"The Tardis isn't just a machine Sylvanas, it's alive!" The Doctor said telepathically.
"What is that supposed to mean Doctor? This technology...it's unknown to my planet, I don't doubt it's alive in some way." Sylvanas explained.
"Don't you miss your previous life? Your previous home? Your family?" The Doctor teased.
"What sort of question is this?" Sylvanas spat.
"A simple one." The Doctor replied.
"Of course I do...I always do." Sylvanas said with sadness in her voice. She then remembered her necklace, given to her by her sister Alleria. She put it around her neck, tucking it under her clothes.
"Go to the console Sylvanas, feel the Tardis, communicate with her, be one with her!" The Doctor instructed.
"It's a...she?" Sylvanas said surprised.
"It's whatever it wants to be." The Doctor replied.
"I understand...I think." Sylvanas said arriving at the console.
Sylvanas slowly extended her hands and cautiously placed them on the console. At first she felt nothing, but then she felt warmth, a soothing acceptance. Her mind raced with happy memories of her past, her family, her days as a Farstrider, as Ranger-General. The Tardis suddenly shuddered and the familiar wheezing sound began again, Sylvanas snapped open her eyes in surprise as she was thrown to the ground. The wheezing sound stopped and everything became calm.
Sylvanas blinked a few times, then noticed that the Tardis's floor was...gold? She looked up, everything was gold, the ceiling of the Tadis was beautiful golden patterns laced with red and blue curtains. It was like a palace, like...her home! She stood and looked at the console, it also had changed. What was once a silver metal had been replaced with a beautiful wooden surface, laced with beautiful carvings and gold trimmings. The lights on the console has changed to bright colours, of blue, green and red. The centre rotor's rods had been replaced with a large beautiful ruby, which like the former rotors would rise and fall. The centre glass tube that contained the former rods had replaced with a green hue, sparks of mana energy flowed around the ruby. It was...beautiful.
"The power of your mind has made the Tardis your home." The Doctor explained to her.
"I...I don't know what to say." Sylvanas said a gasp.
"Don't thank me, thank the Tardis." The Doctor said calmly.
Sylvanas turned to the console, and slowly put her hand on the wooden surface.
"Thank you." Sylvanas said with a kind smile. The Tardis made a strange groan sound.
"She says you're welcome." The Doctor said kindly. Sylvanas smiled, for the first time since she was...alive, she felt accepted.
"Go...see where she has taken you." The Doctor instructed.
Sylvanas turned to the doors as they swung open, almost on command. She hesitated for a moment before making her way to the open doors. As she exited the Tardis she was blinded by the sudden light change, but something caught her off guard right away. A horrible stench filled the air, the sounds of screams, chilling sounds...that were, strangely familiar.
Her eyes adjusted, the sight she was greeted with, filled her with terror. She was...back in the Invasion of the Scourge, the invasion of her home. Rotten and decaying corpses slaying down warriors and archers all around her, dropping like flies, screams of terror then silence. She closed her eyes, rage boiling up inside her. Why?
"WHY DID YOU TAKE ME HERE?" Sylvanas screamed as she turned and punched the Tardis door, cracking the wood. She continued pounding the Tardis screaming in rage.
"YOU EVIL BITCH, WHY? WHY DAMMIT, WHY?" She fell to her knees, tears of pain falling freely down her face. She sobbed hard and uncaring, letting out all the pain of her past life. After a short while, she regained her composure, although something didn't seem right. The smell of decay had increased, but the sounds of death, had gone silent. She turned, and to her terror, the Scourge were staring right at her, poised to attack.
Sylvanas backed up to the Tardis, like a rat in a trap, there was nowhere to go. Sylvanas surveyed the scene, looking for a escape route, her former ranger talents were still in her blood. She then caught a glimpse of a figure that made her blood boil, mounted on a skeletal horse once known as 'Invincible' stood a man with heavy armour and long hair. The hair once golden now pure white with death. It was him, the former Prince of Lordaeron...Arthas Menethil!
He smiled wickedly at her then raised his sword, pointing it right at her. "Kill her" He spat, the Scourge beginning to charge. There was no escape, it was over, the Doctor had lied to her, was it all a trick?
Before she could think anymore, she felt a hand roughly grab her bicep. She looked up to see who the hand belonged to. She was surprised to see, it was a woman. Her features, soft yet stern, blue glowing eyes, flowing golden hair, long pointed ears. She was wearing blue and brown armour...ranger armour.
She went into shock with realisation...
The hand belonged to...herself.