The Warcraft Chronicles

Prologue

Thrall dragged his feet through the ruins of the war, his eyes filled with tears. So many deaths, and so many wounded. He tried to summon the elements to aid his people, but nothing came back, only silence. His knees buckled, and he finally gave in, falling on his knees. A warm hand pressed against his shoulder.

"Not all is lost son, not all," said a deep yet gentle voice. And with that, he fell into darkness.