Note: Please enjoy chapter two. I have taken two opening quotes from Naruto (manga). Review and let me know how it's going. AGAIN, this is my story and I will not 100% follow the lore.

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Chapter 2

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"Often people have it wrong, mistakenly believing... that showing mercy to an enemy is kindness. They spare the foe whose life is in their hands... But don't you see? It's an empty existence... to go on living... alone and unloved... when defeat's already cost you your dream!"

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"Illidan? He's alive?" Tyrande said shocked.

Khadgar nodded.

"The burning legion has returned. Gul'dan escaped to the Broken Isles and what he is doing there is unknown but it is a danger to us all. I have reports that Illidan has been seen there as well."

"How could this be?" Tyrande faced her beloved Malfurion, looking to him for answers.

"I felt the earth becoming unsettled, but I can not imagine this would happen. All these years..." Malfurion said quietly to himself.

Tyrande turned back to Khadgar.

"I will dispatch my army and we will meet you on the broken shores."

"Very well, I will inform King Varian next." With a solemn nod the mage turned into a raven and flew off.

"Oh..my love, what should we do?" Tyrande said.

"We find my brother and see what has become of him."

Maiev had been following the night elf army across the sea to the broken isles. She could not believe that after all this time he could be alive, her nightmare reborn. Stealthed in the shadows, she was dressed in a dark purple cloak that covered her entire body. Maiev's face was covered by a thin golden mask. She no longer was a Warden, she had given up that position a long time ago when she went behind Tyrande and Malfurion's back and tried to kill Furion and the Highborne. Maiev's face twisted into disgust. Malfurion.. he was responsible for everything. Though she volunteered for the job as Illidan's jailor, he had sentenced his brother to a lifetime of imprisonment. In turn, the many thousands of years she held vigil over Illidan's cell, only for Tyrande -that bitch- to set him free. Causing the death of many of her fellow Wardens, both by Tyrande's and Illidan's hands.

Naisha...

Admittedly, she did enjoy Illidan's sentence in the beginning. Knowing that he was there, safely tucked away from the world. When she was sent on long missions to recapture dangerous criminals, she did wonder what he was doing and if he was waiting for her to return. Maiev took pleasure in seeing him in chains, on his knees, bound forever in darkness. She would taunt him by remaining quiet, moving back and forth in front of his cage. He would reply in kind by being still and appearing to ignore her.

A gull cried over head, breaking her thoughts. The ship docked and she moved with the crowd that was departing onto the embankments and slipping furthermore into the shadows. Time to hunt her prey.

Tyrande sipped her wine and closed her eyes as a gentle breeze caressed her face. Her army had setup camp near the shore and the tents were setup as temporary sleeping quarters. She breathed in the sea air and opened her eyes, gazing up to the moon's full glow. Tyrande tipped her wine towards the sky in gesture to the great goddess Elune before taking another sip.

"Tyrande." A soft baritone voiced called from the shadows.

Gasping, she whirled around to come face to face with the Betrayer.

"Illidan!" She said in a surprised whisper.

"It's been a long time Tyrande." He sighed her name as if it was the sweetest word to say. Her aura still was a bright shining light in his darkness. It gently bathed his demonic eyes and soothed them.

Tyrande noticed he was larger, more imposing, and frightening than before. Hiding her fear, she set down her wine glass.

"I have many questions."

Illidan grunted as a consent to continue.

"How are you alive? Who brought you back? Why? After all this time.." Towards the end she sounded heartbroken.

Illidan motioned to step forward, but stopped when she stepped back. Hugging herself in comfort, she awaited his replies.

"Gul'dan the Warlock has brought me back. The burning legion has returned again... you.. need my help again." Illidan's brain switched tracks. All he ever wanted was to prove himself to Tyrande and thousands of years never changed that.

"Gul'dan is dangerous, he is not to be trusted." Tyrande instantly spoke up.

"I am well aware of his possible treachery, I'm only allied with him for the time being." Illidan said.

"Why?" Tyrande asked.

"He has a plan... there is an artifact similar to the Eye of Sargeras that can control all the demons and dark magic, maybe even Sargeras himself." Illidan replied.

"Impossible! You know how dangerous the Eye was! The fact that there is another artifact of power is frightening." Tyrande said.

Illidan sensed fear and grabbed Tyrande's hands in a gentle grip. She tried resisting by pulling away, but relented when he didn't let go. Tyrande was tempted to call her guards and have him arrested, though it could cost her guards life and the potential life of others caught in the crossfire. No, she had to play it smart.

"I would never do anything to hurt you." Illidan said earnestly.

"I know," Tyrande whispered.

"I will find this artifact and bring it to you." He promised.

Tyrande stared at his blindfold, "What about Gul'dan? Your brother?"

She suddenly remembered her beloved Malfurion. He would want words with Illidan too.

"Do not worry about Gul'dan, I will deal with him when the time comes. My.. brother.. still lives?" Illidan ended his speech hesitantly.

Tyrande nodded.

"Yes, he is alive and well. He will want to speak with you."

Rustling and noise could be heard outside the tent.

Illidan took that cue to disappear.

"Mistress! Are you Ok?" Moments later guards arrived and were looking worried.

"I was talking to the Goddess Elune. I am fine." Tyrande smiled gently, a facade to put the guards at ease.

They didn't see the troubled look their mistress gave when they left.

Maiev had watched everything from the shadows. She was trembling in rage. She knew that if Illidan was alive he'd pay a visit to Tyrande. Maiev bided her time and waited, watching the priestess lounge and drink wine for a couple of hours. The task was boring, but thousands of years of watching and waiting... patience had paid off. She had to stifle a gasp when he appeared in Tyrande's tent.

Adrenaline made her body hum with anticipation but when Illidan reached to grab the priestess's hands, she balled her fists. Red hot with rage, she dare not breathe lest she give herself away with an angry shout. Instead she knocked over a holding rack that was outside the tent. The noise brought the guards running. As Illidan disappeared all she could feel was anger and more emptiness.

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End Chapter 2