Within the coming weeks since Neltharion's return to Kalimdor, he had returned to Uldum to finally complete the task he promised the Ramkahen Tol'vir. He battled the Elemental Lord Al'Akir and slain him. It was a signal to the Old Gods that Neltharion was not going to be returning to them as Deathwing. It was a symbol as well that he was going to do everything he can to either find a way to destroy them, or send them back to slumber where they belong. And for his deeds, he had gained the respect and trust of an entire people. It was the first Neltharion hoped in many loyalties he would earn. For now, he returned to Theramore Isle, to live in a small townhouse by the beach. Unfortunately, that beach was facing the Maelstrom. Neltharion, while Calia was away in her own duties with Stormwind, would watch silently on that beach, looking upon the Maelstrom. He wondered if he could fix it as well, but as Thrall and Aggra reminded him, somethings cannot be fixed. Around his next was the Dragon Soul, looking like nothing more than a harmless disk. No one ever thought more about it, thinking it was a trinket that Calia had bought for her strange draconic husband. Neltharion wanted it to remain that way.

Calia came home one day to find her husband staring out at the ocean towards the Maelstrom again. Neltharion touched the golden disk around his neck and shook his head. He turned around to find her with a soft smile on her face.

"No matter how long you look at it, it's not going to go away," she said.

"I can't help it," said Neltharion. He sighed heavily and lumbered over to her. He wrapped his scaly forelegs around her, gently nuzzling her with his snout. Calia wrapped her arms around him.

"I know," she said. "You made a mistake back then...and it still hurts a little."

"I just wish I could fix it," he said.

"It doesn't need fixing," said Calia. She leaned away from him, pulling herself out of his arms. "Most of this place doesn't need fixing. Things change. Sometimes, it's bad, sometimes its good. But things do change. And some things can't be fixed. Not many people know you had a hand in that, so, don't worry about it."

Neltharion's head wagged heavily. Calia took hold of his head.

"Keep reminding yourself, everything is going to be alright," she said. "Take the bad with the good, right? And I don't want a sulky husband. That's not what I agreed to when I said 'I do'."

Neltharion chuckled deeply. Then, he felt her pull him close. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. It was genuine this time. He wrapped his forelegs about her, melting into her embrace and she held him close to her. She could feel that tingle, that spark when their lips met. And she enjoyed every minute of it. Calia slowly pulled away, and Neltharion licked his lips. He braced his cheek against hers, deeply purring.

"You are a hopeless doofus," she whispered. "You know that?"

"I'm your hopeless doofus," said Neltharion. "You didn't have to do this for me, you know...you could have gone to live your life."

"Yeah, well, I didn't want to break your heart either," said Calia. "And...that life I wanted to live, it really was me wanting to live it with you. You were sort of my fairytale prince back then."

"And you're my knight and shining armor," said Neltharion.

Calia laughed: "Ysera's right, you are silly."

"I'm serious," said Neltharion. "Calia, you have rescued me from a horrible monster. I really couldn't have defeated him without you." He pressed his cheek against hers once more. "It's been years since I've been this happy. And I'm glad that you were able to give it to me."

Calia leaned into him, laying her head against his neck.

"You see, something good did come from Deathwing..." she whispered. "You and me."

"And I suppose I wouldn't want to change it any other way," Neltharion purred. "It's just so sad that it took that monster to bring us together. The horrible things he's done..."

"Horrible things that helped shape this world," said Calia. "We are stronger for it."

Neltharion took in a deep breath and laid his chin on her head.

"I know I am stronger for it..." he whispered.

His eyes once more fell upon the golden disk that hung from his neck. Neltharion's eyes narrowed as he looked upon the disk with uncertainty. As the sun began to set, its rays flashed across the surface, giving the disk a fiery gleam and shining into the Black Dragon's eyes.