By Christie Golden
ELEGY by Christie Golden © 2018 Blizzard Entertainment, Inc. By the moons’ glow, listen. Beside the river, listen. Holding those you love, listen: To the cries of the dying, To the whisper of the wind over the silent dead, To the song my broken heart will ever sing Of the story of the Tree of the World And the death of all the dreams It once cradled in its mighty boughs. 1 PART ONE: IN THE IVORY TOWER In purity, all things are born. The eldest tree was once a tender sapling, And even the stars were young. O Lady Elune, Weep tears so sweet At the thought of the innocence That once was ours. Clang! The martial music of swordplay rang out as the two blades clashed. The combatants sprang apart, circling. The older man, hair and beard as white as moonlight, feinted, then brought his weapon arcing up and around. But the younger man was quick and deftly blocked the blow. Sparks flew, and the colliding blades glinted in the sunlight. “Nicely done,” Genn Greymane grunted even as he lunged. Again, the youth parried. “But one of these days, you’ll have to go on the—” Greymane barely got his sword up in time to prevent King Anduin Wrynn’s blow. “Offensive?” Anduin grinned. He bore down with the weapon, feeling the older man’s blade straining against it. His sun-colored hair had come loose and was falling into his eyes, and he grimaced as he realized Greymane had noticed. The Gilnean king abruptly pulled back. Caught off balance, Anduin stumbled forward.
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