Disclaimer: I do not own Warcraft. I barely own my Blood Elf. All Characters mentioned are the property of their respective players.

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait in updating. I've been having writer's block with this story and I don't want it to sound forced. I wanted to write a few good chapters before updating as well. As far as writing goes, I'm almost done with the tournament, which as you'll recall I turned into a week long event vs. a back to back encounter in the game. Mainly, this was due to character and plot development as well as giving it a feel of reality vs. game time. Anyhow, onto Chapter 3! Also due to editing I'm having to use Italics to indicate when she's dreaming or thinking.

As soon as they landed on top of the peak of the Silent Vigil, She dismissed her netherwing drake with a promise of a hot meal. Thrall gathered his thoughts. He was curious about the Blood Elf. Tirion's mention of her training and her past association with The Lich King's former self had led to questions of why he did not know these things about members of his own Horde. "Was there something you needed, Warchief?" The question was almost as frigid as the air. She didn't like being woken from the few good memories she dreamed about. "Why have you kept this information a secret from us?" It wasn't said with anger, more of a passing curiosity. Liselitha was confused. "What information?" Thrall turned to look at her incredulously. "This information would have been valuable in the weeks leading up to our initial invasion in this God forsaken place." Then Liselitha understood. "Would it have changed Garrosh's or Sylvannas' mind? No. Sylvannas knew of my past. She hides it well, but she knew exactly who I was when she sent me as her envoy to you on behalf of the Blood Elves. At any point during our alliance you could have asked Sylvannas or Lor'themar. I keep my past a secret for many reasons, Warchief." She turned and whistled, summoning her drake. Thrall then realized why she ran, "You're ashamed of your past." She turned back to look at him, her eyes flashed blue for two seconds then they returned to their fel green. "If you had committed half the crimes I had, you would be too." Thankfully, the drake arrived at that moment. She hopped on and soared back down to the tournament grounds. Thrall turned to the east where the sun began to rise in earnest. He would have a talk with the Banshee Queen, this was not the first time she had kept vital information from him.

Liselitha sneaked back into the Sunreaver's Pavilion and quietly returned to where she slept. She looked at her friends that were still asleep in the early morning. She would make a few errand runs before the tournament, she needed to get out of the grounds for a little while before Jaina awoke and decided to confront her as well. Or heaven forbid she run into Garrosh or Varian this early in the morning. She quickly donned her armor and returned to where she had left her dragon to wait. The cool air was beginning to warm, or so it felt like. "Liselitha Sunweaver?" She sighed in annoyance, she wanted to actually escape duty for a moment. "This had better be important squire." The squire simply held up a missive addressed to her. She paid him for the delivery and opened it.

"Lady Sunweaver,

I request your presence regarding the tournament. Please meet me at the Silver Covenant Pavilion after receiving this missive."

It was signed by Jaina. This was what she had been hoping to avoid. Apparently, she hadn't just gotten Garrosh's panties in a bunch, but also Varian's. With a longing look to her lonely mountain perch, she sighed and began walking over to the Silver Covenant Pavilion where yet another confrontation this morning awaited her.

Jaina looked at her tersely as Liselitha made her way over to the "enemy" pavilion. The latter had been stopped numerous times by squires delivering missives from any number of places. I could kill any one of these commanders right now. She thought angrily. There had to be other adventurers around who could take care of some of these missions. After she met with Jaina, she would check in with her friends to see if maybe they wanted some extra gold before the second round of the tournament. She saw that the mage looked unhappy about being kept waiting. "My apologies, Lady Proudmoore, for keeping you waiting. What was it you wished to discuss?" Jaina eyed her with disapproval. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Liselitha? Participating in this tournament is insane and you know it." Liselitha waited while Jaina went on about how she could be killed; how getting into Icecrown Citadel would be much worse and more likely that she would die, then raised from the dead as a banshee to serve the very being she wanted revenge on. "Jaina, are you going to stand idly by and watch as other champions who are in it for the gold or the rewards fight your battles?" Jaina stopped abruptly, then looked bashful. "No, I'm actually going to be helping Sylvannas Windrunner run a reconnaissance mission when we finally do march upon Icecrown Citadel." Liselitha nodded. "And what of me, Jaina? Do I not deserve that same right?" The mage looked down. She knew that Liselitha had as much, if not more, right as her to be there when they finally marched upon the citadel. "And when we finally confront him?" Liselitha's eyes glowed and changed from burning green to Ice blue. "I shall free those that he has enslaved, and give Laur'eal the burial she deserves." She turned and left, but her eyes never changed back.

When she approached the tent, she was at once blocked by the guards. "No Silver Covenant members allowed, go back to your own tent." Baffled, she raised herself to her full height. "I am Liselitha Sunweaver, member of the Sin'dorei." The guards laughed at her. "If you were a member of the Sin'dorei, your eyes would be Fel Green like the rest of us." Confused, "My eyes are fel green, they've been fel green for six years." Again, the guards laughed. "Trust us, Quel'dorei, your eyes are not fel green, nor do they look as if you have even tasted fel magic." "Prove your words, I demand to see a mirror." She replied hotly. The guards chuckled as one ducked into the tent to retrieve a mirror. Upon his return, she yanked the mirror from his hand and turned the face towards her. Shocked by the sight of her eyes, she collapsed into a heap in front of the no longer laughing guards.

She felt hot and heavy hands roaming over her body as a wave of pleasure ripped through her. "Arthas..." The name on her tongue was as sweet as the wine that still was detectable on his lips. She felt his kisses dip down to below her neck and passing into the valley between her breasts. She didn't know exactly when they had decided to become lovers, but she was glad for it now. "Lis..." Her name was lost as he pillaged her breasts and made the heat rise higher. She felt his hands moving lower and she matched him, brushing her hands over the planes of his chest and abdomen, and stopping over the ties to his trews. Slowly she untied the small bits of cloth holding the pants on, as he was doing the same. She felt his length then, hot and thick it rippled in the promise of ecstasy. He groaned as she touched him and she felt emboldened. She began to run her fingers along his length taking her time to explore him. But Arthas wasn't as patient. She laughed as he picked up her nude form and transferred her onto the bed. He then set to work, exploring every inch that she had to offer, all seventy inches. She mumbled incoherently in a mix of Thalassian and Common. Then she felt him stop. "Lis, if you don't want to do this. You don't have to." That was always like him, leaping before he looked, but then looking mid-leap. She smiled at him, and that was why she loved him. She kissed him. "No, Arthas, I do want this." He kissed her back, slowly at first, then began to kiss her with the fire of his passion. And not just his passion in the bedroom, but the passion he held for all aspects of his life.

Liselitha jolted awake, and promptly hit her head on the bunk above her. Wincing and cursing in pain, she was forced to lay back onto the bed until her head cleared. She faintly heard boots walking on wood, and frowned as they got louder. "So you're awake." She looked over at Tirion to find him frowning down at her. "So it would seem. What happened that I was dragged all the way here and not put into the Sunreaver Pavilion?" Tirion's frown deepened. "You mean you don't remember?" Then it all came rushing back, the conversation with Jaina, the argument with the guards, the mirror, and...She bolted upright and raced towards a mirror hanging on the wall. Her eyes were fel green, but she could have swore... "They were blue. The guards and Jaina can attest to that." Tirion's voice sounded far away, and she was baffled. "But how? I thought the fel magic was irreversable. Hence the reason that the orcs on Azeroth are green skinned and the untainted orcs on the remains of Draenor are their original brown." Tirion looked at her. "I don't know, Liselitha. Did you willingly take the fel magic into your system? Consume it of your own free will?"

Liselitha wasn't sure, That portion of her life was a blur, a twisting nether of pain. "I don't know. I honestly don't. All I remember was the agony of the addiction. Whether I chose to partake of the fel magic or not was a moot point when I awoke. It had been done and over with by the time I fully awoke." Tirion nodded. "I noticed it when we were speaking the other day, I thought it was a trick of the light at the time, but I now know that it wasn't. Whatever happened, it is obvious that it is being reversed." Liselitha curiously. "With the Sunwell restored, I can understand. But why now. It has been two years since Kael'thas Sunstrider was defeated and the Sunwell restored, and none of my other brethren have noticed a change." Tirion contemplated this. "Perhaps, it is not a why now, but more of a why you. This is just a theory, but what if you were forced into the fel magic? Maybe more, against your free will. You say you have very little recollection of that time. What if in your pain, someone gave you the fel magic in the form of water or some other means?" It was perfectly rational, but still... "Why me and why now? What is the significance of my losing the fel taint at this point?" Tirion looked at her. "What were you just dreaming about?" Liselitha was embarrased, the dream had been a very intimate moment with Arthas near the beginning of their relationship. "About Arthas, when I was seventeen." Tirion nodded. "And from what I understand, You were arguing with Jaina about whether or not it was right of you to confront Arthas. I believe that these changes may become permanent if you succeed in righting the wrongs of your past. More precisely, by defeating Arthas and freeing those he has trapped." Liselitha frowned at the thought. "There is one way to test your theory, Tirion, but I will need to do so later. I need to get some errands done before I am in the ring again tonight." Tirion raised his eyebrows. "Liselitha, you've been asleep all day. I afraid whatever plans you had need to be rearranged. Your team enters the ring in one hour." Cursing she raced from the Argent Pavilion and over to Sunreaver Pavilion.

Azidan was not happy. "Where have you been? There's all sorts of rumors flying around about you. And you're late to boot." Liselitha, short of breath, was still struggling into her boots, which at the moment refused to go onto her feet. "Not...m'fault. The healers at the Argent Pavilion didn't wake me." Azidan looked confused. "Why were you in the Argent Pavilion for healing? Why not the Sunreaver Pavilion?" Liselitha looked at him with frustration as she finally fell onto her back from the strain of trying to get her boot on. "Would you like some help with that?" Liselitha shot him a heated glare. "No. I'm fine. I was in the Argent Pavilion because the guards at the Sunreaver Pavilion refused to let me in." Azidan looked at her confused. "You must have pissed someone high up off." She would let him think that, it was better than telling him the truth about what was happening. "Yeah I would be surprised if it were Garrosh Hellscream." Azidan laughed at that. The confrontation between the two of them must have been funny from an outside point of view. "Anyway, you be mostly focusing on keeping Babylon up tonight. Don't know what they have planned, but we'll beat it down." Liselitha nodded and made her way to the Argent tournament ring with Azidan next to her.

Again the same thing happened, Prayers of sanctity and fortitude were said by members of the group, while a feast fit for a king made them swell with power and pride. Liselitha blessed her comrades with Holy Strength, Wisdom, Vitality, and Sanctuary. And lastly prayed to the light for herself. She felt herself swell once again with deeper pools of mana than she had previously, as if the prayers and spells had opened her up more to the deep and hidden wells of power she possessed. Then they saw the officiators of the matches enter. Tirion Fordring then addressed the assembled crowd. "Welcome back, champions. I am glad to see you return to the ring and I hope that you have rested well. Grand Warlock Wilfred Fizzlebang will summon forth your next challenge. Stand by for his entry!" The gates at the other end of the Colosseum opened to reveal a wizzened gnome. Liselitha had never personally seen a gnome, who could not change into a dragon, up close and was intrigued by the short creature. Then it spoke, "Thank you, Highlord! Now challengers, I will begin the ritual of summoning! When I am done, a fearsome Doomguard will appear!" Liselitha's gut wrenched at the prospect. Hadn't Outland been enough? She had slain hundreds of the untamed minions that warlocks often subdued. And now she was to face another. The Gnome's next words invaded her thoughts as a dark purple summoning circle appeared in the center of the arena. "Prepare for oblivion!" A huge dark portal appeared, and from within it's depths, a thing of deep red step forth. This was no doomguard, this was an Eredar Lord! How the hell had the gnome been able to summon that thing! "Ah ha! Behold the absolute power of Wilfred Fizzlebang, master summoner! You are bound to ME, demon!" If she had been less scared of the demon lord, she would have put her face in her palm at the idiotic tendencies of this particular gnome. After the confusion of the summoning passed, The demon addressed the gnome that now proclaimed to be his master. "Trifling gnome, your arrogance will be your undoing!" The gnome tried for one last voice of power. "But I'm in charge her-" The gnome never got to finish the sentence, before the demon quickly dispatched of him. She heard panic start to rise in the crowd as people quickly made their way to the exits. But Highlord Fordring took control of the situation. "Quickly, heroes! Destroy the demon lord before it can open a portal to its twisted demonic realm!" Now the demon faced Babylon who took a staggering step backward. "You face Jaraxxus, eredar lord of the Burning Legion!"

As soon as the demon had turned to face Babylon, she immediately began to channel healing and protective spells. Suddenly the demon through up his hand and one of the combatants burst into bright green flames. Liselitha watched as the person ran around in a panic, until a shaman sent a healing wave of water over the person. But the flames were nothing compared to what happened next. The demon indeed open a portal and summoned forth a mistress of pain. Tension began to creep into the group. Vindicator taunted the mistress of pain while another of their group was sent aflame. She busily concentrated on keeping Babylon alive, while the other two healers focused on keeping the rest of the group. Sweat beaded on her forehead as the constant incantations drew every ounce of mana that she had within her. By this time the mistress of pain was killed and everyone concentrated on killing Jaraxxus. But she was beginning to tire, and the next spell the demon cast made her groan in pain as the last of her energies were poured into keeping Babylon alive. A portal for summoning infernal demons opened and the balled forms of their resting state poured forth. Three Infernal demons took shape and began attacking. Once again everyone's attention with diverted to killing the minions of the eredar lord. She called out to the light to give her strength and felt her mana begin to replenish slowly. She restarted the incantation for the Holy Light and watched as Babylon continued to fight the demon lord. Then everyone moved back to damaging Jaraxxus, as his infernals had been destroyed. Then, he fell forward with a thud and with his last breath proclaimed "Another will take my place. Your world is doomed." and then the demon breathed no more. Liselitha winced in pain as her mind tried to slow down the incantation to a stop then she collapsed for a second time that day, but she did not lose consciousness.

The Highlord began to address the assembled on-lookers. "The loss of Wilfred Fizzlebang, while unfortunate, should be a lesson to those that dare dabble in dark magic. Alas, you are victorious and will face the next challenge tomorrow evening. Go and celebrate your triumph." Tired and in no mood to celebrate, the weary group of heroes trooped out of the arena, some supporting others. "Come on, Lis. I'll help you." She looked up to find Babylon standing there over her with his hand outstretched. "Was never really good at the healing arts myself, but you're very good." She smiled up at him wearily as he supported her weight. Together they walked from the arena and the stench of the demon lord.

But apparently the night was not over for everyone. There was an argument going on. "Treacherous Alliance dogs! You summon a demon lord against warriors of the Horde! Your deaths will be swift!" She could hear the venom in Garrosh Hellscream's words. "Uh, Babylon, I think I need to go." His attention was drawn away from whatever he was saying to the brewing argument. "Oh leave it alone, Lis. They're just going to fight about it then everyone will cool down tomorrow." She shook her head. "I've got a bad feeling, Babylon. I'll meet you guys back at the pavilion." She disengaged herself from him and made her way over to where the fight was brewing. "The Alliance doesn't need the help of a demon lord to deal with Horde filth. Come, pig!" That was all the invitation that Garrosh needed. He swung his axe at Varian Wrynn, but was blocked by the Ashbringer "Everyone, calm down! Compose yourselves! There is no conspiracy at play here. The warlock acted on his own volition - outside of influences from the Alliance." Liselitha ran up to where he stood. "Is everything alright, Highlord?" Tirion looked at her in surprise. "Liselitha, I thought you would be in bed. Yes everything is under control here." At this point, the Highlord glared at the two hot-headed individuals. "Our honor has been besmirched! They make wild claims and false accusations against us. I demand justice! We challenge the Horde!" Liselitha could only watch as a decision was made. "I will allow your champions to fight in place of my knights tomorrow night, Varian. But they will fight with honor, and obey the rules of combat." With that the Highlord tuned to leave. "I hope your little healer rests well for tomorrow, she's going to need it." Varian sneered. For that she kicked King Wrynn in the groin. "You would do well to remember who I am, Varian Wrynn. I don't care if you were highjacked on your way to a meeting with the Horde, you will treat the Warchief with respect and respect the wishes of Highlord Fordring." She turned away and felt a dagger hit her shield, where her back would have been.

He was leaving her. She watched as he bowed to Daelin Proudmoore and his daughter, Jaina. The air about him was different, the same as it had been when they had first realized that they had feelings for each other. "Sister Sunweaver." She turned to find Uther walking up to her. At age nineteen, she was one of the youngest members of the Knights of the Silver Hand. She and Arthas had just passed their final test, and had been inducted together. And now, three days later, he looked at another woman the way he had eyed her on that fateful day. It hurt. It was good she was returning to Quel'Thalas for a short time before officially beginning her service. "Yes, Uther?" He broke into a smile. "I thought you would be on your way home by now. From what you told me, your sister is being inducted into the Rangers of Silvermoon shortly." She nodded. "It will be good to see home again. I miss Silvermoon City very much. There was just one more thing. But it appears that it will have to wait until I return." Uther nodded in understanding. "Lost love is a hard burden to bear." She nodded, then turned to him with her eyes shining with unshed tears. "It is for the best. I will live thousands of years after he had passed. My parents are older than his great grandfather, and I...well, I know that there will be time for all of this later." Uther placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You will do well, Liselitha. Just remember to return in three months for your first assignment." Liselitha nodded, then turned and made her way to her room in Castle Lordaeron for one last time. She had practically grown up here. Only seeing her family on holidays. She began packing clothes and other valuables. She came across a book and opened the cover. There, pressed between the cover and the rest of the book, lay a small sprig of peacebloom. She carefully cradled it in her hand and began to weep. She lay the fragile flower back in it's cover, and gently placed the book in her backpack. Taking one last look around, Liselitha made her way out of the Keep to the stables where her horse rested. She made the horse ready, but a voice made her stop. "So you're leaving, just like that?" She turned to find Varian Wrynn looking down at her. "Varian, I don't expect you to understand, but this is for the best. Arthas and Jaina will make a fine pair. We would have never worked, we're too much alike." He stepped closer, she knew he had been infatuated with her. "And me?" Liselitha shook her head. "Varian, you're married now, with a child of your own. I've always held you as a friend. It's why I made these..." She held up a glinting dagger, "So that we three will never forget that we are brothers and sister in arms."

Author's Note: Please R&R, constructive criticism is welcomed, but flames will be extinguished.