A/N: Forgive me for taking so goddamn long to finish this chapter. I'd been afflicted by a terrible demon: writer's block. I hadn't been quite sure how to fill in the missing half of the chapter, but I finally finished it.

Thank you for all the favorites, follows and shit. And thanks to for the reviews. A girl is very happy when she gets proper feedback on her work.

So yeah, here's the second chapter now that Sylvanas and Velanas are back together. The story will properly progress in this odd sort of A/U fic.

Hey DeathTheManiac; Ignore the time stuff in the prologue. I totally had forgotten about the mortal races n shit. We'll go by normal canon timeline. So right now, it's year 27.6

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"Normal Speech"

'Thinking'

"Demon Speech"

Ship/Skyship Names or Book Names

'Demon Thinking'

Act II

Waking up from a rather restful slumber, the Sin'dorei found the bed empty. Her lover though, was found near the entrance to their personal quarters. Of course, Sylvanas was already buckling her armor in place for the day and adjusting her cuirass. So much for sleeping in with a tall sexy woman to snuggle up to.

"Are you coming little raven or are you simply going to laze in bed all day?"

"I never thought I'd be getting married to the Dark Lady of the Forsaken," half-joked Velanas as she cleaned herself up with a quick spell (hey, cosmetic and hygienic magic comes in handy). Once dressed in her tight leathers and belted several knives and daggers to her waist, she accompanied Sylvanas on her rounds around Undercity.

Currently, they were on foot near the bank in the center of the city. There was no need to bother the skeletal horses for a simple round around the main district. What good are feet if one never uses them?

Giving the vertically challenged assassin a spank to her shapely rear, the Banshee Queen replied, "Hush you. Our relationship is still a secret outside the Forsaken. Can't let any living people learn about our love just yet or I'll have not only Lor'themar hounding me, but all of your friends from back home too. I doubt very many people would think highly of us should they learn just yet or I'll have not only Lor'themar hounding me, but all of your friends too. What do you think they'd say if they discovered a tiny elf is dating a big scary monster?"

It took her a moment to figure out a comeback and said, "First off, I'm not short! I'm just vertically challenged. Two; you're a big softy, not a horrible monster. And if you are, you're my scary monster! And then they'd ask me if I've completely lost my mind for loving a forsaken woman. Or in Lor'themar's case, he'd probably spout on and on about how you're the worst possible person to marry because you're dead and a woman so a child would be a zero percent chance. As if my chances of having children are already minuscule at best."

Pausing in her stride, Sylvanas wove herself upon the girl's toes. Nearly two full feet separated their heads. One standing at an impressive seven feet and three inches while the other languishes at a mere five feet, three inches. Tilting the Blood elf's chin up and gazing into her eyes, she asked, "What do you mean? I thought you were fertile in the sense a living creature is. How can your odds of getting pregnant be incredibly small?"

Quietening her voice so only her lover could hear, Velanas answered, "A few years back, I was terribly injured on an assassination attempt gone wrong. Details are irrelevant, but the gist of what happened to me is that I ended up with a poisoned dagger in my womb. Asshole stabbed me three times before I was able to stab him in the kidney. Dumbass went down like a like a pile of rocks. Once I had dispatched him, the healers make at camp were able to prevent the venom from spreading. Something like a localized containment spell. If the spell fails, let's just say my life is forfeit."

Interlocking her fingers with Velanas', the Banshee Queen said as she hid their hands behind their back, "I am so sorry. I had no idea such a precious right was taken away from you so unwillingly. Once we have time, I'll send a few members of the enchantment and curse removal regiment to see about fixing it. I promise they will not cease their investigation until you're healthy once more."

Eyes brimming with tears, the assassin gasped, "You have no idea how much it means to me that you would do anything for me."

"You know as well as I do, that I would have hunted the fool to the ends of Azeroth and torn him limb from limb after ripping his face off for daring to touch my woman. Lucky for him, you already ended his life. A little too soon for my preference." A creaking clock somewhere in the sludge pit of a city, a bell resounded, reminding people of the new hour. " Unfortunately my dear, I have something to attend to dear. Go on ahead to your archery lessons until I call for you. Remember, keep the string close to your cheek and only let go once you're sure you'll hit your mark. I'll see you soon my dala'surfal," cooed Sylvanas in an almost heartwarming manner.

"Thank you Sylvie."

Xxxx

"As your leader, I have final say over anything and everything that goes on in this city. But we are sisters and I share everything with you," began Sylvanas as fourteen Dark Rangers filed into a hidden council room bridged off from the main chamber of the Royal Quarter.

The room itself was cold slate brick with crimson curtains and standards of the Forsaken pinned to the plain walls. Faded marble archways had been worked flawlessly into the masonry The walls were decorated with portraits of veterans whom made a significant change for their cause, or whom had been brutally murdered. A cavernous room large enough to conceal an entire troop of elves.

All eyes were on the Dark Lady as she spoke, "As some of you knew, I once had a lover in the days I was alive." Only shortly after she had begun, did Velanas slip silently into the chamber almost unnoticed. "Recently, she has returned to me all too conveniently as a gift from Silvermoon City as a token of goodwill and so that we remain more than tenuous allies. Little did I know Velanas here was the bodyguard sent to me. It may be a little selfish of me, but I wish to instate her as the official head of the Dark Ranger unit. What say you, ladies of the night? Yes to a new sister and a queen in waiting? Or not?"

Stepping forward, an undead elf she knew as Kalara said, "I cannot speak for my fellow sisters, but I'd gladly welcome this ball of cuteness into our fold. We are too somber year round.I've patrolled with her before, and she is a kind, but just woman. I believe it's time we had a member who is skilled and yet a beautiful soul. And far too adorable if I say so myself. My vote, yes!"

Erika hissed as she put forth her two cents, "I say nay! That woman is alive. Is it not our creed to not trust the living? And there has been no evidence your little sex toy is even skilled with a bow. For all we know, she could have been a mere barmaid you stole from somewhere!"

"My wife is loyal to a T when it comes to our relationship. We've know each other for nearly three hundred years and dated for half a century before she went missing the day the Scourge attacked. And I've seen her skill with her daggers; there is no finer assassin than Velanas in the Eastern Kingdoms. What's more, is she's already being instructed as per my order. Not only that, I will personally teach her to master the art of archery and fine marksmanship," scowled Sylvanas at the woman who insulted her lover.

"My apologies. I should not have doubted you, Dark Lady. Our Queen only chooses the most deserving to set her. It makes sense you'd do the same for your lover."

The invisibility spell currently active allowed Velanas to hide in plain sight and she was positively stunned by the trust and respect her lover had for her. And more astonishing was that all of these undead were more than willing to accept her as their commander.

"Cancel that silly spell of yours and greet your sisters."

Innocuous as her spying might have been, Velanas felt embarrassed that she had been caught so easily. In her poutiest of voices, she asked, "H-how were you able to find me so easily?"

"It's not hard to hear the little beat of your heart in a room of dead women. Since you heard everything, I won't have to repeat myself. Then I dub you Shadow Raven, my dear assassin. Prove yourself worthy of your new position and make me proud!" Sylvanas saluted in the Forsaken manner to which everyone reciprocated the respectful gesture.

"Is that all, my Lady?" asked one of the Dark Rangers who stood up.

Nodding, Sylvanas replied, "For now, yes. Now that we're at peace, no world disasters or the sort time is on our side. Tonight though, we will reconvene in the Royal Quarter to show the Horde she is my equal, my partner and my anchor. Sisters, you are dismissed."

xxxx

As the sin'dorei passed the bat handler in the center arena of the city, the assassin noticed a small little bat struggling to stay aloft. Velanas couldn't help, but pity the poor thing. Striding closer, she picked up the tiny bat who chirped at being held.

"May I keep her?"

The forsaken woman who was grooming one of the slumbering bats with a fine toothed comb blinked, confused. Then when her eerie yellow eyes peered at the tiny black bat with purple fluff tufts, she muttered, "Yeah, sure. The runts don't usually amount to much. Might be better off as a pet than being eaten in a stew. Free of charge."

Humming as she placed the little creature in her cleavage, Velanas giggled pleasantly as she rubbed the little blood-sucker's head.

Tilting her head, the Dark Lady queried as the living elf rejoined her side, "What's that dear?"

Knowingly, her lips crinkled into a smile, "A tiny bat. She was too little for the rest of her litter. The handler says they usually don't make it long. She gave it to me for free so she wouldn't end up in a bowl of bat stew. So I named her Viviana. Like vivacious so she might grow up big and strong!"

"Oh you silly woman," laughed the banshee as she hugged her wife, mindful of the little bat in the elf's cleavage. "It's wonderful to see you still love animals as much as you did when I was alive. Demons, animals, rats and even giant monsters. Only you show such compassion. It's part of what makes you the perfect mate."

"Only part of?"

Giving Velanas an eskimo kiss, the undead quel'dorei murmured, "Go clean up and put on the new armor I had made for you. Your inauguration as my equal, my wife and head Ranger is in only a few hours. Go ahead and get ready. I will send someone to fetch you when the time comes."

With a little pout, the crimson haired woman leaned against her lover, "I don't wanna leave your side. You could be in danger."

Laughing, Sylvanas replied, "Silly woman, I'll be fine on my own for a while. Go rest for a bit and then change. I'll see you later dear." To prove her point, she patted the daggers at her belt and bow on her back.

Coronation ceremony

The armor she had been given had been provided by only the best armorers and leather-workers among the Horde Faction. It consider of a dark mail coif very similar to the other Dark Ranger's armor but far more intricately decorated. And then there were the stiletto boots; blacker than night and seemingly crafted from savage leather and reinforced with a softer leather. The pillar of the heels were thinly veiled blades one could remove this sheath before battle. An ebony cloak clasped around her collarbone.

"Velanas?"

Startled, the newly dressed commander whirled around to face a pale faced woman, hand resting on the pommel of her rapier. Realizing she was in no danger, her arm fell to her side. "Oh, it's just one of the Rangers. Which one are you?"

Nodding, the undead elf replied, "Kalara Moonripper. Pleased to meet the woman that has made our Queen so happy. When all of us fell to Arthas the day he sacked Quel'thalas, she had turned into a monster hell bent on revenge. But all of us followed her regardless after our freedom from the Scourge. Decades of eating, sleeping and fighting together create a strong bond that can't be destroyed by our Leader focused on vengeance. Sisters stick together in life and undeath. After his death, she honestly had nothing left to do with herself and the freed people of Lordaeron. Once you came home to her, I could scarcely believe how much she changed in three days. From a harsh mistress of war, blight and pain to half of what she was like when she was alive. I thank you for giving her something to live for again. Anyways, I came up here to tell you she's ready for you in the throne room."

The entire or at least half the city had managed to squeeze their way into the cavernous chamber. Those who could not make it into the room, mages projected the Royal Quarter into shops so all could see. This was an event no Forsaken individual would even dare to miss. Orcs, Sin'dorei, Goblins, trolls and other non aligned races had shown up to see what the big announcement was about. Even the leaders of the Horde had shown up. Lor'themar, Gazlowe, Vol'jin, Baine Bloodhoof and Thrall even graced the undead city with his presence.

Sylvanas began to address her people in her public disposition, "Today, is a glorious day. Not just the Forsaken, but to all members of the Horde. Not only recently in the last year had the Lich King been slain, but also, we the Forsaken, have been officially inducted into the Horde. Our freedom has been assured that we are slaves to None!" Every single undead creature in a fifty mile radius exploded into a deafening cheer. " We have allies. There is no longer a need to fear for ourselves. No one among our faction has reason to attack us. To do so, would be a betrayal of the highest order.

"Now Velanas, my long lost betrothed has returned to me. For three centuries, we have been separated by enslavement, death and distance. And now she has been inducted as head of the Dark Ranger operations. Her code name is Shadow Raven. And soon, we are to be wed in a month's shadow."

Many of the undead clapped, genuinely pleased for their Queen's happiness. Some just stood there with disapproving looks or simply sour scowls. Some orcs frowned and elves grimaced. Tauren seemed to care very little. Not everyone could win the Banshee Queen's eternal love.

"And to you Velanas, I bequeath to you. Something I've been meaning to give to you a century ago. But here, my gift to you for missing so many years together. Thas'dorah, Legacy of the Windrunners. It belonged to my sister. I hope it serves you well in your duty. Especially since it's your job to ensure my safety and hand out missions to the Dark Rangers."

Eyes widening, the living blood elf gasped, "You're giving me Alleria's bow?! I...I can't... Uh... I don't know what to say. A hundred years of service could never repay you for such a gift. This weapon...this very bow is a legend. Many have tried to steal it with no luck. It's priceless!"

Shaking her head ever so slightly, the Banshee Queen remarked, "There is no need to work to earn it. It was yours the moment you stole my heart. You are family, my wife and my world. Take it, my beloved Blood Lily."

The split moment when the artifact left Sylvanas' hands, magic began to to coat the weapon's entire surface. Once the aura dissipated, it was obvious that the artifact had changed. First, the bowstring shimmered a light blue and soon faded to a sickly teal. The mostly unmarked, sleek bow had shortened to accommodate the sin'dorei's height among other things. Normally, it had been a simple design, but the butt and head of the bow arched an unfurled to resemble raven wings. Even etched feathers scaled the wooden spine of the weapon. The guard closely resembled a crying Val'kyr. The quiver associating with the bow had renewed its ammo and the leather warped to match it's arrow slinging companion. It seemed to thrum with undeniable power.

"What the hell just happened?"

Twinkling her crimson orbs, Sylvanas replied, "It means it has accepted you as it's partner. Powerful artifacts are sentient in a way. And it's appearance changed to suit your tastes as well as the feel of your magic. Some pretty dark too. How strong of a warlock did you become alongside your less than savory trade?"

"I'm...not answering that. As far as the world knows, I'm just an assassin who can shoot a bow."

Xxx

The ceremony itself was small and rather short. Officiated by a disdainful Nathanos, the two elves exchanged sickeningly mushy vows and kissed far more than necessary. Enough for some of the Forsaken audience to wish for either bleach...or popcorn and a show.

The moment the married couple were alone in their bedroom, the two were rushing like a pair of mad dogs to remove every ounce of clothing on their bodies. Corsets were hastily unlaced, armor deposited upon the floor and undergarments shredded.

Mashing her lips lustfully against Sylvanas', the Sin'dorei pinned the larger woman to the bed. She's stronger than she looks, thanks to multiple training styles. But the same could be said that the banshee Queen wasn't putting up much of a fight as she was simply grabbing her lover's ass. And enjoying every second with her cold hands kneading at those plump cheeks.

Not wasting time, Velanas pulled her wife's legs a tad further apart. With the warm up finished, it was time to give her a thrashing. Slipping the entirety of her tongue into Sylvanas' cunny, the raven tressed elf began using it to feel around. As her wet muscle twisted and curled inside, she could hear little moans and lovely sounds emanating from her lover. As Velanas explored her feminine tunnel, she suddenly quivered around the Blood Lily's maw. Taking it as she had found her most sensitive spot, Velanas ground the tool cruelly against her walls. Just a little revenge for her earlier stunt.

Sylvanas spasmed, back arching as much as she possibly could in her position. The attacking woman knew what was going to happen considering she'd done the same thing to her twice. But she wouldn't simply let her ride out the bliss that came with orgasm. No, Velanas shoved her mouth hard against her womanhood and greedily lapped up her sweet feminine nectar. As her body twisted and squirmed, she noticed her toes curling. Her sharp elven ears picked up barely audible moans and squeaks from her lover's lips which spurred her onwards.

Turning the tables on the shorter woman, the master markswoman vaulted off the bed and trapped her lover against the wall. She even hoisted Velanas up and crammed her mouth against the smaller elf's nethers. Her tongue teased and nibbled on the living elf's thighs and mons, but never really pushing past the entrance.A shriek encompassed the room for a brief was too lost in ecstasy to pay any heed to the phantasmal sound.

Squealing in delight, the blood elf quaked in an earth-shattering orgasm, collapsing upon her wife the moment Sylvanas lowered her down.

"W-what the hell was that?" Wheezed the blood elf as she calmed herself from the last orgasm. Her vision was a little spotty from the intense pleasure that had derived from whatever her lover did.

Smiling slyly, Sylvanas replied, "That my dear, was a modified banshee scream. A specialty of mine if I venture to say so myself."

Staring incredulously at her lover, the Sin'dorei asked in a low voice, "You can do that? How on Azeroth is that even possible? And hell, that was amazing though. I can't wait until the next time we make love together."

Grinning with a sultry satisfaction, Sylvanas answered, "The quintessential magic of a banshee is her shriek; manipulating sound to kill opponents by means of rupturing organs and the eardrums. What I did, was exponentially lower the decibel normally used and utilized it as a tool for pleasure. And by that adorable face you're making, you absolutely loved it."

"I think you ruined my sexual expectations. No normal girl will ever be able to make me cum as hard as you can. Good job," remarked Velanas, an expression between being impressed and a pout.

Pushing a chaste kiss (really? After what nasty things they just did?) to her wife's brow, the Forsaken woman replied, "That's how it should be. No one else should be putting their lips on my woman's body and certainly no touching. You are mine!"

Yawning, the crimson haired woman replied, "Yes dear. But your wife needs her beauty sleep. Remember, I'm still alive?"

"Good night, my Blood Lily."

Xxx

Approximately a week after explaining things to her guardian, an escort to Lordaeron was arranged today to guard the young high elf as she made her way to the City of Magic. And at the Shepherd Gate, a trio of female quel'dorei were waiting for her. One had bright white hair that shewn the same as driven snow. The second was a woman with pale blond hair, but the last elf had caught the young elf girl's eyes. The quel'dorei specimen had golden locks as if they were blessed by the sun itself.

Panting a little, the girl wheezed, "Sorry I'm late. I hope I didn't make you wait too long out here. I almost forgot to grab my notes and something from an herbalist before coming!"

"I'm guarding a child?!" seethed one of the three women waiting at the fork in the road leading south.

Huffing indignantly at the the woman whom had made the dissent comment, Velanas Quel'shala Mehraen hissed, "You're being paid to make sure I get there safely. Must you really complain about it?"

Bending down to look the young cloaked girl in her violet pools of power, the leader of the three woman squad said, "Please excuse the behavior of my sister. Vereesa is a little miffed that she's not escorting a cute noble or something. She's always trying to find a rich suitor to marry. But that's not important. Alleria here is my other, older sister. My name is Sylvanas Windrunner, Ranger General of Silvermoon City. "

Eyes wide at the mere fact that an important military figure had come to her service, Velanas smiled brightly despite how shy she was in reality. The sun kissed elf just had that feel that she would be safe at any cost. Plus to the young lady, she was very attractive. Perhaps it was even the beginning manifestation of her sexuality; her attraction to all that is female and feminine. Or maybe just a bizarre coincidence.

No more words were exchanged as the four women set off south towards Lordaeron at a brisk pace.

Stopping briefly to let the steeds drink from a stream, the party rested beneath a tree to escape the scorching heat. Velanas herself seemed unbothered by the temperature despite the fact she was wearing a woven black cloak to hide any distinguishable features. It was only half an hour before they took to the path once more.

Suddenly the road was blocked by a plethora of humans all wearing the suspicious garb of a criminal group. Like organized highwaymen. Each of the men and women hid their identities behind a plain crimson scarf and some had also decided to add a hood to complete their look. The Defias syndicate.

"Damn these humans! How did they mask their presence?" cursed Vereesa in Thalassian.

Each of her escort were in peril, knives positioned by their jugulars and pinned to either the ground, a tree or in a full-Nelson hold. The female Quel'dorei exempting Velanas were all struggling to get free, but something was weakening each of them. Usually, humans were several times weaker than any trained elf.

"Aww look 'ere boss. We gots a bunch of pretty elves. I know exactly what we's gonna do wit 'em," smirked the greasy faced bandit, lust obvious in his eyes.

In a low voice, Velanas seethed darkly, "You'll do nothing to them or me. It really pisses me off that anyone would even consider violating a woman. We're people, not tools nor even property. In fact, you're all about to be pushing daisies in hell!"

All of the masked thugs began to laugh until their own shadows impaled their master's with spikes though the vitals. Heart, lungs, spine, larynx and brain, silencing that annoying guffaw. Velanas' unholy attack had transformed them into human shish-kabobs. Then as the shadows wavered and dissipated, blood sprayed everywhere. Once the spell faded, the bodies hit the ground. The dry, cracked dirt greedily drank the crimson offering as fast as it leaked.

Each of the three sisters were floored at the display of dark magic that had just been performed in front of them.

No one had spoken at all after the corpses had been disposed of in a nearby ditch. What had transpired in the span of a three minute ambush ended in a simultaneous slaughter. A massacre even by one elven girl against burly humans armed to the teeth.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the small party escorting the younger quel'dorei, a blush crept upon Vereesa Windrunner's cheeks; except the amateur rogue herself. A fondness had begun to sprout in the archer's heart from being thoroughly impressed by Velanas' actions. That girl would become a prodigy at any artform of war she chose to truly study, whether it be by the bow, the blade or spell.

Once they had arrived at Dalaran, the ranger unit turned to leave. But rather suddenly, Sylvanas bent down on her knee and said in a soft, warm tone, "I really appreciate you saving the lives of my sisters and I. We're grateful even if my sisters refuse to say a word of thanks. What you did back there surprised all of us and I can see why you're transferring to Dalaran's Academy of Arcane Might. If there's anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask. Anything within my power to grant you."

Without even taking the time to think, the young quel'dorei replied, "A-actually, I'm only on my way to Dalaran because there's an incredibly talented rogue master whom my family arranged to have me train under. They're sad I didn't end up as ranger like you or mighty warrior, but they said as long as I use a physical weapon, I'm always welcome home. B-but still... Please write letters to me whenever you are able. I'd like to have a friend in this world even if we can't physically see each other often. My childhood has been lonely and if one soul in the world is there for me to talk to, then I'll be okay."

Pressing a hand to her heart, the ranger-general answered, "Some day if you ever want to become a ranger, I can help you find someone. Irregardless, I would be delighted to keep in contact with such an interesting young lady. Study hard and don't you dare let your ego swell too much or I'll personally come back to bring you back to your normal self. Till we next meet, little elf. Shorel'aran!"

"Got it!" Chirped the young Quel'dorei as she happily skipped into her new life.

The sharp snapping of fingers dangerously close to her ears brought the elf out of her nostalgia induced torpor "Back with me now? What's got you in a daze?" asked Sylvanas curiously. "Me, perhaps?"

A brief blush visited her cheeks as she mumbled, "G-got lost in nostalgia. I-it's nothing, really. Okay I lied. I was just thinking about the time we first met just outside of and Vereesa were so impressed with me when I saved all of you from those humans." Velanas sighed dreamily, almost returning to her daydream.

"Hey, none of that now. I'm here with you now. Anyways, my apothecaries came to me last night and informed me that the serum is ready. You might be confused, so let me clear it up," began Sylvanas as she slowly brushed and detangled her lover's crimson hair. "What I mean is, I had them extract some of my eggs, juice and a few other things from my body. As per my request, they managed to make the potion with little no no side effects. I trust you met up with Curse Breakers and surgeons?"

Nodding, she lifted her shirt and lowered her britches a tiny bit to see where the extraction had taken place, A small 'x' shaped scar had been healed. "It was a success. My body...is fertile again."

Rummaging in the drawer near her side of the bed, the Banshee Queen gave a small 'aha' as she raised a small capped syringe. Inside was an ivory-gold liquid; viscous though it were semi melted butter. Just looking at it rose goosebumps on her skin.

"This might make me pregnant?" Asked a wide-eyes Sin'dorei as she met Sylvanas' questioning gaze.

The Queen nodded, rocking her lover in her arms. This could possibly be the future of the Forsaken.

Xxx

Stealing a glance at the spire to the western coast, the rogue became riddled with curiosity. She remembered walking home Sylvanas one night in that direction. And that only spurred her to travel quickly with the borrowed skeletal steed. For the sheer sake of nostalgia.

Upon arriving (while weaving past ghosts of rangers who once live here), Velanas found even at the foyer, it was overgrown with invading weeds, various strains of moss, flora and whatever vegetation that even managed to grow in the Ghostlands.

Spirits; those trapped or unable to let go roamed the desecrated home built into the cliff. The dwelling overlooked the sea to the west.

"What's this travesty? My lover's family home ridden with vermin and pests? Looks like I'll have to mow them down." Of course the Sin'dorei was referring to Cultists of the Damned milling about the terrace. The mad men that had taken up residence would need to be purged.

With practiced stealth, Velanas slit the throat of each of the cultists. Once executed, she rolled their bodies into the shallow waters below for the zombified murlocs to cannibalize. A fitting end to those who decided to follow the Lich King.

Inside, much of the original structure was still quite stable. If the Ghostlands were ever restored to its former glory, this dwelling could easily be repaired to what it had once been or even better. The room was dull and lifeless. That is, until something shiny caught her peripherals.

A tarnished locket in the shape of an eagle on a golden chain sat inanimately on the cobweb infested desk. Though it was covered in dust, it still glinted in the darkness.

Reading the inscription on the inside, Velanas gasped and murmured, "This was meant to be given to Sylvanas shortly before Quel'thalas was sacked. I should…no I have to get this back to her immediately!"

Finishing her duty of finding valuable objects (like gold, jewelry, journals and the like), Velanas mounted the war horse and galloped back into Tirisfal Glades.

Xxx

"Where have you been?!"

Wincing slightly at the volume of the Dark Lady's thundering voice, the assassin replied as she dusted off leaves caught in her hair and some dirt, "Southern Quel'thalas. Just a scouting mission. Nothing to worry your pretty head over. Or do you have to scold me like a child?"

Sylvanas Windrunner could not suppress a smirk as her lover retorted.."Feisty. That's how I like my wife. What have you there? Bring it here." Nodding, the blood elf stepped closer to her lover, proffering a small shiny trinket.

Gingerly accepting the amulet, recognition flashed across the Banshee's face. Her delicate dark teal digit traced the Thalassian letters that spelled out 'To Sylvanas, love Alleria'. It had been a gift from her slightly older sister right before the Scourge had invaded Quel'thalas in order to resurrect Kel'thuzad as a Lich and to which stained their very souls with fel magic.

Anger overcame the undead Windrunner as she threw the necklace to the floor and crushed it under heel. Regret immediately flashed across her face upon realizing what she had done. A lone tear cascaded down her cheek. Abruptly, Sylvanas began to sing; banshees rising out of the floor to echo the sorrow expressed in their leader's voice:.

Anar'alah,
Anar'alah belore
Sin'dorei
Shindu fallah na
Sin'dorei
Anar'alah
Shindu Sin'dorei
Shindu fallah na
Sin'dorei
Anar'alah belore
Shindu Sin'dorei
Shindu fallah na
Sin'dorei
Anar'alah belore
Belore

Velanas had lost her breath when she had heard her lover wing such a somber song. It wasn't only of her lover's personal loss, but the high elves as a whole. She never knew her lover was harboring so much grief inside. She had expected to have finished weeping for her people the moment her vengeance had been served.

Not caring that they weren't in the safety of their bedroom, the assassin pressed her lips gently to Sylvanas' cheek. In a hushed tone, she whispered, "Vereesa, Rhonin and I are very much alive. We are family and you should not be afraid to tell them you care. You are sisters no matter what. Whether it's in life, death or undeath, nothing can break the bonds between siblings."

"I...I'm afraid to see her. I'm worried she will want nothing to do with me. Surely she's heard of what atrocities I have done in the name of the Forsaken," shuddered the Dark Lady, leaning into the smaller elf. "If she-"

"If she won't listen to you, I'll kick her ass. If she won't even see you, I'll drag her battered body to you. It's my duty as your wife and her sister in law to keep the family together. I'll force her to have a civil conversation. Just a teensy bit of 'persuasion' might be in order should she be a bitch about it," snickered Velanas, wiping her lover's tears away.

"No stabbing my sister!" Growled Sylvanas as she regained her posterity and swatted playfully at Velanas' round derrière.

"Okay, okay, maybe we should stop before we scar the minds of the guards," squeaked Velanas as her rump is more thanklessly spanked.

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A/N: End of chapter. Lemme know what you all thought of it. A wee bit of foreshadowing here: it's not going to be like this the entire fic. Or will it? Maybe...not? Ahahahaha. You'll see...soon enough...