Elithe looked over the balcony of a small wooden terrace, overlooking the glowing lake Elun'ara and sighing listlessly, resting his weight on his palms, shifting ever slightly to gaze at the burning sky. How long has it been? How long since the Scourge destroyed Lorderan, thats when this all started, wasnt it? No... even further back.. when the orcs came through the portal? Even further... when a Kaldorei queen called out to the dark powers of the nether. Did it matter anymore when this started? He paused, an audible silence. "Please, my brother..." "Elithe.... please..." "I love you, Elishtar..."