She couldn’t believe what her eyes were telling her. Even in her darkest moments, throughout her thousands of years of life, never had see witnessed such a thing, except once. So long ago, that it seemed as if it had been another life, except it wasn’t. She had been a child during the War of the Ancients, but she remembered it all too well. Thousands of innocent Night elves had been slaughtered, when demons unexpectedly overran their cities and villages and the Burning Legion kicked of their invasion.
Now, once again, small embers of flame and ash flowed around her in the night. Just as they had done back then. The heat was hitting her in the face, even though Teldrassil was miles and miles away from where she was standing. She felt as if she had been transported back in time. She was way too far from the burning Tree to realistically hear anything. Yet, the screams of hundreds upon hundreds of dying night elves echoed deep inside of her, as if she was standing in the middle of everything. Just liked it had happened all those eons ago. Once again, she could only watch, feeling as helpless as she had as an elfling, as death ran havoc among her people.
Sure, she had grown distant from them. She had been cast out of her family after her decision to fight the demons with their own methods. Random elves had spat at her whenever she took it upon herself to visit a night elven settlement. Never once however, had she wished for something like this. No matter her methods, Yôkari yearned for peace on Azeroth. Peace for all who dwelled on their planet, no matter their allegiance. That was, what she had sacrificed everything for. What she had worked so long towards to. She had befriended so many like-minded individuals, from all races and factions. Why, she even had managed to convince her cold, blood elven death knight, to give peace a chance… and fell in love with her in the process.
Why, why would did Sylvanas do this? Why start this war? Why slaughter most of her people? All those innocents dwelling on the top of the new world tree, all those that had fled there, trying to escape the War of the Thorns as it had been dubbed. It was so utterly pointless and cruel, especially as their World was dying below their feet more and more quickly with each passing day.
The demon huntress struggled to understand as she watched on in despair as Teldrassil burned. Tears streamed down her face as she watched the inferno looming in the distance. The voices in her head reached a crescendo and then… they fell silent. Silence was all that was left to her, as she watched the ancient civilization, that she had once called her own, burn to the ground once more. Falling to her knees, she wept as all that she had worked for, the peace on Azeroth, the defeat of the Burning Legion, it all turned to ashes, as the once glorious Teldrassil began to crumble.
Before she totally gave into her grief, one last thought crossed her mind. Hopefully her beloved Namariel hadn’t been affected too badly by her Warchief’s actions…
