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Warning: crying, yelling, and Vician singing

Sylvanas was in a panic. She crept along the halls of the Undercity, somewhere between a fast walk and an outright run. She was searching for a traitor. Someone, some villainous cow had snuck into the Royal Crypt and stole away Vician's body. Who would do such a thing, she knew not; but, she did know that she would skin them alive when she found them.

Ever since his death, Sylvanas would make a pilgrimage everyday to see his body, even though he visited her dreams every night and their passion would leave Sylvanas moaning and writhing on the bed. Her heart still ached for him; her body longed to feel his touch. She had gone everyday to see him, praying to whatever Gods who still answered her calls; that he would wake up one day.

But now, he was gone. Someone had stolen him and Sylvanas aimed to find out whom. She stalked the halls, interrogating any Forsaken who dared look at her long enough. She had checked, double checked, and triple checked her Royal Guard and the Dark Rangers. She had even gone to the Cult of the Forgotten Shadow; which seemed more like a true religion of the Forsaken than ever before.

Nothing; no one knew anything. Did the whole of the Undercity conspire against her? Or was she beginning to lose her mind? Stalking back to her chambers, she sat down on the bed, falling asleep, the exhaustion finally getting to her. And there he was in her dreams, his hands snaking around her body and his rotting lips on her neck. She moans and writhes on the bed, gasping to his touch, "Oh Vician," she moans.

The knocking on her private chambers door awakens her with a start. Interrupted again! Growling, she goes to the door and yanks it open to find Kalira standing there with a smile and wide eyes, "What?" She snaps at Kalira, the anger evident in her voice.

"My Lady," Kalira says, flinching slightly at the anger of her Queen, "The Heroes of the Horde have returned."

Sylvanas jaw drops slightly, "Where are they?"

Kalira motions for her Queen to follow, "In the Royal Chamber My Lady." Together the pair makes their way to the Royal Chamber, with Sylvanas in a full sprint and Kalira struggling to catch up. Each of their hearts seems to beat with life and the pits of their being shake with the anxiousness.

Throwing open the door, Sylvanas locks eyes with the back of a red haired human dressed in a flowing black and red robe. Her eyes trace up the intricate patterns of the robe, as she steps into the chamber. Slowly the human turns to face Sylvanas, a smile on his features. Sylvanas's blood red eyes staring into sharp emerald eyes, as she asks, "What is this?"

The human licks his lips and steps towards the Banshee Queen, "Sylvanas," he mutters.

Turning towards Kalira, Sylvanas hisses, "What is this? That is not Vician! That is not my warlock," she screeches at her ranger.

"Please Sylvanas," the human says, "it is me. The Eternal revived me back to my living state, not my undead one."

Sylvanas pulls out her bow and notches an arrow, pointing it at the humans' heart. "Give me one good reason not to kill you here, Alliance scum!"

The human raises his hands to the level of his head as he steps forward, one step at a time. "You where a necklace, with a special inscription on it, from your sister Alleria; it reads 'To Sylvanas, Love Always, Alleria.'"

Angling the bow down, she eases tension and touches her neck, where the necklace lays under her top. "How," she asks, muttering.

"When I discovered it was your necklace, I was so terrified to bring it back to you," the human says, lowering his hands as he steps closer to Sylvanas. "I brought it back to you, and you railed against me, tossing the 'useless trinket' to the ground. I slummed out of the Royal Chamber, with sadness weighing down my undead heart. But not before I heard your song."

The human smiles and opens his mouth to sing, "Anar'alah, Anar'alah belore/Sin'dorei/Shindu fallah na/Sin'dorei." The sweet baritone of his voice swirling around the Banshee Queen and the Dark Ranger, forcing them to close their eyes as their vision become blurry and their lower lips quiver. They slowly open their eyes when he begins to speak again, "I don't know much of the song, Sylvanas. That's all I could remember."

"How can you be alive?" Kalira asks her voice quivering.

Vician shrugs his shoulders turning to face Kalira, "I don't know. The Power's of an Eternal are beyond even my understanding." Turning his attention to Sylvanas, he bites his bottom lip and steps closer. Reaching out he cups her cheek gently in the palm of his hand, "Sylvanas, Dalah'surfal."

Sylvanas rests a hand on his and tilts her head into his touch. "Vician," she mutters, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I thought you were gone," she sniffles, her voice cracking. "Even though you appeared in my dreams, I thought you were gone." She leans forward to rest her forehead against his.

Vician smiles, but suddenly stops and pulls back to look into Sylvanas' dulled red eyes, "I appeared in your dreams?" He asks, fearing that he heard her right.

Sylvanas nods her head, "Yes. Almost every time I closed my eyes, you were there."

Kalira nods her head as well, "In Sylvanas' dreams you told her to seek the Naaru and to find you."

They know something is wrong, when the color drains from Vician's face. He reaches out and cups both of Sylvanas' and Kaliras' cheeks in his hands gently. "I can't appear in anyone's dreams," he says gently, yet forcefully, "The only beings who can appear in others dreams are succubi and . . ." he stops and curses softly. "Taniel," he growls softly.

Sylvanas looks at Vician, her body now at attention, "Who?"

Letting go of Kalira, Vician cups both of Sylvanas' cheeks in his hands. He leans forward and kisses her forehead gently, "Do not go to sleep; at least, not until I can get a protection barrier on you. That is not me in your dreams, Sylvanas. That is a cunning and very intelligent Incubus called Taniel. I worked with him in the past, before I banished him back to the Twisting Nether. He has been feeding off of your soul."

Loosening his grip on Sylvanas, Vician turns and cups Kalira's face in his hands. "The same goes for you, Kalira. I don't know how wide spread his influence is, but I . . . I can't lose you," he looks back over at Sylvanas and cups her face with his left hand, and cups Kalira's face with his right, "I can't lose either of you."

Dropping his hands, he wraps his arms around both the Banshee Queen and the Dark Ranger, pulling them tightly into him. Both Sylvanas and Kalira wrap and arm around Vician and around each other, as they tremble, fearing for each other and for Vician. Opening his eyes, Vician casts his eyes upward, praying to the Shadow that he can destroy Taniel, before it is too late.