XXX2
Where did I leave my Queen? My idol? Yes! I had left her in a bed, for she was tired. It was very unusual for her to be tired. In her weak mind where she has little control, she started dreaming. She dreamt of herself lying on her back in a meadow looking at the stars. Such were those days to her: peaceful. No war, no stench, no dead things until that child showed up: the ultimate idiot. Her hatred increased. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the grass. At least it was still grass. She released her grip. Gave out a pleasant deep breath and continued looking at the marvelous works of some god.
Yet, slowly the stars began to disappear. One by one the stars turned black. A black outline was formed. Two pairs of curtains opened sideways. Until two bright white eyes were staring at her with small snakelike slits as pupils. And she let out a whale.
The Banshee Queen propped up from her strange slumber. The door in-front of her bashed open. Like a snake with her dagger at her side, she sprung upward toward the intruder. Knife at its throat and eyes glowing red, she looked at him. Their eyes met for quite a long time. "Why did you scream?" Nathanos asked with a breath in each word. Strangely she didn't remove her dagger or her grip but said "I don't know." He pushed her away. She forgot how strong he was. "Is somebody here?" he continued while glancing around the room. She put her dagger away and crossed her arms. "No" she snarled while glaring at him. "Then what?" he demanded. She stood there not saying anything, didn't even change her posture. He grumbled. "Your rangers are waiting." He slammed the door behind him and it broke in two.
"Good" she thought; "at least I can immediately do something and not think about that stupid dream again." She honestly was a little excited to hear that her elves were back from their hunt, but then a sense of trouble hit her, "how long was I asleep?" Anyway, she rose and went downstairs towards the front door.
Outside the day looked decent, cloudy, wet, and cold. Off in the distance she noticed them all already standing in formation. She was their general after all in life and after, god forbid they piss her off, so they were always doing their best.
She approached them and they were in single file. She stood on a broken wagon for a few moments looking at all of them. Finally, "You all have done well. With each land cleansed we are closer to taking Northrend, and the fight back to the one that doomed us all. This is only the beginning." With that she turned away, and the army went back to their "tents." Sylvanas and her army didn't stay anywhere very long. Sleep is for the weak and the refreshing of the mind, but when one is dead then reincarnated, the necessities of life get fucked up. And these daily extortions for the living are even less important for the undead.
She gave her top ranger Alyxis the plans for their campaign prior to their departure from Undercity. With the three dreadlords dispatched and the Bone Fiend hiding once again, her goal was simple: conquer as much land as possible and bring in more Forsaken for the cause.
Most if not all of the living had left these lands and sought asylum towards the south near the pesky dwarves. Her adversaries were few; except for a few poor plunderers seeking wealth in the abandoned lands. If The Lady found the bandits, then god help them.
As she was walking away from The Mill "going somewhere again?" Nathanos blurted out while leaning on a well. She paused, "don't follow me…again," with a little emphasis on the last word. And with that she wondered off.
Where was she going? Like all queens, they like to be alone. They deal with living scum all day, such pathetic lives, no solace, no time to mourn, no time to heal, no time to think, no time for love, no time for fun, no time for anything, just pure idol-hood, it is the making of a perfect human being.
But she was far from perfect, she knows, and she fights with every breath left inside of her. The constant struggle between life and death, the dance between the lust for power. The dream of the perfect kingdom is only just the start.
She changed too much in the last year. It's fucking stupid, a complete personality change, a complete goal in life change, and now a new crave: vengeance. Say goodbye to peace that was last year, the lifetime ago. But really, surmountable changes on a person's mind in quick recessions leads to insanity, and very quickly their eyes begin to glance more at their wrists, hoping for the end, dreaming of the final solution.
And then there are these people. The people that have sudden life changes and they propel so far forward no living being can stop them: no god, no human, and no undead. They appear to be invincible, and that's because they are. With the mindset of knowing nothing can stop you, not even death, then you are reborn, reincarnated, into a god. And it all started inside the brain, the place where battlefields never end. Once the cataclysmic events are over, Satanic reasoning slowly slithers in and weaves between every muscle in the brain. Pride ensues, a god's downfall, the feeling of immortality, unless stated or written in a book or proven by many or granted by some god; you will die, eventually, and God help you what you will meet on the other side of The Wall.
A stones throw off from The Mill she quickened her pace. She wanted to be alone, at least for a moment. Her walking began to grow faster. Not even looking where she was walking, she almost fell over a cliff. Stumbled, she backtracked then looked outward. Pretty sight, it was barely morning. She collapsed on her knees and bent her head.
Sylvanas has a soul, and like many souls they are weak. The war on the battlefield can be fought at first and it is terrifying, and may God have mercy on your soul when your bed becomes your new battlefield. The endless torment in the night after war, the screaming, the imaginary demons, all of this and when the physical fighting is over; now the real fighting begins, resisting the torment in the mind. Did Arthas rape Her? I always wondered this. If you read between the lines, books will become alive. Was she clothed while being dragged around Her city? Did the elves laugh at their Commander? Or did they cry and look away, wagging their heads in sorrow. WHY DIDN'T THE BOOK TELL ME WHAT WAS GOING THROUGH THEIR MINDS WHEN THEY SAW HER...lifeless and helpless. This event, in one day, destroyed her soul.
There are thousands of people out there who are tortured; forced to kill family members, starved, penetrated, and wished to be dead; so few live happily ever after. The mind is a fragile place. In the twenty-first century seeing death is rare, at least here it is, in my stupid basement, under my parent's room, typing away not having to worry about a damn thing. But then, there are those who live through it all and are reborn. They become stronger, more confident in themselves, but quite damn frankly, most go insane. And as we can see with our precious pale elf, insanity is ringing at the doorbell. And so She sat, while looking towards the ocean, and she thought about everything.