Reinforcements

If they had a choice, no High Elf would want to die beneath a bright moon. They would rather end their long lives beneath the brilliant light of the sun. But there were two things in life that no one could decide for themselves. The first was their birth: no one asked for their consent before bringing them into the world. The second was their death: they could not go on living just because someone else objected.

Sylvanas stood atop the stone command tower, looking down. The ugly Abomination was attacking the gate of Windrunner Outpost with a huge hammer it had found somewhere. The Ranger-General summoned the last of her strength, nocked an arrow, aimed at its hideous face, and let it fly. Sadly, the Ranger-General, who never missed, had missed this time. The arrow skimmed past its ugly face, blasting away half its head, but the Abomination did not die. It merely roared to show its displeasure, then attacked the gate even more savagely.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Sylvanas's eyes. As her hands fell limp, the longbow she had always treasured as dearly as her life slipped to the ground. She could no longer hold it. In pain, she crouched down and clutched her right wrist with her left hand. Who could have imagined that Sylvanas would get a cramp from shooting her bow?

"Boom!"

Just as Sylvanas fell to her knees, beneath the bright moonlight, a streak of light brighter than the sun flew into the Scourge ranks. In an instant, the Scourge surrounding Windrunner Outpost parted, leaving a path clear through their ranks. Only when the streak reached its destination did they see that it was an arrow. Its power surpassed even Sylvanas's own.

"Oh!!!!"

That arrow was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly restoring