Tana Solara and her brother, Camnlaen, were riding to Fairbreeze Village. The sun was just beginning to lower in the sky, turning the clouds a beautiful array of purples and oranges that stretched as far as the eye could see. The path beneath the feet of their hawkstriders was soft and smooth and the grasses and trees were vibrant greens and reds. Eversong was truly a sight to behold for the girl whom rarely left the walls of Silvermoon.
"You're riding like a drunk! Your strider doesn't know which way you want it to go!" Camnlaen called back to Tana with a laugh as her mount almost zig-zaged along the path.
Tana's eyes snapped to her brother and the bird straightened out almost immediately. "I am not!" She huffed, tilting her chin up indignantly.
Camnlaen laughed and again faced foreword, shaking his head a bit. "You should get out of the city more often, little sister. If the nature is distracting you this much it's clear you spend far too much time there."
Tana puffed out her cheeks, but wouldn't dignify him with an answer. She followed along quietly now for a time, still taking in her surroundings - which seemed to change with the atmosphere around them as they drew near to Fairbreeze Village.
The sky became clouded with an imposing darkness unlike usual nightfall. The air felt tense and heavy and the sounds of the forest seemed to stop as a low rumbling sound slowly grew louder.
Tana was ripped from her thoughts at the sound of her brother's voice. "We're almost there." His tone had changed as well, she had not been the only one picking up on the changes.
Camnlaen was a warrior, clad in red and gold and armed with a well crafted sword. As they neared the village he took his helm from one of his strider's saddle-bags and tugged it snugly onto his head. "Tana, stay here." He instructed as the sounds of battle became more clear.
"No, I can help." Tana said confidently as she slid her silver staff from the back of her ornate blue robes. Camnlaen turned to argue as he slid from his mount, but took a look at his younger sister and reluctantly agreed instead, motioning for her to follow.
"Of course, big brother."
As Fairbreeze came into view, the battle was well underway. Guards and Farstriders were fending off Scourge. Shambling undead, zombies; some of them even seemed to be recently fallen Quel'dorei warriors.
Camnlaen didn't hesitate, charging in alongside his brethren. Tana fed off of his courage and followed suit. Though the scourge they faced seemed to be lesser undead, the numbers were great. But even with the amount spilling in, it was not enough to be the cause of that constant rumbling. With their feet on the ground, they could even feel it shaking the very earth they stood upon.
The battle continued on, friend and foe falling around the siblings. Camnlaen's stamina was wearing thin, as were the others. Tana breathed heavily, feeling the sweat pour from her furrowed brow and drip from her chin. Her brother looked back to her for only a moment. "Fairbreeze is lost, retreat! Tana get out of here, now! I'll cover you."
Tana looked to her brother, shocked, but he had his gaze focused only on his enemy. "Cam...I-I can't-"
"No argueing, little sister. Do as I say!" Camnlaen's voice has low and gruff, very demanding big brother-like.
Tana narrowed her eyes. "No!" She refused and her eyes flared a bright green as she threw her arms up and fire began to rain down around them.
Camnlaen's eyes widened. He stopped mid-swing as a ghoul in front of him crumbled into ash. He lowered his blade and looked back at his sister. As he opened his mouth, a Quel'dorei blade pierced through his back and made an exit through his chest. He dropped his blade and his hands moved to the steel protruding from his own flesh just as it was pulled back out. Blood began to bubble and spill from his mouth as he fell to his knees. His eyes locked on his little sister. One word slipped breathlessly through his lips before he fell..."Run."
Tana felt like she had watched the scene in slow motion, calling her brother's name as he stared at her with dull and empty eyes as the vibrant blue faded from them. This time, there was no arguing. She spun on her heel and ran for her Hawkstrider, there was no way she could outrun them all in her condition.
As Tana approached the spot where they had left the hawkstriders, they were gone. Her ears wilted and felt her stomach drop as she instantly realized her fate. Her running slowed and she felt a heavy blow against her back, and then a warmth. Blood. It was blood. The blue robes stained purple as she stumbled foreword onto her hands and knees and the world seemed to enter that slow motion once more.
Sweat dripped from Tana's brow and blood soaked into her heavy robes. Her whole body shook. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She repeated as her tears began to flow. Her hands laced into her hair as she covered her head. The scourge closed in.
After repeating her apologetic mantra a few more times, strings of demonic spells began to spout from Tana's trembling lips. Her form began to change and grow. Horns, hooves, wings, her body overtaken by magics of the twisting nether.
As the blade of the fallen warrior that had cut down her brother raised to take her life as well, Tana's wings fanned out and crackled with energy. She stood and turned to the Scourge warrior and reached out with a sickening clawed hand and burned the dieing flesh from his face. His blade dropped and his body followed.
After her swift revenge, Tana took to her wings and retreated.