A/N: Hi, I am very sorry for this delay in updating. I have been crazy busy and unfortunately not found the time to write :( But no matter how long goes by, I will always come back to this story as soon as I can. Anyways, hope you will think it was worth the wait! I am super excited about this long chapter which I think has everything. Let me know what you think, I love all your comments! Check back soon for more! ^^
Chapter 32 – Halls of Valor
Dafar was ready saddled and Ayawa, the two undead rogues that had been assigned to the mission by Nathanos, and Jaina stood ready to leave the Forsaken Foothold. Jaina had woken up feeling determined with only one goal before her eye from this day on: find Sylvanas and bring her back home to Orgrimmar.
"You find our Queen, Lady Proudmoore. I won't accept anything else". Nathanos gave Jaina a stiff stare before he nodded and walked back to his post. Jaina swallowed as she too would accept nothing less of herself.
"Don't worry, my lady. We will find the Warchief". Dafar said and stamped his hoof in the soaked mud. Ayawa patted Dafar on the saddle and nodded at Jaina. The undead rogues going with them, siblings Pierce and Paris Woodland, said little and were ready to stealth their way up and down the mountain side.
"Right then, we have a good few hours of travelling in front of us before we can make camp half way at Talonrest. So let's get going". Jaina swung herself on to Dafar's back and Ayawa followed, wrapping her arms tight around Jaina's waist. Jaina felt a sting of awkwardness as Ayawa's hands folded around her. She remembered how the young priestess had approached her the night before. However, she told herself that today, she only cared about that one thing: Sylvanas Windrunner.
They set off and it did not take long before they found out that the trek up the mountain side in Stormheim was both challenging and tiring. Some creatures had to be eliminated on the way, such as bears and storm drakes. But Jaina did what she had to do in order to reach their rest point. She could sense the frost magic inside her was stronger than her arcane whilst riding. Usually, this was a sign of her determination.
"STOP!" Ayawa grabbed Dafar by his mantle when she heard Paris Woodland hiss the warning. Jaina automatically ducked down and rested her body against Dafar's neck. She felt a nudge as Ayawa jumped down and stepped in front of the shape shifted druid she was riding. Pierce and Paris were manoeuvring the three of them to the side and quickly rushed them behind a large rock.
Before Jaina could ask what was going on, a large pack of worgen hunters ran past in a tremendous speed, leaving nothing but dust behind.
"Wow, that was close!" Ayawa breathed out in relief and turned her sight to Dafar who nodded back.
Jaina stepped out from behind the rock and turned to Pierce and Paris.
"What are the worgen doing here still? I thought you fought them off back at the Foothold?"
"So did we, my lady. This is the first time we have seen worgen in Stormheim for over a week!" Pierce scolded in the direction of where the worgen had ran.
"Strange…" said Jaina, as she rested her sight the same route.
By nightfall, the five of them had reached Talonrest. The tauren there were nothing but welcoming and the blessings Dafar brought with him from Mayla Highmountain were well received. The camp was tiny, so sleeping spaces were scarce, forcing Ayawa and Jaina to share a tent.
Ayawa unloaded her little sack of belongings into the tent and Jaina followed behind her. It was not spacious and the rugs with blankets on that the Tauren here called beds were very close together. Jaina swallowed and instantly felt slightly uncomfortable. Ayawa kneeled down on one of the rugs and shook the dusty blanket.
"Doesn't look like anyone has cleaned these for a while. I think we will get a little dirty in them". The young priestess smirked. Jaina ignored her and kneeled down on the other rug to arrange her blanket too. She could feel Ayawa watching her every move.
"Look, I'm just messing okay? I know you are like madly in love with the Warchief. But you can't exactly blame an elf for trying, I mean, you are pretty damn fine". Ayawa started dressing down for bed until she was only clothed in her underwear.
Jaina cleared her throat, continuing to shuffle her bedding.
"That's erm… sweet, Ayawa, but I do really love Sylvanas. Besides, you don't want to get involved with me. I am not a good pairing for you".
Jaina tried not to look at the priestess, although it was quite hard. She had never before felt an attraction to another woman than Sylvanas, but somehow, the blood elf made her curious as to what it would feel like with a living elf.
"You think I care about good pairing?" Ayawa bit her lip and laughed. "Babe, you bring out powerful dark magic in me, I already know you are bad for me. But that's what makes you so exciting".
Slowly Ayawa crawled closer to Jaina until their lips were millimetres apart. Jaina could feel her excitement arouse and her curiosity increase. Warm flushes went through her and the sweet smell of the elf in front of her filled her nose. Ayawa closed her eyes and was just about to lock her lips on Jaina's.
"No…" Jaina suddenly retracted, before their lips met. "I can't. I don't…" She looked down and took a deep breath. "I don't feel that way about you".
Before Ayawa could answer, Jaina laid down on the dusty rug, facing away from the young priestess. The sorceress clenched her fists and closed her eyes. She would never do that Sylvanas. She would not risk it all again. Dear lords of Azeroth how she longed for the Warchief of the Horde to be in her arms right now.
Sleep did not come easy to Jaina these days. Not with the emerald nightmare lurking in the dark and dreams from her own and Sylvanas' past haunting her. This night was no different.
Jaina found herself on top of a mountain side in Ice Crown, scoping the frosty landscape. She spotted the frozen throne and she could see the Lich King fall to the ground as mighty raiders struck him repeatedly. Jaina felt tears streaming down her face when she sighted Sylvanas on the edge of the throne.
Suddenly, the dark ranger threw herself off the edge. She fell in slow motion and Jaina could see how hopelessness filled the Banshee Queen as she fell. She stretched out her hand and screamed, but she was nowhere near Sylvanas. She could not save her.
She blinked; opened her eyes again.
Before her stood a rotting corpse. The Dark Lady smiled and stroked Jaina's cheek with her skeleton hand. Sylvanas' skin had peeled off her face and her eyes turned yellow. Teeth fell from her mouth and hair blew off her scalp.
"My sweet Jaina, come with me to hell…"
"NOOOOOO!" Jaina screamed and quickly sat up, now awake. She felt her cheek where Sylvanas had touched her and it hurt. Her skin had been burnt and it was oozing. Coming to grips with reality, Jaina realised the tent was filled with red tainted smoke. It laid as a thick blanket over her.
Jaina turned to Ayawa, who was blissfully asleep next to her. "No… The nightmare… AYAWA WAKE UP!" Jaina shook the blood elf, but there was no movement.
"Help!"
The young mage crawled out of the tent looking for help only to find an even more terrifying scenario. Imps had filled the camp and the red smoke was everywhere. Sleeping bodies laid around the bon fire and Jaina could see tauren feet in the tent openings. Was it only her that had broken free from the nightmare?
"Lady Proudmoore!" Pierce and Paris Woodland came running into the camp, slaying imps in their way. They needed say no more.
Jaina channelled a rain of frost bolts. Clouds parted as the sorceress burst into a blue flame. Her veins froze as the spell filled her and shimmering, blue bolts hit each and every imp in the camp. They dropped like flies as Jaina screamed, striking their corrupted hearts with ice.
Something bit Jaina in her left harm and as she turned. An imp giggled as it let go of her, realising his time had come. The imp shook as he turned blue and froze to death instantly. Jaina quickly spun and sent off an ice lance in the direction of Pierce who was trying his best to fight a larger imp without luck. The ice lance smothered the imp to pieces and Pierce nodded gratefully in Jaina's direction.
When it seemed like the last of the infiltration had been extinguished, Jaina dropped to the ground panting. Slowly, she felt warm blood filling her body again.
"Lady Proudmoore, hurry. Sir Goldhorn is shaking!" Paris shouted. With Dafar looking like the most urgent victim of the nightmare, they rushed to the older tauren.
"Dafar!" Jaina dragged him by the feet towards what was left of the flames in their bon fire.
"Dafar, please, I need you!" Jaina channelled a weak, but electrocuting arcane spell and placed it carefully on Dafar's chest.
Suddenly, the tauren screamed in agony as he flung his eyes open.
"It's okay, you're safe!" Jaina quickly grabbed him by the shoulders and pinned him to the ground so he would not injure himself further.
"Where is my beloved, she was right here?!" Dafar confusingly looked around him.
"She is not here, Dafar. I'm sorry, it was the nightmare. The emerald nightmare. It's getting stronger. Look around you".
As Dafar slowly came aware of his surroundings, he gasped at the devastation. Frozen imp bodies were spread across the field and other people laid in their tents, not moving.
"Are… Are they…" Dafar could not even say the words out loud.
"No. Not yet anyway". Jaina replied as she sighed at the sight of the resting tauren bodies.
"But Ayawa is also caught in the nightmare. I couldn't get her out. It was too late".
Dafar exhaled and placed his hand on Jaina's. "Don't fret, my Lady. We will save her, but we need to preserve her body for now". The thought of having to care for resting bodies gave Jaina shivers.
"We will take care of the resting bodies". A female tauren rubbed her eyes as she came towards them. She had managed to break free from the nightmare.
"Thank you". Dafar got to his feet, a little unsteady. "Please send word to Mayla Highmountain about what happened here tonight. It is important that she knows!"
The tauren nodded and quickly started tending to all the tauren bodies in the tents and around the fire.
Jaina ran back into her tent were Ayawa was still laid. The beautiful young priestess rested peacefully as if nothing had happened and her breathing was steady and calm. Jaina kneeled down and stroked the blood elf's cheek carefully.
"We will come back for you. Stay strong. Don't let them get you!"
Jaina grabbed the pouch with her belongings and left as a single tear ran down her cheek, reminding her that she still had an open wound from Sylvanas' touch in the dream.
"You are a healer, am I right?" Jaina said to the female tauren tending to the resting bodies. Without words, the druid healed her oozing cheek with a single spell.
"Thank you". Jaina murmured.
Pierce and Paris waited as the sun peaked over the mountain tops in Stormheim. Dafar and Jaina sighed as they looked at the tent where Ayawa was resting.
"She should be here, she is meant to come with us". Jaina said, slightly sentimental. Dafar rested his hand on Jaina's shoulder. "It is up to us to save the Warchief now".
Jaina swallowed and closed her eyes as she imagined Sylvanas, her love, before her. Dafar was very weakened by the nightmare, but shapeshifted into the mighty white stag nevertheless.
They rode for hours, all weak, tired, thirsty and hungry. Jaina was adamant they did not have time to stop in Valdishall for a break. They had to continue on to Halls of Valor. Dafar was exhausted, but continued on the orders of the sorceress.
Just as the sun was about to set over the lands of Stormheim, Jaina halted Dafar after crossing a bridge.
"Stop here". Jaina jumped off Dafar's back. She slowly walked to and up the great stone steps in front of her, leading to the entrance of what was said to be the home of the greatest Vrykul and Odyn's Valarjar: Halls of Valor.
The entrance was glowing in front of Jaina and she could sense the powers within the instance. Closing her eyes, Jaina put her palm on the entrance and it pulsated hard against her, filling her with energy.
"She is inside. I can feel it". Jaina stated. Behind her, Dafar suddenly transformed out of his shapeshift and fell to his knees.
"Dafar!" Jaina rushed to support him.
"It's okay young one. Go, my lady. Take Pierce and Paris and find the Warchief. I will be here when you come back out". Dafar gave Jaina a confident nod.
"It saddens me we are two down, but I will give it my all. Stay safe, I will be back my friend". Jaina looked at Pierce and Paris.
"On the count of five, we enter. Ready?" The two undead rogues nodded.
"One. Two. Three. Four…" Jaina closed eyes and quickly cast a frost shield on the three of them.
"FIVE!" Jaina grabbed Pierce and Paris by their bony hands and pushed through the entrance.
The three of them floated and moved in slow motion. Shimmers, glowing colours and glitter surrounded them for a split second and it reminded Jaina of that night Sylvanas showed her the magical sky in Orgrimmar.
Getting through, they fell on to stone cold floor. Pierce and Paris swore in gutterspeak and rubbed their backs. Suddenly, their surroundings transformed into a colourful wooden landscape, almost like hunting grounds. A deep voice abruptly rung throughout the lands.
"Mortals. You have entered my sanctuary; uninvited. Prove your worth and I might spare your lives. Slay the largest hostile beast in the Fields of the Eternal Hunt and you shall be transported to your next trial".
Jaina looked around her to find out where voice came from, but it was everywhere and nowhere. Pierce and Paris hissed, backing up Jaina to protect her.
"So we will. We have no warriors or paladins to tank the fight, nor have we got a healer to save us in an emergency. The Legion took that from us and now we need to make do without. But what we have is each other and we have determination to find our Queen. So let's show these beasts what we've got!" Jaina raised her staff in the air and shouted.
Pierce and Paris drew their blades from their belts and gestured for victory, and said: "For the mighty Banshee Queen. If we die, we die in her honour".
After warming up slaying several tainted cubs and small wolves, Jaina spotted a bigger beast.
"Shhh, stop".
The beast, a large, black and mighty worg, rested peacefully with several cubs around it. When it yawned, they could feel the prowler's breath, making them gulp. Jaina, Pierce and Paris ducked down behind a bush nearby.
"If we are going to stand a chance against that thing, we need a solid plan". They observed as the beast scratched itself. The size of its paws was huge.
"I might have an idea". Pierce kissed his teeth.
"Spit it out. Any suggestions are good suggestions". Jaina looked at him hopefully.
"You jump out, freeze the beast, a few seconds will do. By then, me and Paris will have slayed all the cubs. Now, that will probably make it angry, but it will be alone and weakened by your frost spell. That way, we may stand a chance of a fair fight".
"Sounds good". Jaina replied instantly. "Whenever you're ready!"
"When we reach that three over there…" Pierce pointed. "That's when you strike". Jaina nodded.
"Okay let's do this".
Pierce and Paris went into stealth and slowly stalked their prey. Jaina awaited their position.
As soon as Pierce and Paris reached the agreed spot, Jaina rolled out from the bushes ninja style, juggling her staff.
"For Azeroth!" She screamed as she cast an ice block capturing the beast. Within seconds, Pierce and Paris had exterminated all the cubs and positioned themselves at each side of Jaina. The young sorceress saw the ice block fading around the worg and quickly channelled a frost fire bolt. Her hands burst into red and blue flames and with full power the spell hit the beast as soon as it was freed.
A piercing howl went through the air, but to their surprise the beast still had energy and it leaped forwards.
"Save yourselves!" Jaina pushed Pierce and Paris out of the way, ready to sacrifice herself and take the hit. She closed her eyes and though she was tired from the other spells she managed a weak frost shield as she fell backwards. It won't hold… she thought.
A snarl was followed by a painful yelp and Jaina opened her eyes. Before her stood Pierce and Paris with their blades buried deep into the prowler's chest. The worg slammed to the ground, instantly dissolving and vanishing.
"Are you okay, Lady Proudmoore?" Paris grabbed Jaina and pulled her up. Jaina was slightly lost for words. The two undead rogues had risked their lives to save her. It must have been the first time in history a forsaken had done this for a living.
"I… I can't thank you enough". Jaina said and looked around her.
Before Pierce and Paris could answer, the hunting grounds dissolved just like the worg had. Suddenly, they found themselves in front of a golden bridge.
"Ah, mortals. So you defeated my Fenryr. Interesting. I have been observing you, I believe you will find what you are seeking by crossing the bridge. But I warn you, I am not happy. You will have to go through me to escape from here". Jaina shivered as the unknown voice spoke.
"Sylvanas… SYLVANAS!" Jaina disregarded all the warnings from the unknown voice and sprinted towards the bridge.
"Lady Proudmoore, wait!" But it was too late, Pierce and Paris had no chance of stopping Jaina.
Across the bridge they ran and they reached the other side within a minute. Jaina stopped abruptly and gasped. Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply at the sight of a great, fallen Val'kyr. Pierce and Paris appeared on each side of her with a slight grumble.
"Wha…What the…Jaina?"
There stood Sylvanas Windrunner, the Banshee Queen of the Forsaken, Warchief of the true Horde. She was aiming at the fallen Val'kyr with her sunstrider bow.
"Turn back! You shouldn't be here!" Sylvanas shouted and drew her aim sharper. The Val'kyr grunted in pain, barely hanging on.
"No, Sylvanas, you don't have to do this!" Jaina stretched her arm out and took a step towards her lover.
"Don't come any closer dear. I warn you! I have to do this. You don't understand!"
"I do, in fact, I read your message to Nathanos! I know about your arrangement with Helya! Don't do this, not for me!" Jaina held her breath as she waited for a response.
Sylvanas' red eyes narrowed and tilted her head. She stared long and hard at Jaina's anxious expression.
The Dark Lady exhaled. "It's already done".
"NO!"
Before Jaina could do anything, Sylvanas released the grip of her arrow and with the speed of light, it pierced the Val'kyr's heart.
A howl, much like a banshee howl, filled the halls and the Val'kyr wretched as beams of light shot out from her chest. Within seconds, all that was left of the mighty Val'kyr was a pile of silver dust on the floor.
Jaina quickly rushed over and kneeled down. "What have you done…" She ran her fingers through the shimmery dust of the fallen Val'kyr.
Sylvanas kneeled down beside her and pulled out two empty glass vials from her pocket.
"Jaina dear. If you read the letter, you know exactly what I'm doing. This could be the ingredient I need for the potion.
"Wait. How did you even manage to get close to the Val'kyr on your own?" Jaina turned to Sylvanas with tears streaming down her face.
"Helya gave me this". Sylvanas lifted a lantern that was next to her. "I control the Val'kyr now. I was unable to locate Eyir. But I knew that Hyrja, Eyir's little defender, was now one of Odyn's Valarjar. She will do".
Just as Sylvanas was about to fill the vials with Val'kyr dust, a shadow appeared behind them followed by a deep growl.
Out of nowhere jumped Genn Greymane and he went straight for the Dark Lady. Sylvanas rolled across the floor, dropping the lantern. She retaliated quickly and drew an aim at Genn.
"You… disgusting worgen!" The Banshee Queen snarled. Genn growled back at her ready to strike again.
"NO GENN STOP!" Jaina rushed up and positioned herself in front of Sylvanas. "You don't have to do this! Leave! This isn't your fight!" Jaina pointed Genn away.
"Look at yourself, Jaina. What have you become?! Varian would roll in his grave if he had one! She killed him, left him to die!"
Jaina swallowed hard. "Leave! You should not have followed her here!"
Genn growled again and noticed the lantern on the floor, and picked it up.
"Is this important to you, Windrunner?"
Sylvanas' eyes widened and she tightened the grip around her bow and arrow.
"Leave it alone Greymane, it's mine!"
Genn snarled. "You should not have that much power. You will not only destroy yourself and your people, you will ruin Azeroth!"
Before Sylvanas or Jaina could reply, Genn lifted his arm and smashed the lantern to the floor. The object shattered into a million pieces and Sylvanas and Jaina gasped simultaneously.
Sylvanas let go of her arrow and it hit Genn in his right arm making him roar and whine.
"ENOUGH!" Jaina sent a frost bolt in each direction hitting both Sylvanas and Genn, causing them to fall to the floor.
"Genn, take my advice, LEAVE!" Genn Greymane stumbled to his feet and stared hard at Jaina.
"Traitor! The Alliance will hear about this. You shall be exiled!"
With that, the worgen squeezed the grip around his wounded arm and rushed out. Pierce and Paris who had merely observed the whole scenario rushed to their Queen's rescue and helped her to stand.
Jaina turned to Sylvanas with an empty expression. She did not know what to say. She felt blessed and so ecstatic to see her lover to the point where her heart was about to burst her chest. But at the same time, she was stunned at Sylvanas' actions.
"Jaina…" Sylvanas looked down at the shattered glass that no longer granted her infinite powers.
"Don't… Let's leave. And don't you dare collect any of that dust!" Jaina turned around. Sylvanas looked at the remains of Hyrja and sighed. She had to face her defeat and that it all had been for nothing. She followed Jaina.
Suddenly, the voice from previously filled the air again, now significantly more agitated.
"You have infiltrated my halls mortals. You have destroyed my most precious Valarjar! But you have paid the prize. No eternity for you, Banshee Queen! LEAVE, NOW!"
The floor started trembling, and rocks and pillars started falling around them.
"Hurry, we have got to get out of here fast!" Jaina shouted. Pierce and Paris finally came after them and went into stealth.
"Follow us, my Queen!" Pierce waved for Sylvanas to follow, and Jaina let them lead the way.
Minutes later, all four of them exited the Halls of Valor, lucky to be alive. Jaina panted and looked back at the glowing entrance of the instance.
"Lady Proudmoore, thank the totems you're safe!" Dafar went to embrace Jaina as soon as he saw her. "Warchief Windrunner, it's so good to see you safe too!"
Ignoring Dafar, Jaina turned to Sylvanas.
"What the hell were you thinking?! You could have been killed, and for what?! Retribution? Eternal life? I don't believe it!" The young mage looked at the Banshee Queen in despair.
"I did it for you! I want to be with you, as your living partner! How is that so hard to understand?! I don't want you to think of death everytime you touch me!"
Jaina shook her head and ran into Sylvanas' arms. She held the Warchief tight and long.
"Don't you EVER take off on me like that again!" Jaina punched the Sylvanas in the side and buried her face in her neck. Sylvanas looked up at the stars on the night sky. No matter how much she longed for her former life, she would listen to Jaina. After all, it was because of her she wanted it so bad. Wasn't it?
Later that night, the five of them had set up camp not too far away from Valdishall. The air was chilly, but the clear star bright sky shone upon them. Dafar was resting peacefully beside the fire. The older tauren had been through a lot with the nightmare and the ride to the Halls of Valor had made him very weak.
Pierce and Paris praised their Queen and were blessed with an ever so little conversation with her. Jaina looked at them from her tent. Paris shook her Queen's hand and bowed for her. The two forsaken rogues then went out on patrol.
"Hey you". Sylvanas came over to Jaina.
"Hey…" Jaina looked up at Sylvanas, slightly coy.
"You wanna take a walk? It's quite nice over there by the cliff". Sylvanas reached for Jaina's hand.
"Sure". Jaina smiled and grabbed it. It felt amazing to have her back and filled her with warmth.
They sat by the cliff and the lake below them shimmered from reflection of the moonlight and shining stars from the bright night sky. It was quiet, peaceful almost. Stormheim offered an unusually satisfying atmosphere tonight and for now, it felt as if the Legion was eliminated from these lands.
"I'd give you a star if I could you know…" Sylvanas turned and met Jaina's blue eyes. Even they glittered from the starlight.
"Pffft…" Jaina blushed and nudged Sylvanas' shoulder with her's.
Another minute of simple silence, but not the bad kind, the good kind. The kind of silence where both knew what the other thought and no words were needed.
"I was so scared I would lose you… For good". Jaina wrapped her arms around her knees as she pulled them to her chest.
Sylvanas bit her lip and sighed. "Yeah… For a split moment I thought you would. I mean… I thought I was going to disappear into the darkness".
The Dark Lady's words gave Jaina a shiver down her back. She could not even bear that thought. Too much had happened, they were in too deep to lose each other now.
"We have come so far… I can't believe I once did not know you". Jaina looked at Sylvanas. The Banshee Queen's eyes were deep red and thoughtful. Jaina continued.
"Do you remember the first time we met? As in properly met. Not formally. In the woods…"
"Of course I do… It was a dark night for me. I have never been more broken. It was like reliving losing everything I did when I died. All over again. I thought… I thought I could never love or be loved ever again…"
The honesty in Sylvanas' voice somehow warmed Jaina's chest, but moved her to tears. She was not capable of imagining such pain. She had been through a lot herself and lost many loved ones. But never to the extent of what Sylvanas' had. And never her life in addition.
Jaina grabbed Sylvanas' hand and let her fingers slide in between hers. She looked up to meet the Dark Lady's deep red eyes. Almost velvet, Jaina thought.
"But you were wrong. You were going to be loved again. Because I love you, Sylvanas Windrunner. I love you more than I ever thought my heart could love anyone. When I am with you, I am truly happy. Euphoric even. Despite all the shit that has happened, you have made me realise that I was never truly happy before I met you. Before you opened your heart to me and let mine meld with yours. You might not have a beating heart, my love, but mine can beat for the both of us. You said you'd give me a star if you could. Well… I would give you my heart if I could".
A single tear drop ran down Jaina's cheek as she stroked Sylvanas' cold skin.
Without saying a word, Sylvanas ran her index finger across Jaina's lips and smiled slightly. She studied the young, gorgeous mage only to think how perfect she was. To think the Old Gods had created something so beautiful.
"I love you, Jaina Proudmoore. With everything that is left of me. I know it's not much. But if you will have me, I give you everything I am".
Without words, Jaina replied by leaning in for a soft kiss. Her lips touched Sylvanas' and Jaina could feel magic pumping through her veins. Because kissing Sylvanas Windrunner was truly magical.
Sylvanas ran both her hands down Jaina's chest and caressed her. Carefully, she untied Jaina's robe and let it fall to the ground. The moonlight shone upon the sorceress bare breasts and Jaina closed her eyes and smiled as Sylvanas stroked them.
Sylvanas slid on top of Jaina, laying her smoothly down in the withering grass. Neither of them took notice of the cool air of Stormheim as their breathing became heavier. As Sylvanas slipped her hand between Jaina's thighs, the young mage gasped slightly. Sylvanas smiled as she let Jaina undress her. They made love under the moonlight until they were out of breath, collapsing on top of each other and with Jaina falling into a deep sleep.
Sylvanas stroked the young mage as she breathed heavy and deep. The Dark Lady rolled over sat up before fiddling with her attire that had been cast aside during their love making. From a pocket on the inside of her chest piece, Sylvanas fished out a petite vial with silver, shimmery content. She glanced at Jaina Proudmoore blissfully asleep in the grass while she studied the vial, and whispered so low nobody could hear:
"For you; Dalah'surfal".
