He undid the stopper and started to pour.
“What by the Mother Moon are you doing there?”
Illidan had been so caught up in his efforts that he had failed to notice the approach of others. He spun about, the
last vial still in his hand, to face a party of mounted figures, Jarod Shadowsong chief among them.
“Captain…” the sorcerer began.
One of the Highborne glanced past Illidan. “He’s done something to the lake! It—” The spellcaster’s expression
grew awed. “It feels like the Well—“
“Elune preserve us!” bellowed a noble next to Jarod. “He’s resurrecting it!”
The commander dismounted. “Illidan Stormrage! Cease this immediately! If not for your brother, I’d—”
“My brother…” An imperious fury arose, fueled by his nearness to the enchanted lake. Once more, the power
surged through him. He was capable of anything…“Always my precious brother…”
The others dismounted, following Jarod Shadowsong. Their wary expressions made Illidan tense. They wanted to
keep him from the lake’s power! He eyed the Highborne, who would certainly attempt to usurp it for themselves…
“No…”
One of the nobles hesitated. “By Elune! What sort of eyes does he have that glow beneath that veil?”
Illidan glared at the Highborne.
Their leader raised a hand in defense. “Look out—”
Flames erupted around the other sorcerers. They screamed.
Jarod and the nobles charged him. Illidan sneered at the paltry threat and gestured.
The ground beneath them exploded. Jarod was tossed back. The lead noble, Blackforest flew high in the air, finally
striking a tree with a resounding crack.
“You stupid fools! You—”
His feet suddenly sank into the earth. As he looked down, tree branches wrapped around his body, pinning his legs
together and his arms to his torso. Illidan tried to speak, but his mouth filled with leaves that adhered to his tongue.
The sorcerer could not even concentrate, for a buzzing echoed in his ears, as if a thousand tiny insects nestled in
them.
Gasping, Illidan slumped to his knees. Through the buzzing, he vaguely sensed someone else approaching. The
sorcerer knew without a doubt who it had to be…
“Oh, Illidan…” Malfurion’s voice cut perfectly through the buzzing. “Illidan…why?”
The druid stared at the lake, its blazing blue color a clear sign of its contamination. No one could drink from it now.
Like the Well of Eternity before it, it was now a fount of power, not life.
“Oh, Illidan…” he repeated, eyeing his bound twin.
“
Dath’Remar is still alive,” reported Tyrande, kneeling beside the Highborne leader. “One more also, but the others
are dead.” She shuddered. “They were burned in their skins…”
Malfurion had intended to come alone, only the dragons and Krasus with him, but, like the druid, Tyrande had
somehow sensed that Illidan was up to something. With several of her priestesses in tow, she had ridden after the
dragons, but had arrived too late.
As had Malfurion.
“Lord Blackforest is dead. The others, I think can be saved,” announced another priestess.
“My…brother lives,” managed Maiev. She and Shandris both attended to an unconscious Jarod. He had bruises all
over his face and his armor was even more battered now. Dried blood caked several wounds already healing thanks
to the prayers of the priestesses.
Jarod’s sister rose and her countenance was one terrible to behold. She started for Illidan, at the same time drawing
her weapon.
“No, Maiev!” Tyrande commanded.
“He almost slew my brother!”