Ashes and tears. Once we have bathed in ashes and tears, drowned in blood and witnessed the darkness that seemed never ending, the Light is born. The rebirth of my people came with the rebirth of the Sunwell, a miracle only possible after madness, bloodshed and sacrifice. The madness of our Prince, who sold his soul to the Burning Legion; the bloodshed of a dozen nations that came to our aid and left our lands drenched in blood, be it blood of our allies or blood of our enemies. Royal blood.
And sacrifice of a pure being made of Light.
For all that our tears and suffering led us to, they may as well have been the catalyst that ignited the pool of Light, and so from our ashes, the Sunwell rose to the sky as a pillar of power, of golden magic. My friends told me that when they saw the Sunwell shining once again, the joy of tasting its pure Light was overwhelming. Beautiful power in its raw nature bathed us like the sun kisses the skin of one who’s wandered too long through the dark