Red Snow and Tattered Spires, 3

Day. 5; Valiance Keeps, Courtyard

Many soldiers gathered at the Keep, preparing to move east, towards the Wrathgate. Right to the front-door of the enemy. Gallius is giving some of the men instructions and a last debrief. Varen and Jiine are standing on the wall, looking down to the courtyard. The cold, bitter wind of the north cuts right through any clothes, and they are only at the southern regions of the frozen continent.

“We should tell him.” Jiine pays no attention to the troops below. Her gaze is focused on the east, at the north-east. There, in the distance, the jagged Spires of Ice-Crown Citadel pierce through the cloud, looming menacing over the the lower regions of Northrend.  Somewhere there, the monster Arthas sits on his Frozen Throne, just waiting for the mortals to throw their forces at him, only so they can die and be raised by him as new troops of the damned.

“Don’t you think I already did!? The old fool has only ears for his little ‘prince’ now.” Jiine looks at Varen, her shining teal eyes looking right at him. “But you are his left hand, are you not? You fought together in the Second War. There is a deep connection between your souls. I can sense it!”

“’Soul-Connection’ do not matter, when one is blinded by love.” Varen eyes meet Jiines. “The boy wants to fight, and so his father follows. Only thing we can do now is to minimize the damage.”

“Is that’s why we came along? You already gave up on him…”

“Yes…”

Jiine looks back at the Citadel. “You like to believe your hearth is Fel-scared and cold. But there is more to you. The Light is in all of us. Otherwise, we would not be here.” The Dranei points to the east towards the black walls of Icecrown. “We would be standing on the other-side right now.”

Varen chuckles: “Since when do Shaman believe in the Light?”

“…since Warlocks care about other people.”

Varens smile disappears from his face and his gaze falls back down at the courtyard.