Last Christmas

Chapter 3

Author's notes:

Hey :) As I announced during the preview of the 19th chapter of "My home is where my heart lies", I'm going to post the 3rd chapter of "Last Christmas" first.
Here's the 3rd chapter, hope you'll like it :D

PS. It was translated from my Polish version of the text, at least to some extent.
PS.PS. I'm sorry, it's shorter than I initially thought, but my free time is getting reduced to zero, slowly.

As always, thank you for everything, and see you next time :D

Changelog:
2021-02-23: A preview was posted.
2021-02-26: A whole chapter was posted.

Writing schedule (for the next 2 weeks):
- "My home is where my heart lies",
- "Family tree".

Of course, the schedule is flexible, if you want me to write something else, let me know in the comments :D

End of author's notes:

Illidan was not even given the opportunity to reach the vestibule of his house. Even though he heard the door opening's sound, after that, the silence fell onto the building. The only sounds that he could still hear were the cheerful crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Passing through one of many estate's corridors, someone bumped into him. Due to him not being prepared for the impact, he fell onto the wooden floor, pulling someone alongside him. Three soft whines could be heard a moment later, followed by the warm, feminine laughter. Without even looking at the newcomers, the demon hunter was more than sure that these were his children, his three beautiful daughters.

The raven-haired man allowed the laughter to fill the hallway, to surrounds him before fixing his golden eyes at the source of the pleasant sounds. As it was to be expected, his daughters were laying on top of him, smiling playfully. Out of them all, Shandis was in the worst possible position due to being first and carrying the others' weight. Shandis was a tall woman of intense dark-blue hair that reached halfway down her back. Her face was noble yet fierce. The same could be said about her eyes, at least to some extent. The cold, silver eyes of the general were nearly always narrowed, spectating, seeking weaknesses. However, currently, they were showing affection, happiness.

Directly on Shandis's back, Sammara could be spotted. The snowy-white-haired woman was Illidan's oldest daughter of his own blood. Her hair was not as long as her older sister. Still, it was long. Her facial features could be compared to the marble figures of the gods. Sammara's face was bright, so innocent, so noble, yet so fierce. The daughter could be an excellent analogy to the sea. Most of the time, she could be sweet, calm, caring, helpful, yet when the violence was needed, she would never back down, facing the obstacles on the frontline. Just like the sea, she could be an ally or an enemy. Sammara was so like her mother. Every single time the demon hunter looked at his 2nd oldest daughter, his heart was cut into small pieces.

Last but not least was Serathi. Opposite to Sammara, Serathi inherited more from Illidan. Her features were sharper, her hair thick and black as the night. Just like Sammara, the youngest of the three had shinny, golden eyes. They were the direct Illidan's heritage. So few of their people had the orbs of molten gold.

Each of them was already an adult, beautiful woman who took the peoples' breaths away. Even though there was a massive gap between them in terms of age, they got along great. To some extent, sometimes, it was challenging for the mage to distinguish them. All of them shared the same fierce, the same passion, desire to be the best.

Out of his current position, it would be difficult for Illidan to tell what his daughters decided to wear for tonight. After all, he was being squashed by them, laying on the polished wooden floor of his estate.