The royal guards stood vigilant on the sides of the bridle to the spire. I couldn't help but feel anxious. The scenario of being attacked and killed by them was ever present in my mind. Why did I even come back here?

Shaestra and Aelana both walked behind me as I entered the main room. It was a large circular room with a prominent figure seated in the middle. I recognised him as Lor'themar, he had been Sylvanas's second in command so I had already met him years before. To think he would be the one to lead our people, that idea would have been ridiculous back then. He did seem to be in worse state now. A nasty scar adorned the left side of his face, seemingly damaging his eye as well, causing it to grow less brightly than the other. Despite that, he still seemed to be the confident warrior he was known as.

He dismissed the guards with a quick gesture and waited until they had left the room before he rose his intimidating figure. I stood frozen as he walked to us.

"Angel Silverlight," he finally spoke.

I looked him in the eyes and saw no surprise.

"I am glad you came back here, I can't say I would have done the same in your situation, I admire your resolve."

I didn't know whether to take these words seriously but they were from the regent lord so I accepted them with a nod.

"You and Aelana saved many lives by discovering and quickly reacting to this threat, before I even heard about it. you saved one of our villages and opened the way to reclaiming the Ghostlands from the scourge, I simply cannot thank you enough, but I will do whatever is in my power to do so. If there is anything you wish for I will grant it if it's in my power."

"The only thing I really want is a home with my people my lord. I don't want to be seen as some kind of monster, even though I may look that way to some."

He laughed. I don't know what was so funny but it helped me feel more comfortable around him nonetheless. He shifted to the attitude that I remembered him having, before this... mess. It was one that was much less formal than what he had to go by these days it seems.

"I am sorry, you will have to excuse me for that but the irony is so strong. To me, you look exactly like what your names suggests, you even have the wings to go with it."

He may have been right, I pretty much looked like an elf with wings, only much paler, much much paler, hell, I was completely white. And blue. But still, I was made this way for the scourge, and I hated them with passion.

"Please don't call me lord, we both know I never wanted to be in this position, I think it's the same for you, and I need to make the best of it, as do you, it doesn't leave me less impressed however."

He paused for a bit while looking me over.

"Honestly, I feel guilty for not getting to know you better back then, I had always taken Sylvanas's good words about you for granted."

I heard Shaestra giggle behind me.

"My lord, I am afraid that if you go any further, Aelana will get angry with you."

"I told you not to call me that, and what do you mean she will get angry?"

"I am already taken"

"I had no intention of hitting on you if that's what you think I was doing."

Okay, that was awkward. I think Shaestra set me up there by that stupid giggling of hers, tricking me into believing the regent lord was hitting on me. Damnit.

Shaestra burst out in laughter and Aelana shyly looked my way.

I swear I would make the huntress pay for that.

"There was something else for which I called you here," Lor'themer continued, "I have received a message from a death knight, I believe her name was Kitty."

That name piqued my interest. "What did she say?"

"She had an object sent go her bank stash, I got a message from her asking me to show it to you, she said you may have the answer to why it is acting strange. That is all the message said, I do not know what it is or what is so strange about it, I have no permission to open it. I had it delivered here, so if you would follow me, please."

We followed him into one of the smaller siderooms, Shaestra kept on laughing and irritating me until the regent lord spoke again.

"I have no idea what it is, it is quite heavy however, and quite important."

On a table stood a wooden crate of about the length of my arm. It was a simple rectangular wooden box.

He pointed to it, "It's yours, open it wherever you want, if you don't mind though, I am very curious as to what this fuzz is about."

"I get it, I get it. Fine, I will open it here if you can just step back a few steps please, I don't want you getting hurt."

"And what about you?" Aelana asked.

"I am only asking this because Kitty specifically mentioned it was for me, I am sure she knows what she is doing and that nothing will happen to me, I just want to be careful."

After searching for a way to open it but finding none I decided to plunge my sword in it to remove the lid. It was sealed tightly but it did the trick, some dust blowing in my face as it was removed. I looked into it and saw something too familiar. That's when it came back to me in a shock. The dream. Kitty handing me the package of clothes. Unwrapping it. The contents. I didn't realise what was going on around me for a while until I heard Aelana's voice. She was holding me from behind, precenting me from falling over.

"Angel, what's going on?" her voice pulled me back.

"I already know what's inside, Kitty gave it to me before. I saw what was inside when I was 'gone' so to say after the incidents in the Ghostlands."

"What is it then?" Lor'Themar asked impatiently.

"Inside the clothes it is wrapped in, you will find Quel'Delar, the sister blade.

"Impossible," Lor'Themar exclaimed as he ran to the table. He eagerly unwrapped the package that revealed the famed sword.

"Unbelievable, but how did it find its way here?"

I thought for a moment. "I believe that in my dream Kitty told me that one of her friends in the Ashen Verdict recovered it while they were fighting their way through the citadel," I paused for a bit, thinking, after he died in the citadel it has been in her possession since until it started acting odd a few days after the Lich King died."

"And do you know why ?" he inquired.

"I do not, that's why she sent this to me."

The regent lord's gaze was still fixated on the blade, which seemed to as perfect as the day it was crafted centuries ago. It had fought in many wars and served several people over the years but it was still as new.

"Do you mind if I have a look?"

"Go ahead, it's yours."

I took the blade and focused with my eyes closed. I felt a familiar chill flow through me, a chill I never hoped to feel again. Despite being near immune to the cold, I could always feel the chill of Icecrown Citadel in my soul. Quel'delar emitted this same chill, except that it was different in some way. It was calling for something, or rather, someone. That, I could feel.

"Lana." I whispered, my eyes still closed.

"What?" the regent lord asked.

"Lana'thel."

"What about her?"

"The sword is calling to her."

Lor'Themar shook his head.

"As far as I know she died on an expedition to kill the Lich King a few years ago."

"That's right, but he raised her and her followers to form the San'Layn. I thought they were all killed in the assault. Why is this blade calling for her?"

"Did you see her die then?" Shaestra casually asked.

"No, I was on my way to the citadel when it happened, I guess I was lucky to not see her die, I would have been dead too."

"So, she could still be in there?" she continued.

"I highly doubt that."

"Guess we got to find out then."

"Oh no, there is no way I am going back there, I am not setting another foot in that cursed place."

"Angel," Aelana spoke softly, "if she is still alive, isn't she free from the Lich king now that he ia dead?"

I didn't respond.

"I think it's only fair to try and find her."

I sighed, I didn't want to go back there after everything that I had to do for him. I hated that place. I don't know why but apparently Aelana convinced me to do so anyway. I loved her more than anything and I kind of knew she was right.

"Fine."