Tomparis let an arrow fly into a wraith. He and Rodonov had been searching for the last two hours. His wolf, armed with the scent of Thallon from a piece of the boy's clothing, had led them through the twisting edifice. The wolf was now sniffing around a wall with two statues standing up against it. They were in the very lower depths of the citadel.

Rodonov looked around the small, cramped chamber. "Why would he lead us here?" he asked.

Tomparis shrugged. "Hell if I know," he replied. "This must be where the scent is coming from."

The wolf scratched at the wall in between the two statues and began to whine. Tomparis went over and scratched behind the wolf's ears.

"What's the matter, boy?" he asked.

The wolf continued to scratch and whine. Rodonov went over and inspected the statues. There was nothing special about them.

"Why here?" he whispered.

He reached up and experimentally pulled the weapon on one of the statues. The brothers fell back as the wall slid to one side, revealing a narrow passageway leading downward. The wolf took off down the staircase. The brothers quickly followed suit. They soon entered a small room at the bottom. And it was there that they were greeted with the most pleasant of sights.

Thallon was fast asleep in the bed. His thumb stuck in his mouth and wrapped in a warm blanket. Rodonov hurried over and knelt down beside the bed. He ran his fingers through his nephew's long hair.

"Thallon. Wake up, buddy," the warlock coaxed.

Thallon stirred and blinked his eyes open. When he saw Rodonov and Tomparis, his face lit up in a bright grin. He held his arms up towards his warlock uncle.

"Oddy," he said.

Rodonov pulled the blanket around Thallon and picked the boy up. At that moment, footsteps echoed down the passageway. The brothers turned to see a Death Knight, whom they could only assume was Raenus Shadowstorm standing in the way.

"How did you find this place?" the Death Knight demanded, drawing his sword.

"Bane, kill," Tomparis commanded.

The wolf growled and struck, taking the Death Knight by surprise. The brothers were able to get around him and up the stairs. Bane jumped off the knight and ran after his master.

"You will not escape!" the voice of the Death Knight rang up after them.

"All we need to do now is get out and get to Dalaran," Tomparis said.

"Yeah. How hard can that be?" Rodonov asked.

Duskcoat buried his fangs deep into the neck of a proto-drake. Its rider fell from its back with an arrow embedded in his chest. Solanlan cut down a swarm of skeleton labourers in one swing. Trisen and Zorrion searched the faces of the slaves, looking for Traylon. Zorrion felt his hopes draining the more he searched. His brother had to be here...somewhere. He just had to.

"Tray!" Zorrion called. "Traylon, where are you?"

Yazzoo looked around. He, too, was feeling the mood dampening effects of what seemed to be a fruitless search.

"By all that is holy, Tray, where are you?" the priest whispered to himself.

"Excuse me?" someone said.

Trisen turned to see a Draenei standing behind her. "Yes?" she asked, her guard going up.

"Are you looking for a Blood Elf mage?" the Draenei asked.

"Yes," Trisen replied, her voice urgent. "Have you seen him? Where is he?"

The Draenei gave her a down cast look. "I fear you are too late, little Death Knight," he said. "He was taken to the Lich King."

"What?!" Zorrion all but screamed.

"Where?" Solanlan pressed.

"At the summit. Where the Scourgelord used to reside," the Draenei answered.

Trisen thanked the Draenei for his help and the group rushed off to find Traylon. They hurried through the cavern to the top. There they found Arthas standing over a beaten, bloody and broken Traylon. The Lich King raised Frostmourne above his head. Before anyone could blink, Solanlan had crossed the gap and slammed his sword against Frostmourne.

The others rushed forward. As Solanlan, Trisen and Sairexanaris took on the Lich King, Yazzoo and Zorrion hurried to their brother's side. Traylon never moved, never acknowledged their presence.

"Tray?" Zorrion asked. "Tray?"

Traylon slowly looked up, his once vibrate green eyes were dull and lifeless. He stared at the faces of his brothers, but it never registered that they were really there. He bowed his head again, closing his eyes.

"Traylon, what's wrong?" Yazzoo asked.

"Death becomes me," Traylon whispered.

"Don't say that!" Zorrion cried. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Tray, look at me," Yazzoo instructed.

His brother did as he was told. Yazzoo's heart shattered from the look. There was nothing of the old Traylon left. Whatever Arthas had tried to do, he had succeeded.

"Tray, you have to listen to me," Yazzoo spoke calmly and evenly. "We're here. Your family is here. We're bringing you home."

"I am home," Traylon said, his voice dull and flat. "I will be reborn a servant to the Lich King, and the pain will be gone."

"And where does that leave us?" Yazzoo asked. "Your brothers? Your cousin? Your friend? Your wife? What about Thallon? What father figure will he have if you're dead?"

"Any day now would be nice," Solanlan called out, dodging a swing from Frostmourne.

A little bit of spark came back to Traylon's eyes at the mention of Thallon's name. Yazzoo and Zorrion saw the spark and fought to fan it.

"Trisen has searched endlessly to find you," Zorrion said. "She never stopped looking. Neither of us did."

The spark began to fan into a flame. The life started to return in Traylon's eyes. He looked up at his brothers as if seeing them for the first time.

"Yaz? Zor?" he breathed, almost in disbelief.

"Yeah, Tray," Yazzoo said, a smile growing on his lips. "We're here. We've found you."

Traylon fell against his eldest brother and broke down into uncontrollable sobs. Yazzoo and Zorrion held their brother close. However, their brotherly bonding moment was interrupted when a yell from the Lich King echoed through the Pit. Trisen turned to the brothers.

"Get him out of here, now!" she screamed.

"Alright, little brother, still got some juice left in ya?" Yazzoo asked, taking Traylon in his arms.

"I can try," Traylon said.

"Good. Teleport to Dalaran would be nice," Yazzoo told him.

"What about the others?" Traylon asked in worry.

"Go!" Solanlan, Trisen and Sairexanaris yelled.

"You heard them," Zorrion said.

Traylon concentrated hard and his hands began to glow with arcane energy. The last thing he saw was Trisen flying towards the Lich King before everything disappeared in a blinding flash of light.

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