil. There's a difference. Varian Wynn is very similar, you know. He wants to keep up the war agains the Horde as well as much Garrosh wants to keep the war against the Alliance up." He rose up onto his feet. "I don't want either! Why should you two be fighting when there's something out there that's a bigger threat? I've seen it, I've worked for it! I've made this stupid disk for it! If I could, I would make both your king and the Warchief stop this senseless fighting and go fight the real fight...the good fight, the one that will save the world they live on." He took in a deep breath. "When I became Deathwing, the part of me that wanted to become Deathwing and the part of me that did not had one single thing on our minds...if I controlled this world, there would be no more wars. Everything will fall in a utopia that I would rule over like a god. Of course, blood had to be shed in order for that to happen. I was so...stupid then." Neltharion focused upon his wife. "But my belief stands firm. I don't want anymore bloodshed on my planet. The difference is though I know I can't make King Varian or Garrosh stop. But, you are my Consort."

"So, I don't have a choice," said Calia.

Neltharion gave in: "No. Ysera says I should not force our ways upon you, but you need to understand that you cannot fight their wars." He looked away. "However, if you wish to divorce me so that you can go off and kill orcs...I won't stop you."

Calia sniffed again and sighed: "I'm not going to divorce you so I can go off and kill orcs."

Neltharion stood silently.

"I didn't know you were so adamant about peace..." said Calia. "Neltharion, I'm sorry. You're right, there is a bigger threat. The Twilight Cult, the Old Gods. With our world divided like this, how can we stand up against them?"

"Peace must be created between the two factions," said Neltharion. "But I am not the one to force it upon them. Eventually, they will learn that their foolish battles are meaningless." He watched as she rose up and wrapped her arms around his massive neck. Neltharion gave into her embrace, purring as he gently caressed her with his snout. He leaned in to kiss her lips. As they parted, Neltharion looked into Calia's eyes. "I love you, Cali."

"I love you too," said Calia. "How can I start seeing the Horde differently?"

Neltharion smiled, raising a claw to her face: "Don't see them as outsiders and invaders. But also see them as neither your enemies nor your friends. Their concerns are outside of yours."

"The thing is though, I know secrets about Stormwind I'm sure Garrosh would love to have," said Calia.

"I told you, Alliance or Horde, if anyone threatens you, I will slay them myself," said Neltharion. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

"I know," said Calia. She kissed him again. "Oh...Neltharion, I'm not going to leave you to go fight the Horde. I just...it's just that I grew up during that time. I...I've known nothing else. I did say the only Warchief I have any sort of respect for is Thrall. It's just that Garrosh...he wants to bring it all back." She laid her head down upon his chest and felt his claws run along her back. "I'm just confused by all of this. The Twilight Cult. They should be my concern, shouldn't they?"

"They are the real threat," said Neltharion. "For now. There are others. And we will face them together."

"I won't let those cultists get to you either, Nel," said Calia. "I promise."

Neltharion held her close. Then, as they parted, she led him over to the bed.

"Come on, you need some rest," said Calia. "So you can be up and ready to fight."

Neltharion chuckled and hopped into the bed. Calia disrobed and climbed in with him. Neltharion ran a paw over her back, feeling the burn scars on her skin. His face fell with sadness again when he felt the scars. He leaned into her, holding her close.

"It's alright," said Calia. "I forgave you, remember?"

"I know," said Neltharion. "I still feel saddened because of it. I hurt an innocent child."

"Not a child anymore," said Calia. She leaned up as he laid upon his back.

"You've grown into a beautiful woman," said Neltharion.

"Nel..." she began. "How is it that you...love me so much? I'm not a dragon, I can't give you little whelplings."

"I never loved my consorts," said Neltharion. "My relationship with them was based on loyalty and duty to further my flight. I love you. There is a difference. Alexstrasza did not love her consorts as well, except for one. Krasus."

"Him," said Calia. "But if you feel you need to...I mean. You need to make more...black dragons...well...I suppose I...shouldn't stop you if you think that I am. I know you won't cheat on me because when you do it with a female dragon...it's only to make baby dragons..."

Neltharion began to chuckle.

"Oh, what?"

"You're so silly, Cali," said Neltharion. "Make baby dragons. But thank you. The problem right now is finding a female black who is willing to mate with me so that I could create a purified flight...a flight freed from the Old Gods. No female would want to mate with me, not after what happened to my original consorts. And, most black dragons see me as a traitor now. Who would want to mate with me?" He sighed. "I do feel the urge to go out there and mate with other females, I just know they don't want to. You're my only companion, Calia. You can't give me a flight, but you have given me other things just as important." He ran a claw through her hair. "If there is a female black who is willing, I will remember I have your permission to mate with her."

"Only because I know you need to make more black dragons," said Calia. "That's the only reason. But your emotions, your love...all mine."

"I am yours," said Neltharion. He held her close, leaning his head over her shoulder. "Till death do we part."

They once more embraced each other, passionately kissing. She ran her hands along his scaly neck. Neltharion purred deeply at her touch. He pulled the cover over both of them as they held each other close.

0

It was night and Calia had left the room to stretch. Neltharion was still asleep. He needed the rest. Ysera was talking with her druids and her dragons. Her dragons were disguised in mortal forms, either Blood Elf or Night Elf. Calia looked up into the sky, seeing the low glow of the Firelands over the Rim of the World. The moon was rising. Calia ran her hands through her brunette hair, giving it a good shake. Then, she looked over at a portal leading to Orgrimmar. It flashed for a moment just as four figures came through it. Calia pulled her gun out, ready to strike at whoever it was.

"Ysera!" she called. "Ysera!"

Ysera came running from her druids at Calia's call. She paused seeing the four figures standing in the moonlight.

"What happened?" asked Ysera. "What's going on?"

"Wait!" called the large figure. "Wait, we're friends! Ysera! Finally."

As he stepped forward, the light of the moon caught his face under his hood. It was an orc with blue eyes dressed as a Shaman. Beside him was a brown-skinned orc and a Blood Elf and a human.

"Thrall?" asked Ysera. "Aggra?"

"Greetings, Awakened Dreamer," said Aggra.

"Thrall?" asked Calia. She put her gun away.

"Calia," said Thrall. "I remember you. You are the Earth-Warder's mate. We met at Wyrmrest."

"Yes," said Calia. She gave a sigh of relief. "Yes of course. It's nice to see you again, Thrall. Uh...who are they?"

"This is my mate Aggra," said Thrall. He motioned for her to step forward. "Aggra, this is Neltharion's Prime Consort Calia."

"Are you a black dragon?" asked Aggra.

"Er...no," said Calia. "I am human."

"Then Go'el was telling the truth," said Aggra. "The Earth-Warder and a human. How strange. How did you two..."

"It's a long story," said Calia. "But...what are you guys doing here. And who are those two..." She paused and moved closer to the human standing beside the Blood Elf. "Wait, I know you from somewhere."

"You met me in Uldum," said the human. "I am Siderion."

"Siderion, Nel's grandkid?" asked Calia. "Wow, and you're here too. Who is the elf?"

Calia paused again to look at the elf standing beside Siderion. Her eyes widened when she saw how the elf was dressed. Quickly, Calia pulled her pistol out of its holster.

"Twilight cultist!" she called. "What the hell are you doing here. You're not getting Neltharion! I will blow your head off before you even reach him!"

"Wait," said Thrall. "It isn't what you think. This cultist has turned rogue. She has valuable information that we need to get to Neltharion immediately."

"Forget it," said Calia. "I'm not letting her near my husband. Not in his condition."

"Please," began the cultist. "I have information that the Earth-Warder must hear. He's the only one who can stop it."

"Stop what?" asked Ysera.

"A monster Lord Neltharion created as Deathwing," said Siderion. "Please, it is urgent."

"No," said Calia, shaking her head. "I'm not letting her near Nel. She can pass her information to me and I'll tell him. But she is not going near him."

"I'm sorry," said the cultist. "But I must speak to the Earth-Warder."

Calia shook her head again, crossing her arms in defiance. Ysera took in a deep breath, running a hand through her green hair.

"Calia, maybe we should let her see Neltharion," said Ysera.

"Are you nuts?" asked Calia. "Has that time being asleep all these years made you loose a few marbles? She could hurt Neltharion, Ysera. Do you want that?"

"What is this information?" asked Ysera, looking at the cultist. "And what is your name?"

"My name is Nadina," said the Blood Elf. "I'm sorry, Dreamer, but this is for the Earth-Warder. You can listen, but he has to be here to hear what I have to say."

"Believe me," said Thrall. "What she has to say Neltharion needs to hear. She just told us that the Twilight Cult are trying to complete a weapon that Neltharion started on when he was with them. Siderion and several other dragons were being used in the experiment. Some of your dragons too, Ysera."

"My dragons?" asked Ysera. "What is this experiment?"

"Get Neltharion and Nadina will tell you," said Aggra.

"I need to see my grandfather about this," said Siderion. "Please, Calia, go get him."

"By the Light..." said Calia. She sighed. "You know you're supposed to do as I say when Nel's not around, right?"

"I realize that," said Siderion. "But I don't have time to argue. None of us do. Go get Lord Neltharion!"

"Alright, fine!" said Calia. "I'll go wake him up."

She walked back inside the inn and began to walk up the stairs. As she neared the door to their room, she heard the sound of Neltharion's loud snoring through it. She opened the door and found her husband sleeping, lying on his side. He held onto the pillow, his snoring was monstrous. Calia walked up to the bed and laid her hand upon his side, giving his flank a shake.

"Nel," she began. "Nel, honey."

Neltharion opened his eyes, shaking awake. He snorted and swallowed.

"Five more minutes..." he rumbled and turned around, falling back to sleep again.

"Honey!" said Calia. "Thrall's here! Wake up!"

Neltharion leaned up, sleepily yawned, his tongue rolled out between his fangs.

"Thrall?" he asked.

"Yes," said Calia. "Come on. You can sleep later, but they said they had something important to tell you. There's a Twilight Cultist outside.

Neltharion's emerald eyes widened and he pushed the covers aside.

"A what?" he asked. "What's Thrall doing with a cultist?"

"Come outside and see for yourself," said Calia. "She's refusing to talk unless she talks to you. I think she's here to try and kill you...but..."

"She can try," said Neltharion. He gathered Calia up and kissed her gently upon her lips. He rose from the bed and yawned again, following her sleepily down the stairs and to the outside. Neltharion rumbled and his eyes focused upon Thrall and Aggra.

"Thrall!" he called.

"Neltharion," said Thrall. He slowly walked up to the Earth-Warder who held out his black claw to him. The shaman took it and shook it. "It's good to see you again, Earth-Warder."

"It's good to see you too," said Neltharion. "I still want to thank you for all that you've done for me."

"It wasn't any problem," said Thrall. "I'm glad we were able to do it. It would have turned out worse if we killed you and I realized that."

"Now, what is this about a Twilight cultist?" asked Neltharion.

Thrall and Aggra moved away and motioned towards Nadina and Siderion. Before Neltharion looked to Nadina, his eyes focused upon Siderion and a broad smile appeared upon his face.

"Siderion!" he said. He walked over to Siderion and placed a claw upon his shoulder. "It's so good to see you again."

"It is good to see you too, Lord Neltharion," said Siderion.

"Sid, please, I'm your grandfather," Neltharion. "You can call me grandpa if you want."

"Uh...grandpa..." said Siderion. He swallowed awkwardly. Then, he turned to Nadina and brought her close. "My lord, this is Nadina, she was with the Twilight Hammers."

"Earth-Warder Neltharion," she said with a slight curtsy. "At last I can meet you."

"You're a cultist?" Neltharion asked.

"I don't want to be," said Nadina. "I never wanted to be. Before you broke from your hiding place in Deepholm, when everything was happening, I was frightened, I had no where to turn and I thought the cult had all the answers. I thought they could save me when no one else could, they could protect me. But..."

"You discovered that they just use frightened mortals like yourself to their means," said Neltharion. "Deathwing was more than willing to allow such frightened denizens like yourself to join him...to use you and then discard you when he was done."

"I know that," said Nadina. "I just didn't have a way out. I was afraid to try and escape. Then they brought in Siderion, and I saw how he was fighting, how he didn't want to be used like I was. And they started using him for the...project...a project they made me help them complete."

"Project?" asked Neltharion. "What project?"

"Lord Neltharion," began Nadina. "The Twilight cult has completed your...ultimate weapon...they have completed Ultraxion. And only you know of a way to kill him."

Neltharion's eyes slowly widened in realization as to what she was talking about. His jaw began to work, silent words coming from his mouth. Ysera and Calia looked to Neltharion, confused as to why Neltharion looked as if the world itself was shattering again. The Earth-Warder breathed heavily, swallowing hard. He shook his head in disbelief and then his jaw clinched tightly.

"Ultraxion?" he asked.

"Yes," said Nadina. "The egg was hatching when we escaped. Please, sir, you must do something! You made him."

"Ultraxion," said Neltharion.

"What is Ultraxion?" asked Calia. "Nel?"

The Black Dragon shook his head and then started off, heading for the portal towards Orgrimmar. It was the only portal closest to him. He knew that Orgrimmar had a portal to the Twilight Highlands.

"Neltharion?" asked Calia. "Where are you going?"

Neltharion shook his head and came to the portal.

"Ne?" Calia said. "Nel, stop! Stop!"

Neltharion turned back to his wife and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I must do this alone. This is something neither of you can help me with."

With that, the Earth-Warder leapt through the portal.

"Would someone tell me what the hell is going on?" asked Calia. "Nel!"

"Calia," said Thrall. "Ultraxion is a weapon that has the power to kill all five Aspects and bring forth the Hour of Twilight."

"He's an enormous Twilight Dragon," said Siderion. "My energies plus the energies of other dragons from the other flights were feeding into it. Ultraxion was draining our lives away. Nadina saved me from near death."

"And Neltharion created that thing?" asked Calia.

"He did it when he was still Deathwing," said Thrall.

Calia started for the portal, running after her husband.

"I have to stop him!" she called. "He's gonna get himself killed!"

Thrall ran after her and swiftly scooped her up into his arms. She kicked against his strong grip as he pulled her away from the portal.

"No!" she called. "No, let me go! He's gonna get himself killed! He's gonna get himself killed! He's not strong enough to fight that thing! Let me go! I have to save my husband!"

Thrall set her down and held onto her shoulders.

"Agent Hastings," he began. "I'll go after him. Don't worry."

"I have to go with you," said Calia. "I have to go! I have to go..."

Thrall sighed as Aggra approached him. The Mag'ar orc opened her arms up and Calia leaned in, weeping upon her shoulder.

"That stupid idiot is going to get himself killed..." she said sobbing on Aggra's shoulder.

"We all will go through the portal together," said Thrall. "Alright?"

"I'll come with you!" said Ysera.

They turned towards the Green Aspect who had a gleeful smile upon her face.

"My brother will need me to heal him if he gets hurt," said Ysera. "Besides, I want to help him destroy this thing."

"Dreamer," said Thrall. "This thing has the power to kill all the Aspects and their dragons..."

"He still needs help," said Ysera. "If we fail, then we're all dead anyway. It wouldn't matter if I am here or there. My brother needs me and I am going to help him." She walked to the portal. "And while we are there, I will be sending a message to my sister Alexstrasza and the young Spell-Weaver Kalecgos. We'll see if we can dig Nozdormu out of the sand as well. This is a fight all five Aspects must take on. Something tells me Ultraxion would have had the upper hand if it was just four of us, but now we are five again. I am going."

"No sense in arguing with an Aspect," said Siderion. "If you can help us, Ysera..."

"I can!" said Ysera smiling at the black dragon. "Besides, this might be fun."