Originally Posted by Blizzard Entertainment
Excerpt from War of the Ancients Trilogy:
Chapter 22
Page 577
“Would that it was only that,” Malfurion replied morosely. Illidan continued to be in his thoughts. He already had
some suggestions as to what to do about his twin and it pained the druid to imagine them being put into action. Yet,
Illidan clearly could not longer be trusted. He had slain others out of madness. His notion that the night elves
needed a new Well in order to protect themselves against some possible future attack by the Burning Legion was
not sufficient reason for his heinous crimes.
Although still creatures of the dark despite having been forced to adapt to daylight battles, Jarod had agreed with
the dragons to assemble at noontime. Alexstrasza explained that the sun’s zenith would be essential to what they
planned and the night elf was not about to argue with the giants.
Despite the island’s reasonable size, only tall grass covered it. At its center, the group positioned itself as requested
by Alexstrasza. The dragons took up a prime location near what they said was the exact middle, leaving a small
place open between them.
The Aspect of Life began the ceremony. “Kalimdor has suffered greatly,” she rumbled. As those in the group
nodded, Alexstrasza continued, “And the night elves most of all. Your race was not completely innocent in all of
this, but the trials and tribulations through which you have passed forgive that.”
There were a few uneasy glances toward the Highborne, but no one argued.
The red dragon lowered her palm. In it, nestled like an infant, a single seed similar in appearance to an acorn rested.
Malfurion felt a tingle as he stared at it.
“Taken from G’Hanir, the Mother Tree,” she explained. The druid recognized the home of the dead demigoddess,
Aviana.
“G’Hanir is no more, having perished with its mistress, but this seed survives. From it, we shall raise a new tree.”
Nozdormu dropped one paw to the ground and, with a single swipe, created a hole perfect for planting the seed,
Alexstrasza gently placed the seed in it, then Ysera pushed the dirt over the hole.
The Aspect of Life gazed up at the sun. Then, she and the other two dragons bent their heads low over the buried
seed.
“I give Strength and Healthy Life to the night elves, for so long as the tree stands,” Alexstrasza proclaimed.
From her, a soft, red glow flowed to the mound. At the same time, the sunlight over the mound intensified,
spreading all the way across the lake in every direction. Some of the night elves stirred, but all remained silent.
A wonderful warmth spread over Malfurion and he instinctively took Tyrande’s hand. She did not pull away, but
rather tightened her grip.
And from the mound, there came movement. As if a tiny creature burrowed to the surface, the dirt pushed up and
away.
From the seed had sprouted a tiny sapling.
It rose until a yard high, small branches sprouting. Lush, green leaves burst from the branches, creating a delicate
canopy.
As Alexstrasza pulled back slightly, Nozdormu spoke, a slight hiss in his voice. “Time will be on the night elvesss’
side once again, for I grant them continued Immortality, forever a chance to learn, for asss long asss the tree
stands…”
From him issued forth a golden bronze aura that joined with the sunlight as the red had. Flowing through the
sapling, it sank into the mound.
The tree grew again. As the onlookers gaped, it rose to more than twice the height of a night elf. Its foliage grew
dense, green, and full of promise. Branches thickened, showing the health and strength of the tree. The roots began
to come up above ground like many legs. A space almost large enough for several seated night elves formed
underneath.
Nozdormu nodded, then, like his counterpart, withdrew. There remained only Ysera.
Eyes lidded, the green leviathan studied the tree. Despite its swift growth, it was still dwarfed by the dragons.
“To the night elves, who have lost their hopes, I give forth the ability to Dream again. To Dream, to Imagine, for in
that is the best hope of rebuilding, of recovering, of growing…” She looked ready to do as the other Aspects had,
then paused. Her head swung toward Malfurion. “And to those who follow the path of one held special by me—and
mine—I grant him and the other druids to come the path into the Emerald Dream, where, even in their deepest
sleep, they may cross the world, learn from it, and draw upon its own strength…the better to guide Kalimdor’s
health and safety throughout the future.”