Ten Thousand Years of the Past

In the silent Temple of Elune, the High Priestess and the prisoner Illidan looked into each other's eyes. They had not seen each other for ten thousand years. At Tyrande's signal, everyone in the temple had quietly withdrawn long ago.

"Have you been imprisoned underground all these ten thousand years?" Tyrande asked only after making sure there was no one else around.

"Yes. Those Druids of the Cenarion Circle sentenced me and locked me in a dungeon for ten thousand years." Illidan did not ask why Tyrande had never come to visit him.

"That is strange. During the War of the Ancients, you turned the tide at the very end. Everyone witnessed that achievement. Even if you made mistakes afterward and were imprisoned for ten thousand years, the goddess said your sins had been atoned for." Tyrande could not understand it.

"Hmph! There is nothing strange about it. You can thank my dear Brother for that. Enough, those are matters of the past. Why did you suddenly think of rescuing me this time?" Illidan's eyes were blind, but his heart saw clearly. He simply had not taken it to heart. One was his brother, and the other was the woman he loved. He did not dwell on the hatred of being imprisoned for ten thousand years.

Tyrande was somewhat startled by Illidan's words. But this was not the time to ask about that; there were more important matters to discuss. "The Goddess has delivered an oracle, ordering me to rescue you from the dungeon. She has an important task for you to complete."

"Oh? After ten thousand years, she finally remembered me." Illidan did not care about any Goddess. His only Goddess was Tyrande.

"The Goddess naturally has her considerations." Tyrande did not wish to clash with Illidan over this