World of Warcraft: The Untold Story (Book One)

The Retreat

"My Lady, we need you! We've got wounded!" Bastion shouts, galloping to me on his horse.

"What happened, Bastion?" I ask, worriedly.

"We got attacked! I'm the only one that made it out..." Bastion says.

"Show me." I say, timidly.

I mount up and follow Bastion to the ambush point. The grass is stained with blood. I kneel down beside the first body I come across. I turn the corpse over and examine who it is. Jane. She was a great spy who got the job done no matter the risk.

I approach the next body. His legs severed and his hand amputated. Whoever did this was out of their right mind. Who does this to someone other than Arthas? Killing is killing, but this is not the same. Rest in peace Dane.

I face Vernal and Bastion, their faces are painted with despair. Both of their eyes are screaming out vengeance. Their hands are clenched into stone fists. I can almost hear their hearts beating with rhythm. Most of importantly, I know how they are feeling. Experience is the best teacher for any lesson.

"There were more of you. Where are the others?" I say, looking at Bastion.

"They took them as captives. And not in such good care. Most of them need medical attention that they won't be able to receive. We need to quickly find them and save them." Bastion says.

"I'm with Bastion. Whoever did this to Dane is going to pay. I'm going to make it as slow as possible. I will give them something to fear." Vernal says.

"They went south. Gather some hunters to track them down. Have our priests in the back ready to aid and our rogues protecting them. The warriors should be holding the front as everyone else casts from the back. It's time to send a message." I say.