Epilogue: Shadows.

They appeared back in the Wyrmrest Temple in the blink of an eye, but quickly realised that something was wrong. Arthas, Muradin and Falstad were gone, along with the Vrykul and Alexstrasza's loyal guards.

"My queen?" a Drakonid asked, quickly climbing the last few steps after hearing them arrive. "Is everything alright?"

"Deathwing is dead, and it appears the Legion is coming," she said curtly, before her tone shifted to one of concern. "Why do you ask?"

"Lord Uther arrived half an hour ago, he demanded to be taken down to the Vaults," the drakonid explained. "He said it was urgent, a matter of life and death."

"The Vaults are flooded, is he still down there?" Ysera asked.

"No, he ordered us to boil the water, to clear the vaults so he could retrieve something." The Drakonid replied. "We did as he commanded and left him alone when he went into the vaults."

"And when he came out?" Jaina asked.

"He… I do not know," the Drakonid paused. "We were more focused on tending to the wounded and ensuring that there were no surviving Twilight dragons."

Suddenly Alleria came to, clinging to Veresa and looking around wildly, a look of complete terror in her eyes.

"Where am I?" She immediately asked, a hand moving for her dagger.

"The Wyrmrest Temple, Northrend, Azeroth." Ysera said, holding the eldest Windrunner by the shoulders, seeming to calm her with her touch. "You're safe!"

"The Legion…" Alleria stammered, looking at the Dragonflights still terrified.

"The Legion is coming, we have been repeatedly warned of their arrival," Alexstrasza interrupted. "You're safe here young one."

"Who are you people?" Alleria asked, looking around but freezing on Vereesa and Sylvanas. "Sisters?"

"You're safe Alleria, we're both here for you," Vereesa said softly. "These are our allies, Jaina Proudmoore, and the four surviving Dragon Dragonflight leaders; Nozdormu, Kalecgos, Ysera and Alexstrasza."

"Lord Uther is… missing." Sylvanas said, not sure how to describe the missing paladin.

"Lord Uther! He's in grave danger!" Alleria said, becoming scared immediately upon hearing his name. "I came… to warn him…"

"Of what?" Jaina asked.

"The Legion!" she stammered.

"We know they're coming, we are preparing everything we have to face them." Alexstrasza said calmly, but it had no effect.

"The Legion are not alone!" Alleria said quickly. "They sent a herald to prepare Azeroth for invasion, and to find powerful allies."

"Herald? You're the only new arrival sister," Sylvanas smiled. "The last thing to arrive was…"

"Who is the herald?" Jaina asked, fearing the answer.

"Ner'zhul!" Alleria breathed, before passing out again, clearly her ordeal had been far greater than returning to Azeroth. It was clear she was malnourished and had been deprived of sleep, as Sylvanas could feel her ribcage through her clothes, and it was only under the Temple orbs, that bags were visible under Alleria's eyes.

"Ysera, look after her!" Alexstrasza commanded, before; she, Jaina, Sylvanas and Vereesa hurried down to the Vaults. Ysera lay Alleria down on the floor, placing the ranger's head in her lap, and chanting a spell in her draconic tongue.

They found the Vault room almost untouched, with only one vault door half-open. When they opened the door, their hearts sank even further in their chests. Inside were the shattered remains of Frostlight, and the discarded armour, which Uther had been wearing. The final nail in the emotional coffin, was the dragonscale pendant given to him by Alexstrasza, its cord snapped as if ripped from Uther's neck.

"What was in here?" Sylvanas asked, watching the Dragon Queen cradle the broken pendant.

"The Lich King's armour," she said weakly. "My Lord Uther… he's gone."

"And Ner'zhul is loose with the most famous hero as his puppet, with all the Lightbringer's knowledge at his disposal." Sylvanas said through gritted teeth. "We have to prepare for this, warn our allies not to trust him until we get Uther back, otherwise the Lich can cripple our defences before the Legion arrives."

"I'm on it!" Jaina said, quickly teleporting away in the blink of an eye.

"While we're down here, there's someone we should talk to," Alexstrasza said, tying the pendant around her wrist and walking over to an unopened vault.

"I was wondering when you would come to me," the man inside said merrily when the door opened. "Where is your Paladin friend?"

"Gone," Sylvanas said simply. "Who are you, and how can you help us stop the Legion?"

"Who I am can wait. And I can help you stop the Legion, because I... am the reason for the Legion's return. Years ago, I brought the orcs to this world, and by doing so, I opened a path for the demons as well. For my sins I was murdered by those who I cared for most. Despite my death, war raged across the lands of the east for many years, leaving entire kingdoms devastated in its wake. Now at long last I have returned to set things right." the man said, getting to his feet and pulling his hood up over his head.

"But that means you're…" Sylvanas stammered.

"I... am Medivh, The Last Guardian. I tell you now, the only chance for this world is to unite in arms against the enemies of all who live." Medivh smiled, emphasising 'all' as if he knew about Ner'zhul. He stepped calmly out of the Vault, finding no resistance from the heroes. Medivh gave them a complimentary bow, before speaking again. "Let the game begin."

Fin.

This story will conclude in; Uther: Guardians and Demons.

-AN-

And that wraps up the War of the Dragon Aspects, and I felt that I really needed to put the stakes at an all time high for the third and final part of my Uther trilogy, (Because having just our heroes versus the Legion seemed a bit too simple.)

As of this moment there is no estimated time for when the final story will begin posting, but I will update the description of this story when it does.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this adventure, and will stick around for the final part. I've had so much fun writing this, and its fair to say I have grand plans for the ending of this trilogy.

NilioJ13.