Hellscream had another dream, He dreamed that he had returned to Draenor, leading the army of the Warsong Clan and sweeping through the Draenei villages. Wielding Gorehowl, he roared as he chopped one Draenei warrior after another to the ground with delight and excitement.
"For the Horde! Kill!" Hellscream bellowed as he charged into the village. A young Draenei appeared before him, and Hellscream, without hesitation, brought his axe down upon him.
But in the blink of an eye, that Draenei turned into the little Tauren he had seen during the day.
Hellscream stared at the fallen little Tauren, stunned in place. He looked around in a daze; it was not a Draenei village that surrounded him, but a Tauren one, yet it also seemed like his village in Nagrand. The scenery around him blurred, and a wave of fear rose in Hellscream's heart.
The little Tauren on the ground turned into a small Orc child, back turned to him. An inexplicable feeling rose in his heart; it was his son.
