I do not own World of Warcraft or any of it's characters ….. but I hope you all like my first posted fan fiction :D

Within Aerzoth, the scream of a young eleven woman tears into the dusk, containing within it all her agony, anger, hatred, and the hint of terror. Her ice blue eyes cut into those of the bastard man-child that had terrorized her kingdom's lands, scouring the living with his abominations. Failure flooded through her thoughts, over flowing her throat with another cry. Arthas over looked her body, as it twisted and screamed to be released from his grasp. A smile twitched upon his lips as a sinister thought crossed his mind. Taking a long, disgustingly sweet glance at his "army", which we're feasting themselves upon the gored bodies of the high elves or chasing the alive that had seen the now obvious defeat upon their homeland. Taking in this eerily beautifully sad sight, the man brought his gaze back into view of her lethally eyes of hateful ice. Chuckling darkly, he agreed to his own idea of dark intentions. Her eyes never flickered as Arthas leaned toward her as a lover would and moved her once luminous blonde hair with a gentle gesture that hid his true intentions. Stopping his lips just before the grazed her long elven ear, he muttered his idea, her future, and his end.
"You have made getting in this place a true thorn in my side, Sylvanas Windrunner" he let her name roll off his tongue. The battered general didn't twitch to his venom, but within her torso her heart thudded to the rhythm of fear. Trying to hid her erratically increased breathing, she let out an angry hiss.
"But, that image of dedication to ones cause is what any true leader needs…what I need. So, General, I have a proposition you simply cannot refuse." He chuckled darkly as he leaned away.
Absolute tear washed over Sylvanas, as images run through her mind of her family, her sisters, Que'Thallas before the war, her home, and Alleria. Painfully reaching at her neck, Sylvanas was shocked to find it missing. The necklace that Alleria had given her before her departure. Her last living, pure thought of the Ranger-General, was to find her beloved sapphire and sister after the war. Arthas began casting the spell that would be the demise of darkness upon botth their souls.
"Be raised as my general, Sylvanas."
Sylvanas' screeching of agony and anger could be heard throughout all of Aerzoth that night. And within the Outlands, a former Ranger-General turned toward the sound just as it faded into a new sound. The sound that could only be created by abominations that freeze one's bones with their wails. Sylvanas let her Banshee scream rip into the night, as did Alleria's tear of endless newfound sadness.