World of Warcraft: Elegy by Christie Golden

Author:Christie Golden [Golden, Christie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blizzard Entertainment
Published: 2018-07-24T00:16:58+00:00

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The fleet had run into dangerous weather as it made its way toward Feralas. Storms had driven several vessels off-course, and now they were behind schedule. Though she pressed her crew to top speed, Cordressa was in no rush to experience the harsh sun and burning sand of Silithus.

She and Shandris Feathermoon had known of one another, of course, devoted as each was to Lady Tyrande. But Cordressa had never served directly beneath the general of the Sentinels. She’d played it calm and cool when she had discussed her assignment with Delaryn, happy that her younger friend would get a chance to serve with Commander Windwood. But Anaris Windwood was merely famous. Shandris Feathermoon was a legend, and Cordressa secretly shook in her boots at the thought of meeting her.

She needn’t have worried. Shandris’s deep friendship with Tyrande was rooted in similarities, and the nigh-mythic archer and general turned out to be warm and accessible. Shandris led almost without effort, acknowledging efficiency and dedication with praise and inspiring her soldiers to improve. There were rules, but they made sense; there was discipline, but never punishment, and even admonishments were little more than a well-placed word.

More often than not, Cordressa was invited to share the general’s table in her cabin while storms raged outside. Wine was uncorked, stories were told, and each day blended into the next.

They were discussing the best fletching choices for arrows when Shandris spotted a shape in the night sky. Cordressa followed her general’s gaze and went cold.

It was a bird—larger than any seagull, and flying at night.

A storm crow.

That could only mean one thing. Cordressa and Shandris surged from their chairs as the storm crow who was not a storm crow landed on the deck, changing into her elven shape. The druid trembled from exhaustion. She looked very young. Where are all the other druids, that Malfurion is forced to utilize those barely into their training?

“No, little sister,” Shandris said as the druid struggled to rise, “do not tire yourself further, but speak. What has happened?”

Cordressa poured the girl some water, and Shandris knelt to offer it to her.

“Horde,” the druid said after draining the cup. “The army—it turned. It is heading for Darnassus, not Silithus. Malfurion sent me. You all have to come back.”

Horror crashed over Cordressa as if she’d been doused with ice water. “No,” she breathed. Not Darnassus. Not the shining city they had sacrificed so much to create. And Del…

She was right in the path of the oncoming army.

Shandris, she of a thousand battles, recovered more quickly than Cordressa. “It was a brilliant plan,” she murmured. “Every step.” Her eyes were distant, thoughtful. “But they did not bargain that we would travel so slowly. Did you find me first?”

“Yes, General,” the druid said. “I was to tell you before all others.”

“I regret asking you, but… are you strong enough to carry this message to the rest of the ships? Those behind us?” Tyrande had sent them out staggered to deceive the Horde—futilely, it turned out.

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