Ornate statues, brilliant golden fixtures that glistened and glittered in the bright sunlight... Silvermoon City, though in the process of being rebuilt from the ruins of Arthas's attack, was magnificent in every sense of the world.

Far better than the nasty Tyr's Hand that Shaaira had grown up in.

"Come along girls," Kreo said when he noticed the his daughters had not continued following him into Farstrider's Square. Shaaira's sapphire-hued eyes fixated on him and gripped the toddler's hand at her side tightly.

"Lets go Meirelle. Perhaps Father will let us explore later on."

She started on after the man who seemed to have grown worn and haggard since the death of Cirvani, his wife and mother of both Shaaira and Meirelle. Becoming introverted and cold, it seemed almost as if he lived his every day looking for a way to bring back his old life, before the struggles and hardships of war and famine took away everything that ever mattered to him...

...and left him with two children he knew nothing about caring for.

"No, Shay!" Meirelle protested for a moment, a tiny golden flash releasing from her littler hand and causing Shaaira to pull away. Her flesh was red and raw from the bit of holy that her younger sister had burned her with. With a quick glance towards Kreo, she knelt down and picked the girl up on her hip.

"Mei... what did we say about that?"

She pouted, her fire red hair falling into her eyes. "Its a secret." Shaaira hurried to catch up with him, carrying her sister still.

"Right. And who do we not let see the secret?" Mei chanced a look back up at the older Chaand'i and made a thoughtful face.

"Papa?"

"Right, you've got it kiddo." She mussed her red locks up, eliciting a giggle from her as they followed their Father passed where they had seen him train within the new Blood Knight Order Lady Liadrin had formed. Neither child knew a whole lot about it, but from how the head of their modest House spoke, they were in a war and he was dead set that he'd found a way to let Athan's legacy live on.

They followed him through a marble doorway just north of his normal area of training, following him down a winding stairway into somewhere they could only guess was restricted access. Long dark halls adorned with vividly colored silk tapestries lined the navy and gold walls on their way down, and for the first time, Shaaira was slightly glad for their father's decision to move them here. It was beautiful, and the home that they had fixed them up with was nicer than anything they'd seen before.

"Huh! Shay! Do you hear it?"

Shaaira looked around, trying to find what it was that had given her sister such an astonished look in her eyes, but she found nothing. Kreo only stopped before a doorway into a larger room and smiled. "There may be hope for you yet, Meirelle." There was a bit of mirth in his tone that neither had heard for awhile before his voice returned to its gruff and monotone forcefullness once more. "Shaaira, come."

She set Meirelle down, taking her hand with the other that she hadn't hit earlier with her inadverdant spark of holy energy and led her down to where their father was waiting for them. Before her she found a strange being, large and blue that seemed to be suspended in the air though nothing held it. Magisters around it from everywhere silphoned energy from in a continuous stream, yet their source never seemed to tire, never protested.

"This is M'uru, a being called a Naaru. Lady Liadrin has graced us with a solution to your iproblem/i," Kreo informed with an unreadable look towards her. She paled, looking at the being with a frown.

"A solution?"

He nodded and led them further into the room before a rather young and energetic looking Magister approached them. "Kreo! Let me look at you, a Knight already. It seems like you were just a hopefull when we met."

"Alastor Bloodsworn. These are my daughters, Meirelle and our newest hopeful, Shaaira."

"W-what?" Shaaira looked at him with disbelief in her eyes, wondering if she had heard him correctly.

He smiled politely at Alastor who bent down to take Meirelle's hand. "How about you and I go get some ice cream? I have some Tigule and Foror's Strawberry Ice Cream upstairs." The little girl seemed to seriously contimplate this before grasping his hand and nodding.

"Kay," she said simply as he hoisted her into his arms and carried her away. Kreo waited until the two of them were gone before turning back towards M'uru.

"You of all people understand what the loss of Athan's what to me. He was the one hope of having our name remembered, especially with your... ihandicap/i." He began, Shaaira looking down at the ground as he hinted at her lack of affinity for magic. She'd been born numb to everything magic, rather it be wielding it or sensing it.

"I am sorry I cannot be Athanasious, Father."

There was a long silence between them before he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Now apparently I have another magically bereft daughter who is the cause of the loss of my dear Cirvani..." He takes a deep breath. "Now you can give me something back that I lost. Join the Blood Knights, take M'uru's light. You will have a purpose and better yet, it will be like Athans never left us."

Shaaira kept her eyes on the floor, almost wanting to shy completely away from her Father's touch. What he was doing was wrong, a child as she may have been, even she could see that. Somewhere along all the heartache and pain, he'd lost his sense of the future and only sought to reclaim the past.

Hopefully she could save Meirelle from being another sacrafice of his.

"Alright, Father."

For the first time in a long while, he smiled, leading her forward into the room. To her Father, she was a bit of hope at having his boy back again, to he Magisters, she was nothing but a nameless experement.

But to herself, she was nothing. She was just Shaaira Isis Chaand'i and she existed only to serve.