Dalaran Wishing Well

Compared to the Magic Trade District, the area around Dalaran's Wishing Well was much quieter, tucked away in a relatively secluded corner.

"Jaina, what a coincidence, running into you here." When he arrived at the Wishing Well, Kael'thas Sunstrider spotted a young blonde human girl and eagerly took the initiative to greet her.

Tyrel Sunstrider also looked toward the human girl named Jaina. Judging by her appearance, Jaina was about the same age as him, perhaps even younger. She looked youthful and delicate. High Elves were almost universally handsome and beautiful, yet even Tyrel Sunstrider had to admit that this human girl named Jaina possessed a distinct kind of beauty, unlike the glamorous beauty of the elven race.

However, Tyrel Sunstrider's gaze was soon drawn to another young human beside Jaina.

Hearing Kael'thas Sunstrider's words, Jaina politely replied, "Archmage Kael'thas, it is a pleasure to see you."

"Tyrel Sunstrider?" The young human beside Jaina did not know Kael'thas Sunstrider, but he recognized Tyrel Sunstrider.

Tyrel Sunstrider recognized him as well. He was Arthas Menethil, Prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, who had undergone the Paladin initiation with him. Smiling, he replied, "Arthas, I never expected us to meet here."

The four of them knew one another in pairs, and for them to meet at Dalaran's Wishing Well was indeed quite a coincidence.

Tyrel Sunstrider also learned Jaina's identity. She was the daughter of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, as well as the disciple of Antonidas, the chief Archmage of Dalaran's Council of Six.

After chatting for a while, Jaina Proudmoore excused herself. "My mentor has something he needs me for, so I'll be leaving first. It was wonderful meeting you, Archmage Kael'thas, and you too, Tyrel."

Before leaving, Jaina Proudmoore gave them a brilliant smile.

That very smile left Kael'thas Sunstrider utterly captivated.

"So, you came here to make a wish too, Tyrel?" Arthas Menethil, Prince of Lordaeron, did not leave and instead asked Tyrel Sunstrider, who was his age.

"Yes, Arthas. Perhaps we can do it together."

The three princes of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas and the Kingdom of Lordaeron—Kael'thas Sunstrider, Tyrel Sunstrider, and Arthas Menethil—came before Dalaran's Wishing Well together. Each took out a gold coin and carved his wish upon it.

Kael'thas Sunstrider had been in Dalaran for quite some time and had never tossed a wishing coin before. But when he recalled Jaina Proudmoore's brilliant smile from earlier, inspiration immediately struck. Using magic at his fingertips, he quickly inscribed a line of text.

"That little girl Jaina is quite alluring, for a human. I hope she comes to recognize my strength and charm."

Arthas Menethil, Prince of Lordaeron, did not know what wish to make either. As the prince of Lordaeron, the strongest human kingdom, he had possessed nearly everything he wanted from the day he was born. After pondering for a long while, Arthas finally carved his wish.

"I am already heir to a kingdom and will one day rule vast lands. What else could I wish for? Perhaps another seat that is a little cooler..."

Tyrel Sunstrider did not rush to think of his own wish. Looking at the great number of gold, silver, and copper coins in the Wishing Well's pool, he wondered what other people's wishes might be like.

"I hope to protect my kingdom and safeguard the everlasting prosperity of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas. I want to assist my brother Kael'thas and help him become a great Sun King."

The three princes tossed their wish-carved coins into the Wishing Well.

Pulled down by their weight, the coins quickly sank to the bottom and mingled with the other coins.

Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider looked at his younger brother Tyrel Sunstrider and Prince Arthas Menethil of Lordaeron. Deciding to let the two princes of similar age spend time together, he said, "Tyrel, I have some matters to attend to. Go take a look around Dalaran with Arthas first."

"Alright, Brother."

After Kael'thas Sunstrider left, Arthas Menethil, Prince of Lordaeron, said to Tyrel Sunstrider, "Tyrel, your brother really is perfect... I imagine being his younger brother must put a lot of pressure on you."

Kael'thas Sunstrider was undoubtedly the most perfect elf Arthas Menethil had ever seen. He was refined, elegant in manner, and immensely powerful. Even Arthas, who had always been proud of himself, felt inferior after meeting Kael'thas Sunstrider.

"That is true. But I heard that you have an older sister too, Arthas?" It was impossible for Tyrel Sunstrider to feel no pressure. He was also gifted in magic, but he knew he could never be as outstanding as his brother Kael'thas Sunstrider. Remembering that Lordaeron seemed to have a Grand Princess, he curiously asked Arthas.

Hearing Tyrel Sunstrider ask about his sister, Arthas Menethil replied, "Yes, Tyrel. My sister is called Calia Menethil. She is an exceptional priest, and she is very beautiful too. Would you like to meet her?"

"Is your sister in Dalaran as well, Arthas?" Tyrel Sunstrider was rather curious about Lordaeron's Grand Princess.

Arthas Menethil directly grabbed Tyrel Sunstrider's hand and pulled him away, saying at the same time, "I came to Dalaran with my sister this time. Come on, Tyrel."

Led by Arthas Menethil, Tyrel Sunstrider arrived at a luxurious residence. However, Arthas Menethil did not immediately take Tyrel Sunstrider to meet Calia Menethil. Instead, he led him around in a circle to a staircase on the second floor.

"Sister Calia is downstairs discussing something with Archmage Modra of Dalaran."

Hearing Arthas's words, Tyrel Sunstrider curiously leaned over to look below. Sure enough, he saw a well-proportioned blonde woman with her back to them, chatting with a middle-aged female mage whose temples were white as snow.

Archmage Modra, whose temples were white as snow, noticed Arthas and Tyrel, so she softly informed Calia Menethil.

Upon hearing this, Calia Menethil turned with a light laugh to look at the two young princes peeking at her.

Her golden hair fell just to her chest, her crystal-clear skin formed a striking contrast with her red lips, and light shimmered within her vivid eyes. Her softly smiling expression, combined with her especially full chest, left even Tyrel Sunstrider—a High Elf prince accustomed to the beauty of High Elf women—momentarily stunned. It felt as though his heart had suddenly stopped, only to begin beating even faster.