COMMAND OF THE HIDDEN HUNTRESS
Prologue
( I do not own World of Warcraft…..or Selareosona….she belongs to my favorite author DarkLadySylvanas96)

Deep underneath the blight ridden, eerie kingdom of the putrid remnants of Lordaeron, an undead elveness reigned supreme over the covert forsaken dominion.

A sigh of utter weariness escaped Sylvanas Windrunner's frigid full lips, blackened with undeath. The retaking of the Undercity had taken an obvious toll on the Banshee Queen, as well as the betrayal of the vile, cunning dread lord Varimathras.

Those injuries would fade into a blur, like the past agonizing 8 years.

How many days were spent believing that her only child was dead? Wiped away with the rest of the proud Quel'dorei she cared for.
Her undead mind processed the silentious equation.

2921 days of shallow, abysmal depression.

Now she was granted another chance, a chance to be the mother she wished to be as a young girl, when she threw her gold coin in the great water fountain of Dalaran, along with her two sisters.

The kinks to her maniacal unhappiness were cleansed mere moments after she slaughtered the deceiving, ruthless demon who fouled her sanctum, when she learned of his prisoner's name, when Vereesa provided the evidence.
Selareosona….

As the Dark lady shifted about in her Royal Throne room, so to did her memories.

She remembered Thralls question that echoed, and ricocheted off her damp walls, that oozed with repugnant slime.

"What is this?"

Those three words had scrambled about her mind, screaming and shouting at her in a maddening repetition.

But then her sanity's savior barreled through the vast, ominous arched threshold. A bitter sweet relief swept through Sylvanas as she recognized the lithe silver haired elf, being replaced with stupor immediately, for her sharp, nimble ears flickered at the sound of Vereesa's concerned voice and what it had called out.

"Sela hold on. Its all right now."

Sylvanas could only stumble to her "royal" steps in a daze before sitting. Her red irises landed on the small form of the elven girl.
The furious, raging depths of the girls icy eyes, the pale unblemished flawless skin of youthfulness, the white blonde hair, and the name…. It was enough proof.
This was Selareosona, hers and Kael'thas' lively symbolism of love, happiness.

Suddenly Sylvanas was blinking back into the depths of reality of the present. By the light pitter patter of small approaching feet on the filthy cobblestone and to the sweet shy voice of a young girl.

"Minn'da?"

A smile of joy flitted across Sylvanas' face when she recognized the word, mother, being uttered by her precious daughter.

How many thanks could she hail to Vereesa for raising Sela then allowing Sylvanas to take custody of her.

Sylvanas swept the child into her armored arms, and a new reason to "live", an intangible contract rang in her mind.

She would raise Selareosona, she would instruct Selareosona, but most importantly she would do as she always done…

She would love Selareosona.

(A.N)
This is a possible start to a sequel taking place right after The story of Selareosona Windrunner…. But it will really take place after DarkladySylvanas96 posts her (final?) chapter of her epic story….just an idea so far though….if she approves it is then that I will continue.