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And as she looked at the ground, she quickly put her hand in front of her to feel the grass. She had to know that this was all real. The quire of screaming has become all too familiar. Thankfully, passing the pain onward helps her a little. There is only so much pain she can pass on. It was her job, and she failed, no chance; not even the slightest bit of resistance made a difference. But it was her fault. She was The Defender. She was supposed to guard her people. And now she brings them with her torment. Pain is lessened in a group of suffering people. Depression loves a grieving friend.

She buried her hand in the dirt only to find underneath a smell she knew all too well. Quickly she raised her hand back up, but something was wiggling in her palm. A worm, poor, helpless, just trying to make ends meat, yet she destroyed it, with hands clenched she yet again let out a scream. And just for spoilers, quite a few animals actually died from it. The scream was for two seconds before the unmistakable crying being heard from right behind her.

"I told you not to follow me," she said to the open air. In response came a voice that she once cherished, yet as of now she can't decide. "A 'thank you' would be a lot nicer," responded a deep man's voice. "I don't need your opinion Nathan!" she demanded. He stopped leaning on a tree with arms crossed and walked closer towards her. "You haven't used that name in a long time." She didn't even look at him, instead she turned around and stared towards the valley over the cliff. He walked to her left side because her dagger was sheaved on her left.

"What is it?" Awkward moments passed and still no answer from her. "Telling someone helps the pain." "This isn't pain," she responded quietly. "Is it memories?" And again no answer. "I used to never think like this, someone is out there putting thoughts in my head." "Aren't you used to random thoughts?" "Yes, but not when they know everything, I'm starting to have…" before she finished she walked away. Nathanos sighed and muttered quietly "I liked it better when she would just scream." Sylvanas heard.

She walked back to Tarren Mill, slower than the last time. She could feel the tension in the air. Just like her, the dark rangers don't like doing nothing. As soon as one of them spotted the Queen they all began to line up again. Was it discipline? Was it fear? Or was it admiration? Actually, it's all three. She stood infront of them. "We will track northwest and hug Alterac mountains, secure the east side of them, and follow the main road north. We will gather up all we have and prepare for the invasion. I hope everyone is ready; I know I will be." Typical short speech, a little quieter than normal except at the last three words, but she can give a good long speech if she needs to. With a brief pause between the speech, the army turned, and marched.

It didn't take very long before she was upfront. A smell she once welcomed began to creep towards her from the rear. "Why are you always following me?" He once again strolled up to her side. "It used to be the other way around. Did you find something in Dalaran?" "No, we already cleared it weeks ago, why would I find anything again," she returned way to harshly. His nostrils got smaller then he released air with the response "just asking."

The Queen used to be the only one that would raise the dead or convert the helpless, but she decided it would be much faster if she taught her closest allies her strange magic, and so she did and onwards her army marched, with her in front, and the wave began to form.

Strangely, up the main road towards a fork a small village could be seen; but this village was abandoned and there were no bodies, either the Scourge took the rest of the people or they fled and burned the remaining. At least now they didn't have to deal with strange distorted figurines dotting the landscape: twisted into unbelief. They have many, many miles to go but this wave doesn't stop.

Into the night few things could be heard, in fact, there was nothing, no birds, no animals, just nothing, but the still of the night; which was fine for her, she is sick of the screaming, and for some damn reason she doesn't know why and not knowing why is starting to bother her. But, what bothered her more than being bothered was if others noticed, for she must be perfect in her strange philosophical way. She tried to give it less thought, yet one fool has noticed: her former lover. Lover is a strange word; even weirder for these two, since an eternity has passed: it is beyond redemption.

Early in the morning when the birds should be chirping, she came across a barn. While her rangers were checking the village, she decided took take a look in this barn. She looked at it and behold, it looked kind of decent. She stared. A few moments later she used her precious silk-skin-smooth-hands to slowly pry open the main door.

Someone hasn't opened this door in quite a long time. The noise was a little loud at least for her own comfort. She looked in with her glazed red eyes and saw nothing. But there were stalls and she wanted to peek. And just like all women, and yes she still is one, they love to have a little peek. Curious and lovely as a cat. But this cat has way more than nine lives; actually at this point they're probably negative which doesn't really matter.

Inside there was no hay. No lights, nothing above, nothing on the ground, just the smell of rotting wood; a smell she is tired of. She looked around and noticed one stall slightly ajar. She pressed onward quietly, swift with dagger in hand she used it to push the door open.

She looked down and noticed a child sitting with her knees to her face, and her head was buried within. She heard very light sobbing. Most people would get startled at what she just came across; yet...some minds and souls can be destroyed and what remains is a dark hole buried within the center of the earth.

The Lady looked at her. "Why are you alone," she asked. The child didn't respond. The Ladies' patience is pretty much depleted just like her menstrual cycles. She asked again more sternly "Why are you here!" The child's shivers increased. "I'm cold," came a little voice. "I can make you colder if you don't answer me!" The child lifted her head and looked at her with her eyes closed. "That is not how you treat children," came a man's voice and the child's eyes opened. They were white with no pupil.

Instantly The Banshee recognized its stupid eyes, Her eyes blazed blood red and She surged forward slicing the child's neck cleanly open. She withdrew backwards. "What the hell are you doing?" came a voice She's immensely starting to hate.

The Queen lurged around and looked at him. He had frost radiating from his left hand and his right hand held on to his sheath. They stared for a few moments. Both tense and wondering why. Time was released. "Sylvia, there is nothing there."

It didn't take her too long to comprehend what Nathanos just said. So she tried to hide her emotions yet again and strode passed him.