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stag and a chest, arms, and face more like those of Tyrande and Jarod Shadowsong.
Fists tight, Cenarius moved slowly toward the band. He and Krasus matched gazes for a time, then both
nodded in respect.
The forest lord walked over to where Tyrande held Malfurion. Brox respectfully stepped out of the way
while the Guard captain stared open-mouthed from where he stood.
Daughter of my dear Elune, your tears touch the heaven and the earth.
I cry for him, my lord& one you also loved.
Cenarius nodded. His forelegs bent in a kneeling motion and he touched Malfurion s forehead ever so
gently. He is a son to me& and so I am pleased that he has one like you who also holds him so near&
I we ve been friends since childhood.
The forest lord chuckled, a sound that brought songbirds near and made a cool, refreshing breeze caress
the cheeks of each in the party. Yes, I heard your pleas to dear Elune, both the spoken and unspoken
ones.
Tyrande did not hide her embarrassment. But all my entreaties have been for nothing.
His expression turned to one of honest puzzlement. Did you think that? Why would I come, then?
The others froze. The novice priestess shook her head. I don t understand!
Because you are young still. Wait until you reach my age& With that, Cenarius opened his left hand.
An emerald light rose from his open palm. It floated a few inches above as if orienting itself.
Rising, the demigod stepped back to observe his student. I walked the Emerald Dream, seeking
answers to our many terrible questions. I hunted through there looking for what could be done about
these followers of death& A gentle smile crossed his bearded visage. & and imagine my surprise when
I found one I knew drifting in the Emerald Dream& but in a very dazed and much confused state. Why,
he didn t evenknow himself, much less me!
And as Cenarius finished, the light drifted over to Malfurion, sinking harmlessly into his head.
The night elf s eyes opened.
Malfurion!
Tyrande s voice was the first thing that registered with Malfurion and he quickly seized upon it, using it
as a tether, a lifeline. He pulled himself from the abyss of unconsciousness toward a bright but comforting
light.
And when he opened his eyes, it was to see Tyrande under the morning sun. Surprisingly, the daylight
did not bother him and he even thought that it revealed to him a Tyrande so beautiful he could not at first
believe it.
He almost told her, but then the presence of the others made him shut his feelings inside again. He settled
for touching her hand, then acknowledging the others.
The the shield His voice sounded like that of a frog.
Is it
Gone, replied a figure who was and was not a night elf. To Malfurion, surely this had to be Krasus.
For now, the Burning Legion has been held in check& at least in one place.
Malfurion nodded. He knew that the war was not over, that his people still faced annihilation. Yet, that
did not take away from the night s triumph. If nothing else, there was still hope.
We will fight them, Tyrande promised. We will save our world.
They can be beaten, agreed Brox, brandishing proudly the weapon that the young druid had helped
create. This I know.
Krasus remained pragmatic. They can& but we will need more help. We will need the dragons.
You ll need more than the dragons! Cenarius bellowed.
And I go now to see to that! He stepped from the others, but gave Malfurion one last smile. You ve
made me proud, mythero shan & my honored student.
Thank you, shan do. He watched as the demigod melted back into the trees.
Do we return to Suramar now? asked a figure in a Guard officer s uniform. Malfurion could not place
him, but assumed the others had a reason for him being here.
Yes, said Krasus. We return to Suramar.
With Tyrande s help, Malfurion rose. But only for a short time. The portal through which the demons
flowed was destroyed, but, unlike the shield, the Highborne can remake it easily. More will come, I m
afraid.
Despite his wish otherwise, no one disagreed. Malfurion looked to the direction of Zin-Azshari. A
terrible evil had come to his land, one that had to be stopped before it could raze all in its path. Malfurion
had helped in great part to stop the Burning Legion s initial advance and, for reasons he could not himself
explain, he did not doubt that it would somehow fall to him again to assist in keeping the invading demons
from destroying his beloved Kalimdor.
Malfurion only prayed that when that time came he would be found ready to face them& or else not only
Kalimdor but theentire world risked obliteration.
CONTINUED IN
WAR OF THE ANCIENTS
BOOK TWO
THE DEMON SOUL
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Richard A. Knaak isThe New York Times bestselling fantasy author of 26 novels and over a dozen
short pieces, including THE LEGEND OF HUMA and NIGHT OF BLOOD forDragonlance and DAY
OF THE DRAGON forWarCraft. He has also written the popularDragonrealm series and several
independent pieces. His works have been published in several languages, most recently Russian, Turkish,
Chinese, Czech, German, and Spanish. He has also adapted the Korean Manga, RAGNAROK,
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