This Time, It Was a Queen

Theramore's afternoon sun was just right, and the sea breeze drifted gently by. Under Onyxia's "loving" gaze, Deren was trying to teach Ysera how to write the four words "form is emptiness" in Azeroth's Common Tongue. For a time, the scene was both philosophical and chaotic.

Suddenly, an unusual commotion rose from the harbor district. It was not an enemy attack alarm, but a clamor mixed with amazement, reverence, and a touch of fear.

Chromie's figure flashed into the living room. Her usual playful grin was gone, replaced by the excitement and gravity of someone watching an epic drama begin. "She's here, she's here! Something huge is happening!"

Onyxia frowned. "What huge thing? Another Princess here to claim a piece of the cake?" Her tone was full of wariness.

"This time it's not a Princess!" Chromie waved her arms excitedly. "It's a queen! That queen from ten thousand years ago! The Light of Lights! Azshara! She arrived in Theramore aboard a Goblin merchant ship! Oh my god, what a spectacle!"

The pen in Deren's hand dropped onto the paper, and ink spread across it. "Who? Azshara? What is she doing in Theramore?" He had been busy lately with the Evil God elves and had genuinely forgotten about her. White Jaina had only said that when Azeroth's heroes attacked N'Zoth, she had returned Azshara to the Royal Palace in Nazjatar, then left her alone. After that, she had been forced by Ysera's elf to bring her back to Theramore. Why had this forgotten queen suddenly come to visit Theramore?

He quickly learned the reason. The light of Jaina's Teleportation Spell lit up, and her face was somewhat pale. That five-eyed appearance had truly startled her. She spoke rapidly. "Deren... Queen Azshara... she specifically asked to see you. She said... Theramore possesses