This is a continuation of the story of my Three in game personas, if you haven't read the first part go check it out dummy! This part established what they were up to from after the War of the Ancients all the way up to the time leading into Legion! Its important to know where they are and where they have been to understand how their dealing with the current events!

Thousands of years after the burning legion invaded, many wars occurred on Azeroth. The two Azeroth bound sisters did not cross paths during these wars and played a similar role to most soldiers. The eldest continued her mastery over the forces of the wild. Becoming a high ranking member of the Cenarian Circle, while the youngest started delving into the darker side of priesthood, testing out summoning Shadow fiends and Mind-benders. Over time she would grow much stronger in the void, but it was the scourge invasion which led her deep into the void. Arthas Menithil Marched on the city of Silvermoon, he would use this attack as a display of power, by cutting a scar in the land all the way through the city, to prove no defence could repel him. The day Sylvannas Windrunner fell in battle the Priest knew the battle was lost. She began trying to tear a rift into the void, anything she could do to escape. She was successful, but she was no master of the void, once she entered the rift she would not be able to leave it for some time.

Meanwhile the Burning legion was almost ready for a full scale invasion. The middle sister wished to join them in this invasion, to see her home once more, but she was denied the request by Archimonde himself. Instead she would be sent to the broken world of Dranor, to reinforce the Demon Magtheridons hold on the land. She detested the idea of not being able to go home to see her loved ones again, but Magtheridon was a demon she could undermine, while Archimonde had the power to kill her, Magtheridon could be defeated. After awhile on Outland word reached the black temple that Illidan stormrage had arrived on the planet, and that he had raised an army that marched for the black temple. It had been 10,000 years since she saw one of her own kind, this was her one chance. She offered to lead the vanguard, claiming she knew how elves think, she would be key to stopping them. Magtheridon hesitantly agreed and allowed it. She lead a small force of demons to the front gates and when met with Illidans army she burst into demonic flames, bearing wings and claws she mowed down the demons at her side and flew to Illidans side. Claiming to have fought with him in the war of the ancients. It had seemed Illidan went through a similar transformation, but he was somehow able to retain his metamorphosis form permanently. Together they rushed the temple and claimed Outland. There Illidan told her of the legions intentions, how they had burned countless worlds, destroyed the spark of life and cleaved whole worlds in two. She had a choice, if she wants to go home Illidan would allow it and do everything in his power to get here there...or she can fight the true war, in hope that it never reaches Azeroth again. She made her choice and was instrumental in multiple assaults of legion worlds by having insider knowledge of the legions plans already in motion.

A time would soon come when she would be inches from her sister again, but unable to speak to her. The dark portal opened and the races of Azeroth poured through once more. However The middle child had made her choice, she would continue her fight. As their blood elf and Naga allies both began betraying them and were killed by the mortal races, Illidan put his plan into motion. The Illidari would assault Mardum, while he deals with them, she told Illidan.."if you see my sister...grant her a swift death" and so she went. The assault on Mardum was a complete success and they secured the Keystone, but they returned to a trap and they were frozen in their own blood. She saw her older sister, marching away, here eyes were so old, but her own...were unrecognisable She had finally returned to Azeroth..her home..as a prisoner...locked away in the vault of the wardens. Where she would wait for years, knowing full well what the legion was planning, unable to prevent it. Everyday she prayed for her older sisters death and to see her younger sister again, alive.

The eldest sister continued serving as a typical hero of Azeroth, fighting the "good fight", defeating evils as they threatened her. She felt powerful, strong and with every foe she killed it made her feel more right. Blissfully unaware of the true fight, and how weak she really was.
The youngest sister still remained inside the rift between worlds, consuming void energies, it warped her very form. Over time more of her kind found their way into the rift, but none of them knew how to escape. They would try and help each other however they could, but none of them fully understood the void. Something the sister did start to understand from her time in the rift is that the void wasn't what she had been told about. It wasnt all consuming, all corrupting. She had the same addiction the Arcane as she did to the Void. Over time she became very disconnected from Azeroth and sceptical of its history, the first step to fighting this addiction would be to understand it. Help would arrive a few years later, after the Legions final invasion of Azeroth,

So after talking about my own backstory to my characters with a friend I decided to have it down on paper and share it! This is fan-fiction about my own characters so if you don't like it that's okay! And I know people have issues with characters having interactions with major lore characters so if you don't like that, there's a bit of it in this! So sorry. If your all cool enjoy! This sums up the start of their story, there's much more to come leading all the way up to Teldrasil and I intend to have the rest of it written soon..ish...Enjoy!!

Tale of Three Sisters: War of The Ancients

The three elf sisters were born over 10,000 years ago prior to The War of The Ancients. Their roles were similar to most elves taking part in the war. The eldest had long silver locks, with purple markings on her face in the shape of a leafs. Prior to the war she was a rouge, stalking the woods and using her natural affinity to sticking to the shadows and blending in for hunting and gathering. Her younger sister was a tad shorter bearing the same hair but cut short, her markings were purple too but in the shape of scars from her eyes. Prior to the war she was a powerful mage, serving in the Moongaurd, and proud of it. Finally the youngest was much shorter than the other too, bearing blonde hair at a medium length. She was a priest but had spent less and less time on her practices and more time on perfecting her appearance as the highborne had taken a liking to her, most notably her husband to be who was highborne. While not rich beyond her wildest dreams, she saw him as a gateway to a new status. The three sisters all had vastly different views on the world. The eldest respected the cycle of the world, the middle child wanted to change the world with power, and the youngest, through status and political control. But all three would see their views changed during the war of the ancients. Hordes of demons poured through the Well of Eternity. The Middle child was taken to the front lines as part of the Moongaurd. The eldest fought along side the treants and Wild Gods summoned by the first mortal druid Malfurion, while the youngest found herself caught on the wrong side. Demons marched through her home and gardens, she knew she couldn't stay here, but an attempt to escape to the other side could see her killed. As the war progressed the Moongaurd were sent to defend The Blackrook Hold. The hold was being overrun, and so few Moongaurd were sent, while Illidan was with them, she was afraid. So she did what anyone would do. She ran.
As the eldest fought with beasts and the treants she found the forces of nature moving to her will. Her power was weak but as her enemies attempted to dodge the stabs and swipes of her daggers, the vines and roots in the ground latching onto them, holding them in place. She didn't quite understand it, but she wasn't going to question and advantage right now. The youngest sister had spotted something worrying, a strike team led by a pit lord had started moving toward Blackrook. She was an inside spy, unable to report on any movements, she had overheard how the Moongaurd were mounting a weak defense of the Hold and how they could easily break them with numbers. She had to act fast to save her sister. The priest ran to the balcony and began drawing on the overflowing power of the well, this was her first time, and the power was far too much for her. She tried hard to concentrate the power on the strike team, smiting most of them down, and slowing the rest to a crawl. But she couldn't take it. Before the highborne guards or demons even had a chance to strike her down she exploded with power shattering the balcony beneath her, plummeting to the ground. She fel in peace, thinking her actions had saved her sister. Soon Malfurion made the plan known to the eldest sister to destroy the well, she couldn't leave until she knew her younger sisters were safe. Illidan had returned with a strange Green creature. At this moment her informed of the Holds defence, and the death of the Moongaurd. The eldest sister didn't have time to grieve her sister, she slipped into the shadows and followed Illidan and Malfuiron to the well. Once there she broke away from them and headed towards the palace, searching for her sister, the forces of nature were much less helpful around this area, she found herself missing her targets frequently. However after long she found her sisters home, and felt the overwhelming power. Peering over the balcony she saw her body, but the spark of life still flickered in her, something demons would have trouble sensing. Her attention quickly was switched as she looked up at the skys, to see felbats, dragons felgaurds and more horrors burning the sky's. All this life was about to be undone, she would not let her sister be consumed by it too. She leapt to the ground, picked up her sister and ran. Malfurion was drawing the attention of most of the demons, so she could slip away fast.

At least two of the sisters would be safe. Meanwhile the middle sister had not done her duty, and she would be thankful for this after learning what Illidan had done at the Hold, however she had traded a swift death for something much more horrifying. The demons on route to the hold had caught her fleeing. There was a special place for enemies that wouldn't have the honour to fight. The demons gave her a choice, serve, or a lifetime of torture. In a moment of fear she chose serve, and her eyes were burnt out of her sockets, replaced with fel green burning vision. She didn't get the luxury of defecting back to the mortals. She was taken back to Argus, and forced to serve.

The Aftermath

The eldest and youngest sister had escaped along with the other refugees, however they were changed. The eldest started as one of Malfurions pupils, learning to control and understand the forces of nature, soon becoming among the first of the mortal druids.
Meanwhile her sister took a long time to recover, even when she did, her magic addiction was uncontrollable. Malfurion had a put a ban on the use of Arcane magic. However many still used it, herself included. She couldnt help it, the withdrawals had sometimes been fatal at this level of addiction. After one too many instances of reckless magic uses from a huge amount of the population, Malfurion exiled anyone who wished to continue using it. The eldest sister begged her to give up magic but she knew it was best to go with them, she had always been different to her other sisters, this had set it in stone in her mind. She sailed for new lands with who she believed to be her people.
Life for the middle sister was much worse. While the invasion of Azeroth had failed, many more invasions were ongoing, she was sent to countless worlds to participate, the only thought that allowed her to keep slaughtering is that one day, there would be an invasion of Azeroth again, and perhaps she could run interference, or defect. That day would come, but she would have defected before it came.