New sword and a getting a pet soon...

"It has taken years but I've finally done it! Muramasa from Metal Gear has officially come to Warcraft! It took years to create this High-Frequency Blade... Sure I look like Saber Alter but I'm not her... I'm my person and shouldn't emulate her... This is the first step to becoming truly myself... No more pretending... While I admit you are an excellent sword replica of Excalibur Morgan... I need a blade that focuses on speed...

You would be an epic rank weapon but my new sword Muramasa is definitely on par with artifact weapons like Ashbringer... It even has its abilities... It prevents wounds from healing and it is perfect for killing heavily armored enemies its secondary ability is called Internal Destruction which bypasses all defenses and slices a person from within their body without cutting skin... It can even slice through space and time..." Morrigan smirks but then frowns since she needs to create a new combat style if she is to wield her new sword.

/// A year later Morrigan has finally completed her training...

"Daughter I've found a pet for y-" Varian tugged on the chains only to freeze up at his daughter's yell.

"FUCKING HELLS! IS THAT A DAMN GARN!" Morrigan who was an avid Warcraft fan in her last life understands just how damn dangerous this wolf is and unsheathes her Muramasa.

"Dad! Its claws can rend our armor its teeth can bite us in half! Kill it!" Morrigan's arms shake in a bit of fear.

'How in the world did Dad get his hands on one? I thought they went extinct!' Morrigan looks into Garn's eyes and sees a longing in them.

"W-wait wait wait! The Garn is pregnant! I thought you would like one of the pups! You should have let me finish! I'd never give you this Garn! I'd rather my daughter not end up as a stain inside her room!" Varian breathes in and out.

"Jee Dad thanks for the vote of confidence..." Morrigan gives her signature dead fish eyes look she learned from a certain silver-haired Shinobi.

'He's not wrong though... Even the mightiest of the orcs from Draenor fear the Garn...' Morrigan sheathes her sword but makes sure to be an entire yard away so she can act if needed.

/// Far Away in the frozen north within the darkest recesses of Arthas's mind...

'You may have struck me down within your own mind but I have gotten a glimpse of the future and a young human will fight you at Lights Hope Chapel she will dig out your heart and crush it before your eyes... The look of horror on your face was one to behold... Can't wait to see it myself instead of a vision... She does not yet know that her actions will have you surrender control to me! Normally I would implore you to kill that girl here and now... But this shall be your punishment for being an utter pain in my ass young prince!' Ner'zhul's soul has a sinister gleam all of a sudden before closing his eyes as Arthas has pushed him further into this darkness that is his new prison.

///

~Achoo~ "Who's talking about this Boss Lady..." Morrigan cutely sneezes then narrows her eyes as she looks around her.

"So you refer to yourself as boss lady huh?" Varian chuckles.

"Dad that wolf is so beautiful! Can I have a pup as well?" Anduin comes in and sits on his small throne with stars in his eyes.

"...You are very kind brother... You certainly take after your late mother more than our father... But I must implore you to reconsider... Garn wolves are very dangerous even as pups... Even I am apprehensive about taking care of a pup..."

"First of all... 'Our' late mother... And second, why can you have one but I can't!?" Anduin.

"Anduin..." Morrigan begins but is cut off.

"NO! You have been denying me everything I want! If I wanted to use a sword you say no! And now that I want a cute pup you say no! When will you stop coddling me!" Anduin runs away.

Morrigan pinches the bridge of her nose "He doesn't understand it's fine..." Morrigan sighs.

"This is why I have you be the voice of reason..." Varian snickers and then smiles.

"This... Well someone has to be... I suppose he was right... 'Our' Late mother huh... I wish I could've met her... I'm certain she was the one as the voice of reason and the one that wears the pants..." Morrigan says with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Varian sputters and then slumps dejectedly... "Aye... She was truly one of a kind..." Varian has a sad smile.

"I'm sorry Dad! I..."

"No no, it's fine... I just haven't gotten enough time to grieve yet with all of the politics and war efforts against the blasted horde..." Varian snarls when he says 'Horde' Varian will never forgive them which is why he has sent numerous raids against them in Kalimdor. Morrigan and Anduin have kept him grounded and have prevented him from amassing an army to march to Durotar.

Morrigan holds Varian's hand while having a remorseful look on her face.

"Now don't go making that face... I'm fine..." Varian perks up and smiles.

'Truly my daughter and my son are the light in the darkness... And I don't know what I would've done if I didn't have either of them... Oh, joy oh joy... More politics... I so do hate these meetings with these leeches!' Varian glares at the nobles that saunter into the keep.

Morrigan's glare matches her father's quite well...

'Damn parasites! If I had it my way they would all be dead! They are a poison to this kingdom!' Morrigan grits her teeth.

"Politics bore me... Only true strength matters... Money and positions are just false strength that can be taken away with ease..." Morrigan gets off her throne and walks away ignoring the noble's scathing glares.