"Little moonlight, hurry up. Everyone has already
gathered in the throne room," spoke an undead male
voice. "Alright, father. I just need to grab my notebook
and then I'll appear in the throne room immediately."
She heard an approving hum, followed by fading
footsteps. As promised, she took her notebook and
strapped it to her belt. A soft sigh escaped her, and she
muttered to herself, "It will only be for a short time,
what could go wrong? Besides, they will call for me if
they need me... at least I hope so." She shook her head.
Making false promises to herself would do no good. She
knew that even if nothing bad had happened to her
during her journey, it did not mean that all of Azeroth
would not fall apart while she was away. And the
promise? The promise that was given to her was a halflie.
Yes, they would call her when they needed her, but it
would be too late, and she would probably be just as
helpless as she was. She shook her head again to clear
her thoughts. She brushed a strand of hair out of her
face and left her room. She closed her door as quietly as possible so as not to echo in the hallway. Then she
hurried with quick steps through the Undercity towards
the elevator to reach the former throne room of
Lordaeron. As she walked, a memory of a past event
flashed through her mind.
