Two years later...
Trisen was woken up by the sound of a terrified cry. She shot up in bed, looking around. Traylon was sitting up in bed, eyes wide with fear.
"Tray?" Trisen asked, no daring to touch him in fear of him lashing out.
Traylon looked over at her. "Tris?" he breathed. "Wh-where...?"
"You're home. In Silvermoon," Trisen assured him. "You're safe."
Traylon put a hand over his eyes, trying to calm his rapid breathing. Trisen rubbed his back. He had been plagued by nightmares and night terrors for the last two years. She knew it was because of what Arthas had put him through in the Pit of Saron, and the healers in Dalaran had told her it could take years, if not decades, for him to return to a normal mental state.
"Ann'da? Minn'da?" came a small voice from the doorway.
"Come in, Thall," Trisen said.
Thallon walked over to Traylon's side of the bed. "Did the bad guys start hurting you again, Ann'da?" he asked.
Traylon put a hand on his son's head. "Yes, little one. They did," he replied.
Thallon held up a toy sword. "Uncle Solan is teaching me how to fight bad guys," he said. "I can stop them from hurting you, Ann'da."
Traylon reached down and picked him up. "Is that so?" he asked.
Thallon lightly touched his sword against Traylon's head. He held it there for a moment before lowering it again.
"There," he said.
"I feel a lot better. What did you do?" Traylon asked.
"You are now blessed with the Light," Thallon stated with a wide smile. "No bad guys can hurt you now because you are blessed with the Light."
Trisen and Traylon smiled and chuckled. Traylon hugged Thallon close.
"Thank you, Thall," he said.
"Can I stay here with you and Minn'da?" Thallon asked. "That way I can be here if the bad guys decide to come back."
"Of course," Trisen told him.
Thallon climbed under the sheets between his parents. The family of three settled down under the blankets. With everyone tucked safely in bed, they all fell into a restful, dreamless sleep.
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