Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

Through this competition, Alaric successfully changed the perception the Farstrider Rangers held of him—and, by extension, of humans.

From that point onward, the task of recruiting volunteers became significantly easier.

High Elf rangers, unlike their mage counterparts, were naturally more open-minded and willing to embrace the unknown. 

They harbored a curiosity for the world beyond Quel'Thalas, and Alaric's presence sparked a mix of goodwill and intrigue toward humans. 

This resulted in many of them expressing their willingness to join Alleria in exploring the lands outside Quel'Thalas.

This open-mindedness was one of the traits Alaric admired most about the elves.

Although they were proud—bordering on arrogance—their pride stemmed from genuine pride in their race. 

In truth, they acknowledged the strengths of other races and could objectively face their own shortcomings. 

Their dignity didn't allow them to indulge in self-deception—a quality lacking in many humans.

Moreover, as a race naturally attuned to arcane energy, the High Elves respected the power of magic. 

This acceptance of arcane magic was one of the reasons Alaric, as a mage, could use enhancement spells to win an archery competition. 

Even among the rangers, who leaned more toward nature and distanced themselves from magic, there was no outright rejection of arcane arts.

Humans, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. 

Despite magic's undeniable power being proven repeatedly, human rulers remained wary and distrustful of it. Even with court mages in their employ, this skepticism lingered.

To minimize magic's influence on their nations, human societies—except Dalaran—encouraged commoners to view magic with caution, if not outright fear. 

Armies dominated by warriors often harbored disdain for mages, viewing them as unreliable enigmas. 

Of course, the brilliant minds of mages rarely cared about the opinions of muscle-bound warriors. 

This disconnect resulted in the peculiar phenomenon of Azeroth being a high-magic world where most ordinary humans still distanced themselves from magic.

Alaric's approach, therefore, might not have been accepted in a human army.

However, as Azeroth faced wave after wave of calamities, magic gradually became the backbone of its survival efforts. Perhaps attitudes toward magic would shift as a result.

In any case, during the subsequent recruitment process, nearly half of the Farstriders expressed their willingness to follow Alleria on her expedition beyond Quel'Thalas. 

Among them were elite rangers like Halduron Brightwing and Lireesa Hawkseye. Even Sylvanas proposed joining her sister.

"Be honest with me, Miss Moonlight. What's your real motive for wanting to join the volunteer force?" Alleria asked suspiciously, reacting instinctively to Sylvanas's self-recommendation.

"You misunderstand me, sister," Sylvanas replied with an innocent look. "I just want to help you out and share some of your burden."

"Share my burden?" Alleria raised an eyebrow at her sister, unconvinced. "Don't I know you well enough? 

With your personality, you've never been interested in matters beyond Quel'Thalas, have you?"

"Alleria, that's unfair!" Sylvanas protested loudly. "Who says I've never been interested in external matters? 

Wasn't I the first to recruit a human outsider into the Farstriders? And who opposed it back then?"

"Kae… Prince Kael'thas had his reasons," Alleria deflected awkwardly, pretending not to understand Sylvanas was referring to her. "Anyway, opinions can change, right?"

"Exactly! Just like how your opinion changed the moment you met little brother Sandor," Sylvanas teased, throwing a playful glance at Alaric. 

"That's worth some deep thought, isn't it?"

"There's nothing to think about," Alleria retorted, exasperated. 

"I simply believe the orcs pose a potential threat to Quel'Thalas, nothing more. But you—stop calling him 'little brother Sandor.' How well do you even know him?"

"Well, your brother is my brother, isn't he?" Sylvanas smiled slyly.

Alleria swore she had never hated that fox-like smile as much as she did now. She opened her mouth to argue but couldn't find the words.

At that moment, a bitter feeling washed over her, one she couldn't quite place.

She realized that the human brother she had chosen to recognize was now in her younger sister's sights. 

Sylvanas, like a playful child, seemed to have abandoned her rougher, duller toy in favor of a shinier, more mysterious one.

Although she knew Sylvanas meant no harm, and she should have been happy—after all, her most critical and stubborn sister now acknowledged Alaric's worth, paving the way for the Windrunner family to fully accept him—Alleria couldn't shake a growing unease within her heart.

It was the fear of losing something she held dear.

For a fleeting moment, Alleria even considered abandoning her quest to gain her family's acceptance of Alaric, just so she could keep him to herself.

But in the end, she dismissed the thought. Even if it would quell the gnawing anxiety within her, it wasn't worth it.

"Damn it, now I have to share this little brother with Sylvanas," Alleria fumed silently. "But not now. At least for now, he's mine alone. You can stay in Quel'Thalas and wait!"

With that resolve, Alleria shifted the conversation away from their tangled relationships and onto another matter.

"Honestly, I'd love to fight alongside you, sister," she said in a wistful tone. "But that's impossible. Vereesa is still too young. 

One of us must bear the responsibility of the Windrunner name and lead the Farstriders. 

Originally, that was my role, but I've chosen to fight for the entire continent instead. So I'm sorry, but you have to stay and take on Mother's mantle, leading the Farstriders to defend Quel'Thalas."

Hearing this, Sylvanas fell silent.

She knew Alleria was right. 

The Windrunner family had always been the leaders of the High Elf rangers. 

Now, with her sister choosing to fight for the greater good of the continent, Sylvanas had no choice but to step up. 

Unless the Sunstrider court explicitly ordered otherwise, her fate was to remain in Quel'Thalas and fight for its interests.

Though she felt a pang of resentment, Sylvanas knew she couldn't refuse.

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