The young women watched, helpless, as demons tore through their parents as easily as they tore through the other elves trying to retake the city. The two tried to talk them out of it, to no avail. Convinced their queen was in danger, was a pawn of evil advisors and demons, their parents went with others to save their queen. She looked at her mirror and pulled her away, using the skills gained openly and others learned in secret to hide the two of them in the wooded areas surrounding the great city. Daggers flashed at the ready under the moon while silent tears coursed down her cheeks. Hyjal. She would keep her mirror safe there.
A muted cry of loss, of heartbreak echoed through the cave as tears stained the sleeping worgen’s muzzle.