Quel'thalassian Tales: Book 1

The noise of battle slowly died down as it moved on up the Dead Scar. Undead forces were spearing through the Blood Elven defenses on to Silvermoon. A lone Elf had made his way back, searching the bodies as he went. A particular body took his interest and he removed its helmet. He was still breathing. "Haldaaron, can you hear me Brother?". Slowly positioning Haldaaron and giving him some water from his pack energised a low gurgle into a recognisable voice. "H..hear... hear me..

((To be continued))