Schyuler tossed and turned, struggling to fall into a deep slumber in her cot. The events that unfolded in the last few weeks were so sudden, bizarre even. But even in Azeroth there was no rest when it came to war and unfortunately this world was all too familiar with it.

The monk pulled herself into a sitting position as she reached down and rummaged through her bag, bringing out a small book. Inside it contains journal entries she had made, the wear and tear of the pages and seems to indicate its usage over the years. Schyuler was given the journal shortly after her unexpected arrival to Pandaria. It was suggested that taking note of her daily routine and things she found of interest might help her regain her old memory, but alas that plan had gone south, as to this day she can't remember a single thing of her earlier years.

Now she kept it to document her journey as Champion of The Alliance, new sights she's witnessed throughout the Eastern Kingdoms and onward and their battles, the wrath of The Legion to name a few. She skimmed through her recent entries, flipping through the final pages as she recalled why they were here in this camp in the first place.

After implementing sleeper agents into Orgrimmar, the SI:7 revealed that the Horde had weaponized the crystal like resource that was discovered at the Sithilus crater, which they now called, Azerite. Anduin had planned an assault with Tyrande Whisperwind, sending a Night Elf army to confront the Horde in Sithilus, however Sylvanis predicted this endeavour and sent her own force to attack Ashenvale. Refugees came by the hundreds to Stormwind, but that was merely a prelude. Sylvanis launched one more assault into Teldrassil, holding the city hostage.

Anduin and Genn both didn't get very much sleep that night, strategizing to protect the city's citizens to support Tyrande. Schyuler volunteered to help rescue remaining refugees in Teldrassil, including their high priest Malfurion. She remembered the fires, the smoke and the screams. When the skirmish was over and she travelled back with Genn, they revealed to Anduin and the other Alliance leaders that the Horde had burned all of Teldrassil, their world tree along with it.

She recalled the look on his face, how angry Anduin was with Sylvanis and her choice to go through with such a vile act. But he was also angry with himself. That day he vowed that the new Warchief would be stopped permanently and the lost souls to be avenged. Thus the Fourth War began.

The screech of a war horn caught her ear as she swiftly returned the book into her bag. Grabbing her combat vest and gloves, she sauntered out of her tent and jogged through the large campsite. The Alliance was perched on the outskirts of the Tirisfal Glades capital city of Lordaeron. Well, what the Scourge left of it during the War against the Legion. SI:7 intel indicated that Sylvanis was hiding within the city walls.

The sun was rising as the rays of light casted themselves down along the war torn ground and up the cobblestone walls of the city, where the Horde prepared their own war ammunitions and banners. Schyuler glanced over to see the dwarven engineers preparing the Alliance siege weapons, giant tower-like catapults as soldiers prepared arms and marched to their positions.

"Schyuler!" The Monk glanced over to see Genn, now transformed into his wolf form signalling for her. He stood by Anduin's side who was preparing the finishing touches of his armour, Reverence neighing loudly as it anticipated the coming battle.

"What's happening?" She asked as she slipped her vest on with haste. "I thought the attack was planned for later?"

"Change of plans. Our sleeper agents have been compromised," Genn stated. "We need to act now before Sylvanis plans her escape,"

"We have no choice but to launch a full scale assault," Anduin grimaced as he slipped on his metallic lion's head helmet. The design reminded her of one Varian had on his armour. Anduin climbed upon Reverence's saddle before he extended a hand out to Schyuler. "Are you with me?"

"Don't need to ask," Schyuler nodded bravely as she took his hand and with a heave, he hoisted her up to sit behind him.

Strapping her gloves on, Schyuler glanced over to see one of the blacksmiths running towards the horse carrying a sleek metal helmet as he tossed it in her direction. "Lady Schyuler!" She snatches it in her hand, slipping it on her head as she pats Anduin's shoulder letting him know she's ready.

"Alliance! To arms!" Anduin decreed.

The soldiers cheered as the Alliance forces raced to their positions on the battlefield. Schyuler held onto Anduin, her arms wrapped around his torso tightly as Reverence pranced with vigorous speed, Genn racing behind them. Schyuler and Anduin never had too much time for small talk since Winter's Veil, or to discuss further their litter encounter. Every once in a while she'd catch glances of him in the halls when she was off duty and in return would often find him staring back.

As bad as it sounds, battles like these were a good distraction. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about crushes. But when the pair fought side by side, those thoughts somehow returned to her mind every step of the way.

Horde soldiers gathered in front of the city walls, shouting war cries and as they began their charge, a line of archers giving them cover fire from the watch towers above. Everyone was in position. As the first wave of Alliance forces marched forward, Schyuler turned back to see a flood of platoons marching down the hillside, a siege weapon with every group. Anduin and Schyuler climbed off Reverence as they watched from a vantage point. Blockades of soldiers held a line mere feet from the city walls as the Siege Towers tossed giant boulders at the towers to over power the archers. Smoke could be seen from a mile away as multiple fires broke out throughout the wall.

All they had to do was knock it down and charge right in to locate Sylvanis. Genn took primary command of the first multitude of blockades of soldiers. Should the need arise, Anduin would take the lead of a full scale assault team if the Horde began to overwhelm them. Schyuler could sense the tension in Anduin's body as she glanced down to his glove hand tightening the grip on Shalyamane, his fathers sword.

Would Varian have done anything different for this attack? Perhaps, but Schyuler had faith in Anduin. Varian taught him everything he knew about war, sword fighting and strategy. Genn took it upon himself to complete Anduin's training, and she would often see them spare against one another in the castle garden. The Little Lion wasn't so little anymore.

"Close ranks! Advance as one!" Genn commanded. "Lordaeron will be ours!"

A group of soldiers barked in unison, their spears smashing against the earth before they began to march forward. Schyuler watched as Genn turned and walked back towards them, a confident smile on his face as he bared his fangs proudly.

"My king, we have her cornered," he proclaimed as Anduin nodded silently in response, turning his attention back to the fight.

Schyuler watched anxiously as the Forsaken archers fired back against their soldiers, and as she scanned their line, she found the Banshee Queen herself among those fighting. She had to give the elf that much at least, fighting alongside her comrades instead of hiding like a coward. But she'd never admit it out loud to anyone.

What's her plan with all this? Her defenses are crumbling, it's as if she doesn't even care! Schyuler starts to get antsy, and her nerves go into overdrive as she watches Sylvanis leap forward, landing on the top floor of one of the siege towers. The swift moment caught her breath and for a split second she forgot how to breathe as the tower went up in flames.

All eyes were on Sylvanis, Horde and Alliance alike, as she vaulted her way down the side of the tower, dodging Alliance archers' attempts to knock arrows into her. The farther she went down, the tighter the grip of her clenched fists became, her fingernails threatening to pierce the skin of her palms. Then Sylvanis' eyes turned red, and the power of the Banshee Queen was revealed.

Her scream always caught her off guard. Ear piercing, no, ear bleeding. Schyuler's hands covered her ears as she swore her vision turned white for just a split second. Like a gust of wind, Sylvanis's body swooped down and phased through four bodies of Alliance soldiers who tried to rush her. Their bodies crumbled to the ground like rag dolls as she bared her fangs, looking out to her army and screamed. "For the Horde!"

A warcry from the Horde's side broke the silence, as a giant orc grabbed a horde banner as he raced forward. A troll mage with spiky red hair and long tusks raised his hands in the air, summoning blue energy and smashed it into the ground below him. The energy caused a chain reaction as the earth shattered around him, toppling more soldiers to the ground as a minotaur led a charged assault with a whole new wave of horde forces.

They were quickly overrunning the Alliance. They were losing ground as mages and riflemen covered the vantage point. But there was no point in standing around now. Anduin rose Shalyamane in the air towards the Horde forces. "Push forward!"

Schyuler doesn't remember moving. One second she stood at Anduin's side, the next she ran forward and sucker punched a troll in the face. The clash of blue and red was a whiplash all on its own. She kept moving, moving from one target to the next. She'd knock one down and fight another. It was as if there was no end in sight of the Horde.

A roar caught her ear as she turned to see an orc attempt to swing an axe at her torso. Schyuler fell to her knees, sliding along the ground as she avoided the swing before quickly turning her body to face his back. Leaping up, as the orc turned to face her, he was met with a backflip to his chin. He toppled backwards, dropping his weapon. As a final show of strength, Schyuler harnessed a purple energy in her hands and extended them forward, launching a chi blast directly to his chest. Trails of smoke filtered from his body as he collapsed.

"Anduin!"

Schyuler's eyes shot wide as she heard Genn call his name. She whipped around, finding the young king on his side along the ground. His helmet knocked off his head as his sweating blonde hair stuck to his face, watching in horror as Genn was shocked by a troll mage, his body spazzing to the ground.

The same troll launched towards Anduin and within those moments, Schyuler raced towards them and jumped, tackling the troll away from the king. "Get away from him!" The pair tumbled along the ground before Schyuler came out on top, pining his neck with one arm and raised her free fist to prepare a punch. She landed one on his cheek before she felt a painful shock through her body.

Schyuler screamed as blue energy coursed through her body and was thrown off by the troll. The shock almost left her paralzed, but she struggled to move. She was at the troll's mercy when a battlecry erupted from their side as the troll raised his shield at a startling pace, the surface making contact with Shalyamane as Anduin knocked him back and away from the monk. He swung twice, three times, each swing growing more powerful until the troll was knocked to the ground, his shield breaking in half as his damaged corpse dug its own grave.

Anduin breathed heavily, composing his posture and demeanour as he looked over at Schyuler who nodded thankfully in return. He reached for her, pulling her up to support her side whilst he clutched his father's sword in his other hand. They both looked out to survey the battlefield. Their numbers were dwindling, soldiers injured and struggling to stay on their feet.

The Horde was closing in on them. Their chances of winning this battle, surviving it, were slim. Schyuler glanced over at Anduin. Before she was anxious, now she felt fearful, scared even. "Anduin, what do we do?"

For a moment, Anduin wasn't sure what else to do. She could see it in his eyes. But once his gaze turned towards Shalyamane, he stared intently at the yellow glow in the sword's handle. The glow of the priest. Thunder roared through the sky as Anduin dropped Shalyamane to the ground, the edge of the sword piercing the earth below as clouds formed in the sky above them.

Anduin raised his hand in the air, summoning a beam of light from the sky. It shot down into Anduin's hand, coursing through his fingertips as he extended his hand outward and slowly a large yellow dome like wall formed around the pair and it extended outwards, shielding the Alliance army from the Horde. Schyuler looked out and watched as the Alliance soldiers slowly stood back up to their feet, the glow of them dome healing them.

Genn stood among them, a proud smile on his face as he looked towards Anduin. She could feel a warm glow course through her body, healing her wounds as she stood up from Anduin's side, cracking her knuckles eagerly as she felt her strength returning to her.

The dome collapsed as Anduin lowered his arm, catching his breath as he looked out to his army. "Stand as one!" He plucks Shalaymane from the ground and points it towards the Horde as Schyuler and Genn come to his side. "For the Alliance!"

The Alliance army erupts in a mixture of cheers and war cry, ready to engage in war once more. The Horde responds with their own war cry as they begin to charge towards them. Schyuler eyes Sylvanis in the crowd, a smile forming on the dark elf's lips as she summons an arrow and locks in her bow, quickly joining the charge.

"Round 2?" Schyuler questioned with a smirk.

"Round 2," Anduin responded in kind as the three of them rushed forward, blending with the rush of royal Alliance blue towards the walls of Lordaron.