The early morning sea breeze carried the brackish water vapor, gently lapping at the simple holiday cabin. Deren pushed open the creaking wooden door and squinted his eyes to adapt to the rising sunshine. He stretched out, stretched his muscles and bones, and was about to sigh that the weather was good--
"Ah!"
A cry of pain suddenly came from the sole of his foot, and the soft and real touch made him freeze suddenly.
Deren lowered his head and saw that his bare right foot was stepping on a white and slender hand.
"...!"
He jumped away like an electric shock and almost tripped over the threshold.
On the beach, a blond woman was curled up, her brows furrowed, as if she had just been awakened from a coma. She was wearing a damaged Lordaeron aristocratic dress, the hem of which was soaked by the sea water and clinging to her body wetly. Her blond hair was messy among the sand grains, and her cheeks were stained with fine dust, but she could not hide her innate noble temperament.
Deren was stunned on the spot, his mind went blank.
"Another one?" Onyxia's voice came from behind, "What you stepped on was not a shell, but Princess?!" With a strong sense of joking. Black Dragon Princess leaned against the door frame, her black robe outlined her slender figure, and her golden vertical pupils looked at the uninvited guests on the beach with interest.
Deren opened his mouth, but before he could think of a reply, Jaina had already walked out quickly from him.
"Wait... this is--"
Jaina's voice stopped suddenly, and then his eyes widened.
The woman on the beach slowly opened her eyes, and her ice-blue eyes looked particularly clear in the sunlight. She looked around confusedly, and finally her eyes fell on Jaina's face, and she moved her lips weakly:
"...Jaina?"
"Jaina?!"
Jaina almost knelt down and held the opponent's shoulders.
Onyxia's mouth slowly opened wide, and the dragon's pupils shrank into a thin line.
"...Lordaeron's long Princess, Jaina·Menethil."
Chromie was standing next to Deren at some point, holding her bronze pocket watch in her hand. The cover of the watch clicked open and closed, as if recording some kind of Timeline anomaly. She tilted her head and spoke in a subtle tone:
"Arthas's sister."
Onyxia can't close her mouth at all. This world is so crazy.
"...Princess again? Shall I count how many Princess are left in Azeroth? You haven't come here to look for Deren?"
Her voice was almost distorted, and her eyes slowly turned to Deren, with an expression between shock and absurdity.
Deren raised his hands with an innocent look on his face:
"I really didn't pick it up this time! She suddenly appeared at the door."
Anveena timidly appeared at the door, looking at the chaotic crowd, and asked curiously, "Dad, who is that sister?"
Deren said, "Stop talking, Anveena, be good! Stay and play for now!"
Black Dragon looked at little daddy Deren meaningfully, his anger growing visibly!
Jaina coughed twice weakly, his eyes became blurred, and then passed out again. Jaina quickly supported her, raised his head and said eagerly:
"Don't be stunned! Help carry it in!"
Deren just woke up from a dream, and quickly stepped forward to set up Jaina with Jaina. Onyxia still stood there, with the corner of his mouth twitching:
"First Jaina, then Anveena, and now another Jaina..."
She pointed at Deren:
"Do you have any strange qualities that attract Princess?!"
Deren:"..."
Chromie stood on tiptoe on the table and patted Onyxia on the shoulder with a look of sympathy:
"Just get used to it and he will pick up more."
Onyxia:"..."
Black Dragon Princess took a deep breath, turned around and strode towards the seaside, looking up at the rough sea and roaring:
"God! What do you mean?! Why did you send so many Princess?"
The waves crashed against the rocks, but no one responded.
Jaina was placed on a simple bed, with her long golden hair scattered on the pillow, and her face was pale but calm. Deren squatted aside, and his fingertips gently pushed aside the hair on her forehead, revealing a looming Rune Mark under the skin - a faint light flowing, like fragments of stars embedded in flesh and blood.
"This is..." Jaina saw the rune and immediately reacted and cast Arcane Barrier. Then she leaned closer and hovered her fingertips over the rune. Arcane Energy fluctuated slightly between her fingers, but she could not analyze the structure of this mark.
"It's the same rune that Azeroth gave me." Deren whispered, "This is really one thing after another."
Onyxia folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, his eyes narrowed slightly. "So, Azeroth casually threw Lordaeron's Princess at your door?" She sneered, "Why, does she think you are here to take in the troubled royal family?"
"No." Deren shook his head and rubbed his thumb over the edge of Rune Mark, "She once said she would give me a reward. Is this what she meant - a reward?"
"Just give Princess as a reward?" Onyxia said with a sneer.
"Maybe she has some special mission." Deren guessed, "Azeroth won't do anything boring. All Azeroth creatures are equal to her."
There was a brief silence in the room. Jaina's fingertips clenched the sheets unconsciously. "Does she have any important role in Timeline? I guess she is another person who needs Deren to change her destiny. It is a very important change for Azeroth."
"Well! She is also a special existence." Deren touched Jaina's forehead lightly, sensing the subtle pulse coming from the depths of the runes. He recalled that in the original history, Jaina Although she is a Undead, her heart is bright, and even Holy Light opens her arms to her - she is so special that she has become Undead, and Holy Light doesn't want to let her go.
She is really special, and Azeroth may need her to increase her power.
Onyxia suddenly sneered, "So you just threw the hot potato to us?" She strode to the bed and looked down at the unconscious Princess, "This woman has the blood of House Menethil, and both the living and the dead of Lordaeron are looking for her. Taking her with you is like bringing big trouble with you!"
"But she is with us now." Chromie interjected in a low voice, shrinking under Onyxia's sharp gaze, "We can't just throw her back to Lordaeron..."
Deren suddenly stood up. "Forget it, don't think too much. Ask her again when she wakes up."
Onyxia shook his long hair irritably, "The problem is, I'm starting to get scared now that you pick up a Princess from nowhere every morning when you go out!" He said, pulling Anveena into his arms gently.
Sunwell glanced at Black Dragon in confusion, then at Deren, but had no objection.
Deren ignored her sarcasm and just stared at Jaina's face, his thoughts surging.
In the original Timeline, Jaina's fate was cruel - her father Terenas was killed by Arthas himself, and her kingdom was destroyed by Scourge Devoured by, she herself occasionally appeared in fragments of history, eventually becoming the first Undead to master Holy Light. She is both a symbol of light and a container of death.
Now that Azeroth's Soul has taken action, has it taken the initiative from Undead and Holy Light?
The room became quiet for a moment, with only the crackling sound of wood burning in the fireplace. Only Anveena leaned on Onyxia's arms and looked around curiously.
Jaina's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up.
And deep in her dream, perhaps a distant voice was echoing.
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