Medivh

Stratholme will be forever remembered in history. Nathanos looked back several times as he left, until he could no longer see the crumbling walls.

"I will inform your parents, who will soon become my parents as well." Alleria smiled sweetly beside him.

Nathanos was the same, though the Female Elf's eyes held a hint of mockery. To avoid looking embarrassed, he glanced down at the purple Hawkstrider the Elf had prepared for him. It was his first time riding such a creature; it could carry a person on its own two legs and run very fast.

"I don't know if they were prepared, but I believe they would be happy."

"Not everyone will be happy," Alleria said meaningfully, squinting at Nathanos as if he had done something to wrong her, but Nathanos believed he hadn't.

What are you saying?

"It's nothing." The Female Elf turned her head with a spirited air, glad that she had been one step ahead of Sylvanas. Sometimes she even thought that her sister was better than her in some ways, except that her only weakness was her lack of communication skills.

"You said you would stay by my side from now on, is that true?" Alleria asked.

Nathanos nodded without hesitation. He couldn't wait any longer. The strange dreams had already greatly worried him, and with the massacre of Stratholme and Arthas's northward campaign, everything was going in the wrong direction. Even that prophet...

... Alleria glanced at Nathanos again and found him lost in thought. He often did this, and the Female Elf was used to it. She guessed he was thinking about Arthas again, so she didn't try to persuade him. Only he could untangle his own knots.

The two remained silent, enjoying their own Tranquility. Suddenly, the white Hawkstrider beneath Alleria became alert and stopped, as did Nathanos's Hawkstrider.

"What is that?" Alleria's hand was already on the hilt of her sword. Magical fluctuations appeared five meters in front of her. Someone was arriving here through a portal.

"Jaina?" Nathanos was taken aback when he saw the female mage appear out of nowhere in front of him, but he knew she must have come to find him.

This strikingly beautiful girl caught Alleria's attention. Who was she? What was her purpose in coming here?

"So you are here, Nathanos." Jaina nodded to him, also noticing the radiant Female Elf beside him.

"Let me introduce you. This is Jaina, daughter of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, and this is..."

"I am his fiancée, my name is Alleria Windrunner," Alleria said with a smile, speaking first. Jaina and Nathanos were both taken aback for a moment.

"I've heard so much about you, Ranger-General. And... congratulations to both of you." Jaina smiled, then looked at Nathanos, her nonchalant expression making Alleria breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ms. Alleria, if possible, I would like to speak with Nathanos alone."

The two people on the Hawkstrider's back exchanged a glance, and Alleria replied, "Of course not."

Jaina and Nathanos stepped aside, Alleria had the other Elf Ranger stand guard around to make sure no one disturbed them.

"I haven't told you about your marriage yet. Was it a last-minute decision?"

Nathanos nodded. After everything he'd been through, he just wanted a quiet place to rest. Getting married and living with Alleria in Quel'Thalas seemed like a good option. "We both think it's time. I'll probably be going to Quel'Thalas in the next few days to meet some Elf friends and help her with wedding preparations."

His words left Jaina speechless; they were completely at odds with her purpose in coming to see Nathanos.

"Nathanos, you speak beautifully, and I'm sorry, what I'm about to say will trouble you, but I still want to tell you." She took a deep breath. "Do you remember that prophet?"

"Medivh?"

Jaina's slightly furrowed brows relaxed instantly, not because her doubts had been answered, but because of shock. The staff in her hand slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground as those three words were spoken.

"What? You mean he is..."

Nathanos sighed, crossed his arms, and looked at the distant azure sky.

"Many years ago, at the Dark Portal, I heard Archmage Khadgar mention his mentor. Although I couldn't see the prophet's face clearly, I would never mistake his staff— Atiesh —and that raven-form magic. Khadgar said that only Guardians and their apprentices possessed this kind of magic. Khadgar has been missing for many years, and there have even been rumors that he is dead, so..."

"But Medivh is dead too, isn't he?" Jaina said, casually using a simple spell to return her staff to her hand.

"The Guardian is more powerful than anyone imagines, and I don't think he will die easily."

The female mage looked into Nathanos's unusual black eyes, which seemed to hold a wealth of knowledge, making her want to explore them.

Nathanos noticed her gaze, looked at her with a puzzled expression, and tried to figure out what she was looking at.

Jaina realized her lapse in composure and immediately looked away, nervously smoothing her hair with her hands. "You're a very special person, Nathanos. Although you're not a mage, you dare to think things that most people wouldn't. You're really suited to study magic; you could definitely become a mage like Khadgar."

"You're right. Elf are also very enthusiastic about magic. I might have the opportunity to come into contact with magic in the future, and we might even have the chance to discuss the wonders of magic."

"Then it's a deal," Jaina replied with a smile. Nathanos was the most special person she had ever met, special enough to capture the heart of Ranger-General Alleria. But as they talked, Jaina couldn't find a suitable opportunity to discuss the prophet's matter—the doomsday prophecy—with Nathanos again. Perhaps Jaina understood that no matter how much she tried to persuade Nathanos, she wouldn't get the result she wanted. When he told her the prophet's true identity, he also told her his choice: he would stay by the side of his loved ones to face the impending apocalypse.

Nathanos placed his hands on Jaina's shoulders, looking at her with a complicated expression. "I know why you came to me, Jaina. You're leaving for the Western Continent that Medivh spoke of, which is a wise choice. But before you leave, I want to ask you for a favor, please."

The female mage paused, listening to the man's plea...

"What are you doing with your hand on her shoulder?" Alleria stared at him, having done so ever since Jaina left. Nathanos chuckled inwardly at her jealous expression, then deliberately put his hand to his nose and took a deep breath, feigning a blissful expression.

"It smells so good."

"Nathanos!"

Alleria pinched his arm hard, giving him a reproachful look. "You'd better give me an explanation!"

"Of course, my lady." Nathanos took her hand, gripping it tightly, and looked at Alleria with amusement. "I'll explain it to you properly tonight."