A/N : Hi guys and thank you for your patience! I have had a long (needed) holiday and here is the continuation of the adventure of Sylvanas and Jaina's love story. Get ready for a lot of new stuff coming and things are taking different turns to what they do in WoW's Legion expansion. Thank you for reading and enjoy :D
Chapter 27 – Losing my mind
"She is… WHAT?!" Jaina stared at Senior Sergeant Grimsford with open mouth.
"I know my lady. I don't think our queen is… How shall I put it… Satisfied with her existence". Senior Sergeant Grimsford looked like he had more to tell, but remained reluctant.
Thoughts hit Jaina like lightening from clear sky. What would she look like alive? Would she look damaged? Astonishing? Gorgeous? Dreadful? Still dead? Why? Why did she want life back? She was the Warchief of the Horde. A powerful queen and a respected leader of an entire faction. What could possibly be missing?
"I do not know her reasons or any further plans, Lady Proudmoore. That's all I know". Senior Sergeant Grimsford took a step towards Jaina. "I am sure she will be okay, she is our Banshee Queen".
But that was exactly it. She was the Banshee Queen. An undead empress. Jaina had never known her when she was alive. Arthas had taken Sylvanas' life before she met her. Arthas…
"I don't understand what drove her to do this? Why would she all of a sudden seek the source of life again?" The young mage's eyes pierced the sergeant. "Does this mean for her or for the entire people of the Forsaken? Does ANYONE know ANYTHING?!" The young mage clenched her fists as questions blurted from her mouth.
"We know very little of what our queen is thinking, my lady. Perhaps if we just gave her some time…"
"TIME?! What if she hurts in the process? Or dies horribly? Then she doesn't have time does she?!" Jaina shoved the sergeant out of her way and sprinted towards the door.
Sergeant Grimsford fiddled with his fingers despite his undead body smashing against the hard wooden wall. "Well, Lady Proudmoore. It is because of you actually…"
It was like a spear spiked Jaina's chest. "Why? What have I said? I love her even if she is dead? I have no particular desire of her as a living being compared to now. I love her for what she is!"
Senior Sergeant Grimsford shrugged. "If she was alive, she would be like her sisters. Her sisters both committed to humans. It was accepted. The Forsaken would never accept you, a living being, to reign by Sylvanas Windrunner's side. She is dead and you are alive. Unfortunately, that is two scenarios that do not add up".
Jaina continued out the door. Tears flooded from her eyes as she ran towards the cliff. The very cliff she had stood on top of with Sylvanas only a week before. Jaina fell with her knees to the ground and glanced upon the sky that was no longer filled with magical colours. Silently, tears streamed down her cheeks. She could not work out exactly at what point she had lost herself. What moment she lost the strength inside her that made her capable of being the leader of the Kirin Tor. Made her capable of being the strong mage she is…
Was it that first time Sylvanas came to her chambers in Undercity and kissed her so deeply and passionately that her worlds turned round?
Was it when Sylvanas froze her out and ordered her departure from Undercity, throwing her out like garbage?
Was it when Sylvanas came to her in Dalaran, pleading for a second time around?
Was it when Sylvanas whispered the beautiful Thalassian words Dalah'Surfal in her ears as she went down on her in front of the throne room in Undercity?
Was it when Sylvanas gave her her most treasured keepsake, the amulet, at the island outside the Broken Shore?
Was it when Sylvanas rode away from the battle at the Broken Shore and left Varian to die?
Was it when Sylvanas threw her in the dungeons or when she got her out of there?
The episodes flashed before Jaina's eyes, as nothing made sense anymore.
Jaina wrestled with herself in bed that night. How was she going to sleep knowing that Sylvanas had pursued an insane quest of regaining her life because of her? She turned over in restlessness and curled up. She was happy with Sylvanas, even in her death. That was the only way she knew her. Besides, it was not possible for her to regain life. Or was it?
As Jaina was laid wondering, she heard a melody sneak in to her chambers. It filled the otherwise silent atmosphere and made her curious as to where it came from. It was in a language she did not understand, but recognised as Thalassian. In her petite red night gown, she rose from her bed and curiously went outside.
The stars and moon shone brightly upon the empty market place in the middle of Orgrimmar. Two blood elves stood side by side with several forsaken sat in a circle around them. A small campfire was lit to keep them warm and the song from the blood elves somehow soothed Jaina. The young mage remained at her chambers entrance and watched the performance in silence.
"It is beautiful isn't it?" Jaina twitched in surprise as the voice interrupted her. Fayleen Mistheart nudged her and nodded her head at the blood elves.
"Uhm yes, but what are they singing? I don't understand the language. Thalassian, right?" Jaina looked at Fayleen.
"Indeed, it is Thalassian. They are singing the Lament of the Highborne". Fayleen closed her eyes and absorbed the tune as the blood elves sung and one forsaken female played a harp.
"Lament of the Highborne?" Jaina looked at Fayleen, not quite catching on.
"Mmm yes, the children of the blood, the Sin'dorei, are gathering hope and strength for combatting the Legion. They are also singing in honour of their Warchief. They now have a Warchief they are fully committed to. Lady Windrunner was a highly respected elf in Quel'Thalas before she fell at the gates of Silvermoon". Fayleen closed her eyes and listened to the tones of the blood elves.
Jaina gazed with open mouth at the singing elves and a thought hit her. If Sylvanas was not dead, she would still be one of them. A highborn elf. Of course they respected her.
"It's… It's beautiful…" Jaina exclaimed. "Indeed it is, my lady. I might be a night elf. But I can recognise the beauty of this Sin'dorei melody. It is inevitable not to keep this song close by your heart.
Jaina went back to bed, but she continued to toss and turn. As she fell asleep, she saw the cold blade of Frostmourne pierce Sylvanas' heart. As she woke up, she saw her ex-lover, Arthas, raise her Sylvanas as a banshee. As she slammed her eyes open the image of Vereesa stood over her.
"Don't worry dear. My sister will be okay".
Thinking it was a dream, Jaina slowly let the sleep grab her, pulling her back into a deep rest.
When she woke up, the smell of tea filled Jaina's nose. "Good morning, how did you sleep?"
Still not entirely awake, Jaina mumbled "Is this a dream…" "No dear, open your eyes…" And so Jaina did. Over her stood the kind and soothing face of her best friend Vereesa.
Jaina shot up. "What are you doing here? It wasn't a dream? You were here last night?"
Vereesa nodded. "I was. I held your hand as you screamed for Sylvanas all night. And…" She shrugged. "You cursed Arthas all night…" Jaina sighed. "I saw it. Like I was there. That she… She…"
Jaina could not even say the words. Vereesa handed her a cup of tea as she just shook her head. Her best friend knew what she meant. "I came as soon as could. Senior Sergeant Grimsford alerted me of my sister's new… How should I put it… Quest". The high elf took a sip of her hot tea.
"I don't even know what to think, Vereesa. It's all my fault. I don't know what I did, but I think I drove her to this". Vereesa shook her head again. "You must not think that. It's that Sunborne elf. Her presence must have reminded my sister of her living days".
Jaina's stomach turned at the sound of Helitha's name. "But it cannot just be that. The sergeant said it was about me. But I don't know why? I don't know your sister any different. Nor have I ever wished for her to be different".
Vereesa kissed her teeth. "So… Have you never thought of her alive? I mean…" She put her tea cup down. "I mean have you ever thought what it must feel like to be close to her alive? What it must feel like to run your fingers through her golden locks? To feel her heated skin against yours? Having her glowing blue eyes stare deep into yours? You must have thought about it…"
Jaina could not even reply and a tear fell down her cheek. Of course she had thought about it. Especially after Helitha reminded her that she had experienced all of that and she had not.
The sorceress jumped out of bed. "Jaina where are you going now, just relax for a second yeah?"
"NO! She is out there, doing the Old Gods knows what, and I'm sat here doing nothing!" Jaina dressed herself in her usual purple and white robes. As she grabbed her staff, she gave Vereesa a confident look. "I cannot let her doubt her existence because of me. I am certain I love this woman, and I will not sit on the side line watching her risk our opportunity to be together. Regardless of any of our desires!"
With that said, Jaina rushed out the door and Vereesa could nothing but let the young mage leave.
