I hadn't dared to believe my father was still alive. I was convinced both my parents had died when I saw the ruins of our village. Of the empty spot where our house used to be. They couldn't have survived, there was no way. Yet here I was, my wings around him, embracing Loranis Silverlight, my father. He had loved me for three hundred and three years before I was separated from him on the blackest day of our history.

I looked up to him, his long black hair was completely drenched. His face looked as if he had aged a few hundred years, and a few more scars were showing compared to the last time I saw him, but his fel green eyes sparked with renewed energy.

I glanced over at Sylvanas, she didn't flinch, and remained her usual cold posture.

I broke the hug and looked at him.

"I'm so glad you're well, I'm sure you have lots of questions for me but we should take care of that somewhere else."

He nodded, eyes closed.

"You can say that."

I led him to the room we stayed in. He seemed a lot more shocked at seeing Lana'thel then me in, well, "scourge" state.

"Long story," I told him, "please sit down."

The others seemed intrigued as I led him to a chair so I didn't waste too much time before introducing him. I introduced everyone to my father and my father to them. Then I started explaining. I explained what happened that day, what happened to me afterwards. How I met Aelana and the others. Then I told him about our work in the Undercity and the strange events in Lordaeron.

He teared up again at some point.

"I don't care what you look like, you are still yourself. Your mother would be glad to see you're safe."

"What happened to her?" I instantly regretted asking.

"Anariella was killed while healing the wounded in the village, I killed any scourge that came near her and took her body away before they could turn her. I left her hidden in the woods before rejoining the fight, when I came back, everything was gone. I would have died too had I not run away. I later buried her next to you."

He sobbed slightly and I hated myself for it.

Aelana helped me soothe him, as she always comforted people.

"She was a priestess too, you know," I whispered, taking hold of one of Aelana's hands on the table.

I sighed. My mother had always been such a sweet soul, very much like Aelana. I guess that's why they both chose to be priestesses. It did fit them well.

I don't know what was worse. Knowing I wouldn't see her again, or not having been able to say goodbye. I started to miss her, she would have enjoyed Aelana's company and I am sure they would have been good friends.

I stood up and hugged my father from behind, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Thank you."

"For what? I ran away." He shook his head.

"You saved yourself, and you saved my mother from them, that's all that matters. It was the best you could do, you had no chance of surviving if you had stood and fought. You did the right thing, believe me."

He calmed down slightly.

"Believe me, I was way too lucky to be turned into this. I have seen to what people can turn into. You saved her and yourself from a fate worse than death."

"I suppose you're right," he sighed, looking at Aelana who gave him an awkward smile.

Before he could ask anything there was a nock on the door. Shaestra opened the door to reveal one of Sylvanas's dark rangers. She explained that she bore a message for Alethi, who in her turn stood up and accepted the parchment. She read through it quickly before notifying us.

"I am to report back to the church of Light in Silvermoon. They want my findings on that poison we had to deal with."

She sighed deeply.

"So long before I got to see you again Aelana, and now I need to leave already, I am sorry."

Aelana was saddened by the news.

"That's unfortunate, I promise we will get back to Silvermoon soon so we can do some catching up in better circumstances."

Alethi smiled, "Thanks Aelana."

And with that, she left the room.

After she left my father looked at Aelana again, making me nervous.

"Father please."

"You like her don't you?" his older, more direct personality surfaced. I felt relieved, he didn't seem in emotional pain that much anymore.

It still caught me off guard though, making me blush.

"Yes I do."

He let out a small grin.

"I thought so, I'm glad to see my daughter has an eye for beauty."

Aelana was embarrassed by that, to my father's delight. He actually laughed. Well, I couldn't blame him. Seeing Aelana like that was just the cutest thing in the world.

I decided to grab him something to eat while he was inquiring Lana'thel on her story. We still had plenty of pumpkin soup left. I easily reheated the pot with a bit of holy fire. I filled a glass with melon juice for him as well and brought it to him.

He thankfully started eating while Lana'thel told her story of which most was already known to my father. She went to Northrend with Kael'thas and disappeared, that was widely known, the rest was a mystery to him, until now. He was clearly repulsed by the Lich King's actions on her and his own people.

"What about the rest of the San'layn?"

Lana'thel shook her head.

"Not a single one of them survived, I don't even know how I survived. They left me for dead in a way I would not like to describe, Angel saw it herself I don't think she, Aelana or Shaestra would like to describe in how bad of a state I was. My mental sanity was gone too, he made sure of that. I heard I should be thankful to Shaestra for returning that. "

"Shaestra..." my father pondered.

"Sunblossom?"

"Yes." She replied.

"I thought I heard that name before. Angel might have dropped it once or twice. You two were assigned to missions together if I recall correctly."

Shaestra nodded. "That's right, they were mostly observance missions though, meant more as a project to have the Farstriders work together with the other organisations like the Magisters."

He finished his soup and I refilled his bowl, knowing him longer than today, whenever he came home from training he used to be in a similar state.

"Thank you my angel." He smiled.

"That's got to be the first time I hear that one." I rolled my eyes in feigned annoyance.

"You don't seem to have too much trouble with your current state, why should I?" He grinned.

"Because it wasn't worth it." I replied sharply not knowing that that was what he was referring to. "I lost you, my mother and my life to gain this kind of power. I was on the verge of committing suicide when, then I found Aelana. I was mentally tortured and my spirit was torn apart. To this day I still get mental breakdowns, although rarely at this point. Yes I can live with this and don't mind it at all anymore, it has its advantages for sure, but it was not worth it."

I was glad to get that off my chest. Although maybe I overreacted.

"I am sorry, you're right."

He continued eating in silence for a while. After a while I stroke his hair.

"It's okay. I am kind of your angel I guess."

Another knock on the door. I opened it this time to find one of the Deathguard Elite holding the hilt with my father's sword in it. I accepted and thanked him for returning it. I assume they took it from him earlier when I was led to him. I had to know he brought it with him though, he never went without it. The sword itself was massive in size and a fairly standard longsword, although it had been in our family for years and endlessly reforged and sharpened, the essence of the previous owners still lingered in the blade today, it guided its wielder. My father already told me this at a very young age. I laid it on the table before him.

"Thanks, I was wondering when I would get that back."

I sat down across from him looking at the hilt unintentionally.

My father took a sip of his juice after finishing his second bowl of soup and looked at me. .

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"I, I do not know. My emotions are all over the place and I can't seem to control them. I am happy, sad, angry, everything at once. My memories are... I don't know. I am also felling, tired? I don't know anymore. You need to realize that it's become rare for me to feel that way since I hardly need sleep. My mind... Mother no!"

Everything went dark and I knew I had fallen off of my chair from the impact on my back.

"Aelana save me!" I screamed.

I felt two hands on my forehead that drove the darkness away. They were Aelana's. She was sitting behind me on the floor, her arms still on my forehead. I was sobbing, I don't know why. I didn't know what was going on with me.

"Please, please, please." I begged.

"Shh, I am here my love."

I needed a few minutes before I could function again.

I think I was tired. Exhausted rather.

My father seemed shocked.

"Will you be okay?"

"I feel alright now, but I think I am in need of sleep."

"I should as well, I got here as soon as I heard someone with your name was going to Undercity. I didn't stop once on the way here. Thank you so much for the meal."

"You're welcome dad." I smiled.

Aelana, sweet as she was, didn't want to leave me and went to bed with me. My father occupied a bed at the other side of the room. Shaestra and Lana'thel went out with Nora who had been happily sleeping throughout the commotion, not even my screaming had woken her up apparently.

Aelana kept me in a close embrace, kissing me before we both fell asleep.

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