Muhammadah’s arrival on the shores of the Isle of Quel’Danas was heralded by the rising sun, its golden rays turning the sea into a glimmering tapestry. The whispers of the Light echoed through the sea breeze and the voices of Quel’Thalas were raised in harmonious chants, their resonating words stirring her soul. As she stepped off the boat onto the sun-kissed sands, the great bell atop Sun’s Reach Sanctum tolled. It was time.
The walk from the harbor to the gleaming Sunwell Plateau was lined by the citizens of Quel’Thalas, their luminous eyes alight with anticipation and reverence. Mothers held up their children to catch a glimpse of the mighty paladin; youths watched her, their hearts ablaze with inspiration.
With each step, Muhammadah could feel the pulsating rhythm of the Sunwell. It was an ancient heartbeat, a resounding drum that had echoed through the annals of elven history. It was a drum that had lulled into silence once, and she was here to ensure it would never falter again. Al’ar, the Phoenix God, was to be its enduring pulse, its heart ablaze with unyielding light.
As she neared the Sunwell, the chants of the crowd rose in crescendo. She could feel the energy of the Light, channeled through the voices of thousands, vibrating against her skin. The Sunwell, its golden aura radiating with an unmatched brilliance, was waiting.
She reached to her sash and held the Lamp of Al’ar. The crowd held its collective breath as she held the lamp aloft, the Phoenix God’s flame dancing within. “Anar’endal dracon,” she whispered, an ancient elven phrase that meant ‘By the light of the dragon’. The essence of Al’ar within the lamp stirred, the fire becoming a dazzling blaze that painted the crowd’s faces in tones of gold and crimson.
Then, with a graceful movement, she poured forth the flame of Al’ar into the Sunwell. The fiery essence twirled and danced before plunging into the heart of the Sunwell. The impact was immediate and awe-inspiring. A radiant column of fiery light erupted from the Sunwell, streaking towards the heavens. The chants from the crowd became a triumphant roar as the Sunwell flared brilliantly, reflecting the renewed vigor of Al’ar’s fiery spirit.
From the heart of the Sunwell, a phoenix of pure flame took form, its wings stretching out in a display of rebirth and power. It was Al’ar, the Phoenix God, reborn from the ashes, forever to be the heart of the Sunwell.
As the crowd cheered and tears of joy fell, Muhammadah stood by the Sunwell, a sentinel of Light, her mission completed. She was a part of Quel’Thalas now, forever woven into its history. Their chants echoed in her mind, a promise of enduring light and hope. “Anar’alah belore,” they sang, ‘By the light of the sun’.
With the celestial orchestra of chants and drums fading into an expectant silence, all eyes turned to the Sunwell. The potent light of the sacred pool, rejuvenated and shimmering, cast an ethereal glow on the Sin’dorei and Muhammadah. The fiery column that once represented the Phoenix God’s reclamation now transformed into a mesmerizing spectacle of magic and light.
Hovering at the heart of the luminous pillar, Al’ar, his flames dancing like a living tapestry, waited. His powerful wings were spread wide, a canvas of divine fire ready to etch a new chapter of triumph in the history of Quel’Thalas.
Gently, Muhammadah moved towards the ethereal beacon, her form casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to reach out towards the pillar of light. The hushed murmurs of the crowd became one with the wind as she began to chant. “Qul’nā yānāru kūnī bardan wasalāman ʿalā ib’rāhīm,” the words rolled off her tongue like an ancient melody, the Elvish echoes harmonizing with the hum of the Sunwell.
Time seemed to halt as Muhammadah stepped into the fiery column, the flames licking at her form. Yet, she remained unscathed, untouched by the fires that bore the essence of Al’ar. It was a sight that caught the breath of every Sin’dorei present. The fire that should consume instead embraced, the flames that should scorch instead comforted.
And then, in a crescendo of brilliance, Muhammadah mounted Al’ar, her figure illuminated by the inferno that raged around them. With a resounding cry that echoed across the lands of Quel’Thalas, Al’ar took to the skies, his wings beating with a force that stirred the winds. Muhammadah and the Phoenix God, once more united, soared into the heavens leaving a trail of brilliant light, their ascension a testament to their unyielding bond. The Sin’dorei watched in silent reverence as their heroes disappeared into the azure canopy, their hearts aflame with hope and pride.