Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first story I've publish on Fanfiction. I've been working on since WoTLK(which...wow...was over two..three years ago?) Anyway, I favour this era of Warcraft so I thought I'd publish my story still. I hope you enjoy. :3
"My Power strengthens as your numbers dwindle. How long will you make your army suffer, Lady Sylvanas? "Arthas said from across the battlefield, voice amplified through his minions.
Lady Sylvanas grit her teeth as she slew five minions of the Scourge. Grime and blood coated her long, black hair, and pale complexion. Beside her, her elfin friends stuck their swords and staves into the monsters battling them. The battle field was strewn with the bodies of loved-ones and disgusting creatures. The sky was black with smoke and the air was thick with the scent of blood. Lady Sylvanas retreated back, drawing her bow and pulling silver arrows out of her quiver. Her allies, the Horde, ran among her people, aiding her army of friends, slaying the Scourge and healing the hurt.
"Clea," Lady Sylvanas called out, eyes focused upon the battle. Her hunter appeared at her side, a grim look on her gentle face, and sadness in her red eyes.
"My lady?" She asked stiffly, as she shot arrows at the Scourge.
Lady Sylvanas bit back sympathy. No time for sorrow among her kind, the time of bloodlust and rage was now. The Scourge swept closer to their rangers, who stood far away from the melee, shooting arrows and bullets to wound the Scourge. She slew many minions before she spoke softly to Clea, bowing down to the hurt in her eyes, whom joined her in battle.
"What is troubling you?"
Clea's eyes filled with quick tears, but she said with a strong voice,
"My troubles can wait until we are victorious and The Lich King is dead."
Lady Sylvanas nodded; she summoned Thrall, her ally, and her former friend whom was the king of the Hordes most treasured city, Orgrimmar. He quickly bowed to her, then said,
"What is it, my Lady? I grow impatient with Arthas' toys and am eager to run my sword across his throat."
She smiled bitterly.
"He is one to stall us, but what are his plans? No…that does not matter. Thrall, I want you to gather my hunters; I have a mission prepared for them. Perhaps they can finally rid us of our impatience."
He bowed again, to show he understood, and ran off to gather them.
The high blood-curdling scream of a banshee filled the air.
Arthas can make his Banshees scream all they want, Lady Sylvanas thought, but the true pain of a banshees' scream comes from the tortured soul of one. Then she added bitterly, me.
Abominations hurled poison towards her, splattering around her in a perfect circle. She smiled and silently thanked Elizabeth of Silvermoon for her protection wards. Ghouls and ghosts shot around her in mayhem.
"The land burns with my Wrath. How long will you evade me, Sylvanas? I am eager to slit your throats in front of your allies, eager to show them their true master." Arthas mused, voice touching the ears of everyone.
"Fire the catapults! Send off the bats! Summon all the Warlocks!" Commanded Sylvanas, ignoring his taunts, her voice rising. "We must stop The Lich King!"
Voices of agreement floated towards her.
Clea, who stood behind her quietly, said,
"What do you wish the Dark Rangers to do?"
Lady Sylvanas turned towards her, sword still dripping the green and red blood of The Scourge. Her face was weary, but her eyes were fierce.
"We may have a chance to finally rid the world of Arthas. I'm choosing to send you and the other Dark Rangers into the woods, to spring an attack from behind. It is possible that his minions will be very focused on the attack from the front, and you all will be able to get to him."
Clea gave her a small smile.
"It may work." She whispered, then turned her head towards the crowd of hunters, that walked towards them. "And here my sisters come. By the looks of it, Thrall wants to privately speak with you."
Lady Sylvanas cast a glance at Thrall. His face was full of rage. Clea looked at her sisters, who majestically held their chins high, expressions hard and their bows in hand.
"Lady Sylvanas informed me that if we run through The Forest, we can spring an attacked from behind his camp, as she and Thrall led their armies to the front. She wants us to slay as many as we can, and try to reach Arthas. Understand?" Clea explained, back straight and eyes watchful.
They all nodded, saluting her with respect.
"Let us go then." She said.
They sprinted towards the woods, swords drawn; the better to slaughter the minions of the Scourge that blocked their pathway.