Cradling his Beloved wife and the final, tiny, elf refugee, Genn Greymann stepped through the last portal.
The Priestesses knew what to do. Astarii extended her arms to a mother and her young son, Among who were among the last to enter the temple. Do Not Be Afraid" she said to the young boy, who was mute and trembling.
āCome Hereā. With one arm around the mother and the other around the boy, Astarii sank to the soaked earth. The last three priestesses of Elune in Teldrassil prayed. They did not ask for healing or for rescue.
They asked for Mercy.
And Their Goddess Heard Them as Astarii began to sing,
By the moonās glow, listen.
Beside the river, listen
Holding those you Love, listen:
To The cries of the dying
To the whisper of the wind over the silent dead
To the song my broken heart will ever sing
Of the Story of the Tree of the World
And the death of all dreams
It once cradled in its mighty boughs
Sleep brushed Astarriās mind, feather soft, honey sweet,. The Pain disappeared. she let out a sigh, All around her, she heard similar sounds.
The Fire was relentless. The smoke would kill them, and the flames would devour their flesh and even their bones. Only ash would remain, But they would feel nothing. No pain in the Ladyās light, In the Ladyās love, Mother and child both slept, breathing gently despite the smoke, Her duty faithfully discharged, Astarii allowed her own eyelids to flutter closed.
There will be justice, one day, but eyes other then ourās will behold it.
The last thing she heard was a crackling sound as she slipped into slumber.
Think this would have made a good Alliance Cinematic to motivate the Alliance