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The sound of plate boots clicking against the stone ground of a road? Ramparts? Some sort of path echoed in his ears. His head feeling as if there was an unending tremor in the center of his skull. A familiar voice calling out. “Naelir.” The Highborne shook his head. “How did I get here...am I dead?” Are the words that escaped his mouth as his eyes opened to look upon the courtyard of Blackrook Hold, seeing his fellow soldiers, riders, trainees, smiths and servants of Ravencrest alive in the flesh. Tending to their daily duties as if nothing has changed. “What in Elune’s...” His voice trailed off as the pain in his head was quickly dismissed by a voice he had almost forgotten assaulted his ears. “Naelir! Are you alright son?” Blinking suddenly Naelir’s gaze turned to a Highborne Spellblade, decorated in a high ranking Ravencrest officers armor. The sword that was once strapped to Naelir’s back strapped onto the older Spellblades. “..An’da?” Naelir said in confusion and shock as it just now took grasp of how young his voice sounded, how young he felt! Taking a moment to look over his hand, his father Thanardor chuckling shaking his head. “Perhaps my brother, your and Nythenas’ Shan’do hit you a bit -too- hard this morning.” Waving the confused young Moonblade to follow as they made their way down the ramparts. “Or perhaps you are just missing your twin? Things have gotten a bit quiet since your mother took Nythenas to try to ascend the ranks of the Queen’s Guard. The woman won’t listen to me of how I don’t want our children playing the political games she loves.” A distant and disappointed sigh broke free from his father's lips. “Besides, you two are almost of an unstoppable force as Thenardor and myself are. Its a shame to split such a team. Even if you two bicker all the time.” Waving a dismissive hand they both halted dead in their steps, heels of their metallic boots clicking together. “Now, what where we talking about before you spaced out? Ah, yes!” With an open hand Thanardor motioned towards the drilling grounds. Where various Ravencrest soldiers had been hard at work, training and sparring with fierce and precise strikes. “Although no matter how far separated, battered and beaten we are, we will never forsake our duty. Never forget such, my son. Something dire is on the winds and everyone can feel it. We need to keep such in mind to help keep morale high.” “Even if the Kaldorei are to be shattered one day, not a single one of these faithful brothers and sisters of arms will falter at your side. Our oaths to the land and our people will keep us bound till our last breath. We are soldiers, we will never forsake our homes.” A smile took ahold of the Commander’s lips before shifting his gaze to Naelir. “Come now Captain, Moontalon and Lunarwing will grow only more impatient if we stay up here rambling all day.” Before he could even reply Naelir felt the same tremor like pains assault his head, forcing a growl from his lips before he heard a more familiar voice ring in his ears. “Commander Moonblade!” Naelirs eyes opening up, wearing an alliance set of heavy plate armor. Kaldorei design holding to the colors of the Grand Alliance Legion’s her served. Eyes falling onto Erethas a younger Sentinel scout assigned to his unit. “Commander Moonblade?” The blue haired Kaldorei asked once more looking a bit concern. Only to be answered with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Ah, yes just lost in thought. What is it Sentinel Raveneye?” Offering a short bow of his head he spoke up once more. “Commander Bricius Astartes of the 9th is here, sir. He is already in your office, saying it is important.” Raising a tall white brow, Naelir felt the talon like digits of his gauntlet comb through his beard. “Astartes here? He must be sober then. Elune that does mean it is important. My thanks, Raveneye. Do make sure your Winterspring report is finished by the time I am out of my meeting.” The two exchanged salutes before Naelir took his leave and went to wander through the camp of his unit. “Such an odd evening...” Muttering to himself unknown of what he was to encounter tonight.