Yazzoo was woken up by a terrified screech coming from somewhere in the house. The priest shot up out of bed, the scream sounding again. He pushed back the blankets and rushed out of the room. Sairexanaris came out of the room across from his. They headed down the hall and into the spare bedroom where Zorrion was staying. The youngest was thrashing about in bed. Yazzoo hurried over to the bed and grabbed his brother's shoulders.
"Zor! Zor! Zorrion, wake up!" Yazzoo yelled.
Zorrion's eyes snapped open and he shot up in bed, eyes wide and fearful. Yazzoo fell back in surprise. His little brother looked around the room until his gaze fell on him.
"Yazzy?" Zorrion gasped.
A low growl made the brothers and cousin turn. Zorrion's voidwalker hovered in the doorway, its glowing eyes narrowed in a protective manner. Its ether body was tense, ready to protect its master.
"It's okay, Hathmon," Zorrion said. "Everything's okay. There's no danger."
He waved his hand and the voidwalker disappeared back into the void. Zorrion sighed heavily and hung his head. Yazzoo sat down on the bed.
"The nightmare again?" he asked.
Zorrion nodded. "We have to find Tray," he said. "I can't take much more."
Sairexanaris put a hand on his cousin's shoulder. "We'll find him, Zor. I promise. Trisen is in Archeus looking for leads. We'll find him and Thallon."
"I keep dreaming that the Lich King turns Tray into a Death Knight after brutally torturing him," Zorrion said. He wiped tears from his eyes. "They've been missing for a week, now. What if we find them and we're too late?"
Yazzoo took a hold of his shoulders. "Zor, we'll find him, and we'll be on time. That I can promise you."
Trisen leaned on the edge of the railing overlooking the Plaguelands. It had been many years since she had set foot in the Ebon Hold. But, she had no choice, she had to know what had happened to her husband and son. She turned around when she heard footsteps approaching from behind her. Darion Mograine walked up to her. Trisen turned to face him fully.
"Did you find anything?" she asked.
Darion nodded solemnly. "It is as you fear. We have received word that Raenus Shadowstorm is active in Icecrown," he said. "There is also some...worse news."
Trisen swallowed nervously. "What's worse?"
"We have also been told that...the Lich King...Arthas Menethil...has returned," Darion explained.
"What?" Trisen whispered in horror and terror. "That's impossible. Arthas is dead."
"I would not lie to you, Trisen," Darion told her. "Arthas has returned."
"Then, that means..." Trisen's breath caught in her throat. "Arthas has Traylon and Thallon."
"Then, they are no longer among the living," Darion stated grimly. "Arthas is driven by revenge, and you and your group sought to destroy him. He would not take kindly to such an act of treachery."
Trisen looked up at him, her eyes determined. "You don't know Traylon like I do. He's not one to die so easily."
"Trisen," Darion spoke softly, despite his echoing voice. "This is Arthas Menethil. The Lich King."
"Bolvar Fordragon is the Lich King, now," Trisen declared.
"You delude yourself," Darion said.
"So be it. But, my family is in danger, and now I know where they are," Trisen said. "I will gather my men and I will bring my husband and son home."
Darion sighed and shook his head. "Then, I can only wish you good luck."
Trisen's eyes flashed with quiet rage. "It's Arthas who needs the luck," she sneered. "When I see him, I won't make the mistake of going for his heart."
She opened up a Death Gate and stepped towards it.
"If you will not go for his heart, what will you go for?" Darion asked.
Trisen paused and looked over her shoulder. "I'm going to take his head," she snarled.
Yazzoo paced around the living room, hands clasped behind his back, eyes locked on the floor. Sairexanaris stood up against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze on his priest cousin. They had been able to coax Zorrion back to sleep with a sleeping draught, but depending on how severe his brother's nightmares were, Yazzoo doubted the draught would hold. He ran his hands over his face, sighing heavily. Where was Trisen? She should have been back by now. Every minute they spent idling, the longer it would take getting to Traylon and Thallon.
Yazzoo and Sairexanaris looked up when they heard what sounded like a growl coming from the hearth. They turned to see a Death Gate open up in the middle of the room. Trisen walked out into the room, her eyes blazing. Yazzoo felt his heart flutter from the look of hatred in his sister-in-law's eyes.
"What is it? Did you find anything?" he asked.
"Arthas is back," Trisen told him.
"What?" Yazzoo exclaimed.
"Arthas is back?" Zorrion's voice sounded from behind him.
"What's the plan?" Sairexanaris asked.
Trisen clenched her fists. "Gear up, boys. We're going to Icecrown," she said.
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