Running, Always Running
Glory Belle smirked. “A deal it is, love.” She said before grabbing Adalia’s shoulder and porting them outside of the house they had left behind. She released Adalia and ported inside finding the staff and returning to the elf.
"Here you go." She said tossing the stick to the elf. "Now, it’s time for you to hold up your end of that deal and I have a feeling it won’t be so hard to find our hunter." She chuckled before she threw her hand out in front of her releasing a red spark high into the air. "They’ll be coming for us." She informed her.
At the sight of the red spark flaring into the sky, Adalia’s jaw dropped. Their position was revealed and she wasn’t sure she was quite ready to hold up her end of the deal just yet. A bit further from Dalaran flew Wrathion and Theodora, and there the saw the red flare. The bronze dragon led on, and the pair entered their mortal forms once they reached the city.
Wrathion’s Black Talons were alerted by Glory Belle’s flare as well, and they made haste toward the elf and her companion. The Black Talons were led by none other than Adalia’s brother, and the thought of battling his twin made him sick inside.
"We’ll be out-numbered!" Adalila cried to Glory Belle, anxiety beginning to control her, "they’ll have our heads before we could even strike back!"
The dragons and their army were not the only ones to see the flare, though. Jaina Proudmoore and the Kirin Tor were made aware of the situation by Glory Belle’s actions. Soon, they, too, would join Adalia in her fight.
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