"If he's playing a game, you can win."
It was the third time that day wrathion had been subjected to the trial of the Celestial’s with one of his many champions. He fell to his knees , the chosen hero having failed Chi-ji’s test. The Black Prince put his hands over his head cowering as the horrific illusion of Deathwing faded away. "P..please..make it ..stop." Tears stung at his eyes..light this was horrific..he was so tired , so very tired. He wanted his bed at the inn , some of Tong’s tea. This test jabbed at his deepest fears , behind the false bravado he put on , behind the intelligence and the sass , to the dragon that lived always in Deathwing’s shadow. The whelp that feared one day he would grow into a monster that easily fit his forefathers foot steps. He was shaking , the Alliance champion standing over him looked perplexed. None had seen him in this condition before the silence was broken by impending foot steps , a familiar voice called out bringing comfort. “Wrathion!” He looked up to see Anduin approaching him rapidly , the light the Alliance prince carried with him brought some solace , Anduin how ever provided more. “If he’s playing a game , you can win.”