Vereesa's Triumphant Return

Theramore's port was always bustling. The noon sun spilled across the glittering sea as Tauren dockworkers sweated profusely, their burly arms carrying heavy cargo back and forth between the docks and the ships.

Ever since Great Chieftain Thrall returned, the Horde's people had finally been allowed to return to Theramore to make a living. Though they still harbored a trace of unease—fearing that past conflicts might flare up again—they had no other choice if they wanted to support their families.

An older Orc wiped the sweat from his brow and muttered under his breath, "At worst, we'll move the whole family to Theramore someday. Better than being interrogated as traitors."

At that moment, a merchant vessel flying the flag of Kul Tiras slowly entered the harbor. Its hull cut through the calm waters, sending waves rippling outward.

After docking, a squad of Elf Rangers in light armor stepped down from the deck, their golden hair gleaming in the sunlight. The Rangers on duty at the harbor immediately came forward and warmly welcomed them.

"Ah! We're finally back!" Vereesa took a deep breath of the familiar salty sea air and stretched her limbs, stiff from the long voyage. "Theramore's weather is still so much nicer. Northrend could freeze someone into an ice block!"

"We're finally back... sob..." A young ranger in the group could not help crying. For Elves accustomed to Theramore's warm climate, Northrend's bitter cold and brutal battles had been nothing short of a nightmare.

Suddenly, a ripple of Arcane Energy stirred the air. With a soft hiss, two figures stepped out of a Portal. Jaina wore her signature blue robes, while Sylvanas was as cold and elegant as ever.

The moment Queen Sylvanas saw Vereesa, she rushed forward and hugged her tightly. "Little sister, you're back safely! Is