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kyuusei-shadowleaf · 6 months

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Mal'narae: Unrepentant

[ Shadowmoon Valley - Mike Marra ]

We watched over the Betrayer for thousands of years. A sacred charge, we were taught, given to us by the chosen of Elune and Cenarius. To be a Warden of the Vaults was the highest honor, the deepest trust, that could be granted to a child of the stars. So we were taught.

But Tyrande came, blinded and besotted, to free him from our guard. Over the objections of her beloved Malfurion. Over the corpses of my sisters. To loose him against the Legion, to walk the face of Azeroth again. But, following in Maeiv's righteous wake, we hunted him. To return him to his justice. Our sacred charge.

Still my sisters died.

They died in Hyjal's defense. They died in the Tomb of Sargeras. They died on the frozen plains of Northrend. They died in the broken wastes of Outland.

Trapped upon that shattered world with nothing but the hunt, we died for what had long ago ceased to be sacred. We bled, we died, for one woman's vendetta. After years, when I could count on one hand those who still stood with me in Maiev's service on Outland, I understood that we did not pursue a Betrayer.

No. By our oaths, by our trust, by the one who led us – we had been betrayed.

So, I set those things aside that had betrayed me. My oath as a Warden. The trust, the charge that was no longer sacred. Unrepentant, I broke them.

And I went to the Black Temple.

To Illidan.

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