When we went downstairs the next morning we joined the others for breakfast. During that my father walked in and invited us to his home, he even mentioned he had something I might like. Naturally, I was curious, and gladly accepted the invitation.

Lana'thel and Shaestra seemed to have other plans as they said they would go out for a while. Shaestra said they would be back at the inn around noon.

I wondered what they were up to.

Aelana finished her breakfast and followed me and Loranis. He walked across the street and entered the first building .

"You couldn't tell me that you literally lived twenty metres from where we spent the night?" I said as I walked in.

I couldn't stay mad at him for long as I smelt the scent of apple pie and the noise from the kitchen.

I doubt she would even eat it herself but she had always loved baking. It was no odd sight to see her in the kitchen so I wasn't at all surprised that she went back to doing what she loved.

Her figure came floating towards us and welcomed me home. She seemed euphoric.

"Where are your friends?" she asked after a while.

"They are out for a bit. Can't blame them, they have been together with us for a while now."

"Oh, I see, when they come back, tell them to stop by, you know why."

"I do, and they would meet us at the inn at noon."

"Excellent, it should be done by then."

I knew we didn't have any significant need for food, but looked forward to a nice piece of apple pie. I doubted Lana'thel needed any convincing after smelling it herself. I almost shed a tear out of happiness. I was glad to see their lives continue as if nothing happened, even though everthing happened.

Knowing I was terrible at hiding my curiosity I decided to ask rather than to wait until it became apparent enough for my father to start toying with it.

"You said you had something for me?"

He nodded.

"I am surprised you didn't actually figure it out yet, as it meant a lot to you."

He took my hand ànd put something in it before closing it again.

I opened it to find the one item I cared about so much. It was a silver necklace of a beautiful angel. It had once belonged to my mother. She received it from the Silvermoon church when she finished her priest training. According to their stories it had been the centre of my attention when I was but a few days old. Whenever my mother would carry me I would fondle with her necklace. So they decided to give it to me when I was about ten years old. For me, it symbolised the light that my mother had always followed, which I followed too, be it in a different way. Not a day had gone by since then without me wearing it. It had been blessed by my mother and I could feel her love for me in the essence she left behind in it wherever I went. I had it with me on the day I died. I had clutched it tightly as I bled out, thinking about my mother and father, praying to the light that it would save me. Somehow it must have ended up with my father again.

I was brought back to reality by Aelana who wiped a tear off my face.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

"Yes, I'm okay, just... you know..."

She smiled.

"I understand."

I swear she was the sweetest person I've ever come across.

"Thank you father, it still means a lot to me."

Had the light truly saved me? I don't know for certain. I suppose in a way it had by breaking me from Arthas's will and thus sparing my life, or whatever was left of it anyway. Not being raised might have been better, but I realised I would never have met Aelana either. Would she have died had I not been there? To think this necklace indirectly saved her would be jumping to conclusions but there was always that slight chance.

My mother came back into the living room holding three cups of tea. She placed them on the table before sitting down herself (as far as you could call that sitting). It just looked so weird without legs. I bet she didn't mind but I found it very weird to look at. It might be something I could help with, if she would allow it that is..

I giggled as Loranis and Aelana took very careful sips trying not to burn their tongues. As I started drinking it as if it were lemonade. I had always preferred my tea cold, but right now, it didn't matter anyway. My taste was still fine, I just didn't feel temperatures that much. Besides, Aelana's expressions were always a lovely sight in these kinds of situations.

"So," my mother started, "what are you two up to?"

"We were staying in Undercity before we came here. We are awaiting word from Sylvanas."

"Calm down for a bit, your father didn't fill me in on this, first off, what is this 'Undercity' you speak of? Second of all, Sylvanas? You mean THE Sylvanas?"

"Sylvanas Windrunner, yes. She was raised as a banshee, which you are right now basically. She broke free from Arthas when he was weakened and recovered her own body. She then started a faction known as the 'Forsaken' which consists of everyone who broke free from the Lich King's influence and took residence in the catacombs beneath Lordaeron, they call it the Undercity."

"I can't believe it, and you said you were expecting word from her? What's going on?"

"You see..." I paused for a moment, "I don't know if you have heard about 'Deathwing' the massive black dragon who has gone insane. Unfortunately, he has returned, and with his return, he destroyed or reshaped several areas on Azeroth. We had a massive tidal wave hit Lordaeron while we were there, so we decided to help those poor people out. It seems the worst is over now. We are waiting to see how we continue."

My mother gasped during my story, even though she needed no air, she was shocked by the news."

"I have heard of him, yes. I thought he was defeated by the aspects."

"That's what all history books say." I pointed out. "Seems they were wrong. He is back and ready to destroy this world. As far as we have heard, the Barrens are literally split in two."

"Sounds like you have your hands full then."

I sighed.

"We all do." Aelana filled in.

We informed my mother of any changes that had happened after her death. I don't think she particularly liked the part about being in a faction with the trollls.

"Hey, where the hell were you two?" Came from behind us after a while.

I turned around to see Lana and Shaestra walk up to us.

"And what is this wonderful smell? You got some explaining to do."

I then realised I had completely forgotten our appointment at the inn.

"That's my homemade apple pie, you want some?" My mother cheerfully asked.

"If you don't mind, I'd love some, miss Silverlight." She politely accepted.

She cut us all a piece and looked delighted as everyone enjoyed it.

If only this day could last forever. I was afraid it didn't, soon after we got a message from a mage, bearing a message that our presence was requested back in undercity.

With pain in my heart I said goodbye to my parents, knowing it was a terrible idea to take them wherever we had to go. I thanked them for everything and waved them goodbye while we stepped through a portal.

Everything after that went way too fast for my liking. We arrived in the Royal Quarter where Sylvanas was waiting for us. She told us that Ysera had made an appearance in mount Hyjal and was assisting in fending off Ragnaros's forces. They had done so successfully until now. Sulfuron spire acted as a portal to the Firelands from which more of Ragnaros's forced poured forward every day. Sylvanas had already sent forward a small army to assist in the defense of Hyjal, but she could spare no more to attack and destroy the Lord of Fire in his own domain, which is where we came in.

My head tilted from all the information in such a small timeframe.

"I assume there will be more forces prepared to launch an attack?"

"Yes, but I do not exactly know who and how many, you should go fast, time is of the essence!"

This sounded like we were thrown straight into Hell's heart. This whole idea sounded like a suicide mission were it not for the confidence Sylvanas showed us as she guided us to a portal. And of course, the fact that I was already dead. On the other end of the portal we found black soil, charred trees and a massive tower like building in a pool of lava. Looking around I saw several Horde soldiers, mainly druids fighting off some lesser elementals coming from that tower. They were aided by several Alliance soldiers, mainly druids again. The few blood elves and forsaken present seemed both shocked and energised by our appearance.

"Do we have any information on what is within?" I asked a few of them.

"Nothing," one of the forsaken responded, "Not a single one has returned."

"Great, I will take a look myself then."

As I turned away to walk to the portal in the spire, Aelana halted me. "Angel!"

I turned to her.

"Please be careful." She gave me a quick kiss.

"I will, don't worry, I will return to you in one piece."

I drew Heaven's Descent before I flew up and over the bulk of fire elementals coming our way. Looking back I saw Aelana eagerly waiting and an Alliance commander halting a few of their archers from firing at me. It seems somebody sent word to them. At least I didn't have to worry about a hail of arrows coming my way now.

I cut down two larger much more intimidating looking elementals who guarded the portal. It seemed the innate icy chill from Icecrown provided good cover against their attacks. I flew through the portal and almost immediately regretted that I still had my sense of smell. The stench of sulphur was overwhelming here. It slowed down my reaction time by enough to almost get hit by a massive fiery boulder coming my way. I dodged it in the end by flying upwards but scolded myself for losing focus.

I looked at the source of what had caused the boulder to fly my way and found a massive molten rock-like giant staring my way, seemingly unhappy that it had missed me. There was no way I could cut that thing down with a sword alone. Looking further I saw that at least five more of these creatures lumbered around this giant flying plateau we were on. Core hounds, scorpions and flame infused spiders all roamed this infernal place as well. I flew around some more, observing the area and taking mental notes when a flame hawk found its attention in me. I struck it down without too much effort but found that there were more heading my way. This would be extremely hard with the forces we had. But at least I had some insight on the creatures here. With plans already forming in my head I flew back to the portal. A quick glance allowed me to see that a pack of skeleton like flaming dogs had followed me, accompanied by a large amount of lesser elementals.

I exited this realm and found myself back on Azeroth, shouting to everyone to get ready for combat. I landed next to Aelana as we prepared to make a stand.