A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

And nope, I in fact do not own Warcraft or anything else I write about.

Chapter 4 Suprises

The mass division of hundreds of Elves ran like the wind into the nearly dissapeared sun. The high defensive compound they now fled from was left to only a handful of defenders. Those who wished to stay or were too badly injured to carry onwards on this trek, they swore to hold out as long as possible. Arlandria remained close to Sylvanas and the other commanders which ran near the front, acting as a spearhead against any threat. All throughout the ranks, they silently prayed for a quick return to the safety of the second gate.

Sounds of conflict were stilled, save for a deep drumming in the distance. Strangely the noise seemed to grow louder the further they traveled. Many grew unnerved at the possiblity of a large Scourge armada in the distance, perhaps even waiting for them. Though for all their most frightful concerns they proved far too proud to show their panic in front of others. The sprint continued onwards as the sun passed under the horizon.

The noise was nearly deafening as they ran closer and closer into the source. It must be an assault on the second gate, every Elf thought. Many were fearful of running into so many with the sky nearly black and no defensive position, yet others saw opportunity. A force of this strength slamming into the back of the Scourge while the defenders at the gate cut them down in front. It was just the kind of perfect pincer movement that could win this war.

However not all plans happen as we should hope, and whatever could go wrong in dire situations, normally would. As the front of the Elven force came within sight of the second gate, triumphant and with hopes of victory, they discovered that the great gate was already opened. There were no other defenders in sight, all of the towers had been overrun, they were simply too late. The thundering sound was nothing other than their massive cohesive charge. Perhaps it was now thousands of these mindless monsters that ran straight towards the walls of Silvermoon.

Sylvanas knew it was a risky move to engage the enemy now, but her rage blinded her. The gate was not forced, not even damaged in the least, it was opened by the keys. Sylvanas quickly drew her first arrow back, aiming for the head of the largest Abomination she could see. Before she could fire, a gruff hand was placed on her shoulder and she was jerked back, which nearly caused her to release the arrow into the undead crowd.

"Are you insane?" two high Commanders whispered in unison. "You're going to kill us all if you provoke that!"

"What would you suggest Commander!?" Sylvanas spat back angrily.

"If we do not confront them now and breakthrough to Silvermoon then we will be surrounded out here in the dark!" she finished, still angry about not being able to take her shot at the now dissapeared target.

"Well, we wait for reinforceme-," he began.

"There are no reinforcements, do you not see that? We must hurry to Silvermoon, it is nearly defenseless against an attack," Sylvanas said, still with great distain.

Both of them trying to keep their voices as low as possible.

No time was afforded to either choice as panic broke out behind them. Scourge were swarming onto the rear, and the noise attracted the attention of the Scourge rushing through the gate. As hell erupted all around them, Sylvanas's voice rang out over it all.

"THROUGH THE GATE, FIGHT FOR YOUR LIVES!" she shouted.

Every Elf rushed forward, firing spells and arrows into all directions as the enemy threatened to close in all around them. Arlandria rushed to Sylvanas's side, firing her bow as quickly as she could. She was determined to sacrifice herself should a blow come towards her General. The point of contact between the two massive forces resounded loudly enough to be heard all the way to Silvermoon.

The power of the senior Elven mages kept many alive, as well as keeping the enemy from becoming too restrictive on their progress to the gate. All swords swung frantically in the escalating bloodbath. Arlandria still kept herself glued to Sylvanas's side, keeping more of a watch on her than on herself. Sylvanas continued to fire her bow as her quiver seemed to magically multiply her arrows, the fierce guard around her let none within striking distance. Pathways of fire and powerful arcane magic were steadily bringing them to the gate. Elves were dying all around as the fearless Scourge never ceased their advance, no matter how many fell lifeless to the ground.

Finally Arlandria passed through the gateway, she was suprised to look ahead and see the Scourge continue onwards on their path, completely ignoring the Elves behind them. The situation was slightly improved by this as the gateway became a funneling point for the Scourge, who could now only attack in this one direction. So many Elves had been killed on this progress that it was a shockingly short amount of time for all to reach the other side. Five powerful mages spread out into position and began to incite powerful defensive charms, which slowly brought a translucent blue veil between the posts of the gateway.

"Go forward!" the senior mage shouted. "The barrier will not hold for much longer."

Sylvanas and many others gazed at the five mages that had chosen to sacrifice themselves to give the rest a chance. They nodded and turned to run, following Sylvanas's lead, many shouts of praise, thanks, and love were yelled back at those who were trying to despartly to hold the Scourge back as long as they could. Arlandria, close to Sylvanas's side, ran silently in the darkness with all the survivors. To which direction? Only Lady Sylvanas seemed to know.

End of Chapter 4