On the continent of Quel'Salas, will the sun shine golden, or will the waning moon shatter?
"Brother, I'm worried about you."
"Have you fallen for me?"
She was an orphan, adopted by his parents. Poor girl, she didn't know she was an orphan, and thought he was her real brother.
He was a ranger major, the pride of the elven people. He knew she was an orphan, but couldn't bring himself to tell her he wasn't her real brother.
He was the eldest son of the elven king, an arrogant man to whom women were mere playthings, and nothing mattered more than his thirst for magic.
And yet, they all fell in love with her.
"Major, go back and tell your parents that an immeasurable power lies dormant within your sister, a power that could rival the prince himself."
Who is she, really?
Why do her parents always evade questions about her origins?
"I, Kael'thas, will have you."
The lone shadow breaks the moon, hatred surging in her heart.
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