She looked at the ground, and quickly put her hand in front of her to feel the grass. She had to know this was all real. The quire of screaming had become all too familiar. Thankfully, passing the pain onward helps her a little. But, 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. Misery loves company and company loves misery.

She buried her hand in the dirt only to find underneath a smell she knew all too well. She quickly raised her hand back up, but something was wiggling in her palm. A worm, poor helpless worm, just trying to make ends meat. Yet she destroyed it, with hands clenched she yet 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 cry was heard from right behind her.

She reached for her dagger and turned around in one motion. There was shuffling in some foliage then a few gasps of humans dying.

"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 with a deep man's voice. "I don't need your opinion Nathan!" she demanded. He leaned on a tree with arms crossed. "You haven't used that name in a long time," he said while scruffing his hurt ears. She didn't even look at him, instead she turned around and stared towards the remarkable valley. He walked to her left side because her dagger was sheaved on her left. "What is it?" He asked. Then Nathanos realized it was best to not provoke her with further prompts to be more careful. She was being followed by mercs.

Awkward moments passed and still no answer from her. "Telling someone helps the pain." "This isn't pain," she responded instinctively. "Is it memories? Those can be painful too" And again no answer. "I used to never think like this, Nathanos, someone is out there putting thoughts in my head. Some I have never thought about. Even before I was a witch." "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 tried to reach out, but he sighed and muttered quietly "I liked it better when she would just scream." Sylvanas heard.

She walked back towards 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 in front of them on the same destroyed wagon. "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 into the northeast 'AND HANG THAT BASTARD OF A TRAITOR!" Her voice screeched barely fathomable. Then onwards in a hushed tone " I hope everyone is ready; I know I will be." Typical short command. She could give a good long speech if needed, but sometimes short is better. The army turned in eleven rows and marched rhythmically.

Her pace was faster than the others. Quickly, she arrived at the front of the column. A smell she once savored, and would routinely bask in every night, 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," 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. After the normal customs of finding random roadkill and raising them, her army marched as if no evil happened. Slowly, the wave began to grow bigger.

Strangely, up the main road towards a fork lay a small village; 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 no crickets 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. And for some damn reason she started to become sick of hearing constant moaning and suffering. 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 had noticed: her former lover. Lover is a strange word; even weirder for these two, since decades had passed: their relationship was 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 to take a look in this wooden bin full of webs. She stared at a handle that was surprisingly clean. A few moments later she used her precious silky-smooth-hands to slowly pry open the main door.

Someone hadn't opened the 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 needed to peek. And just like all women, 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 became tired of. She looked around and noticed one stall slightly ajar. She pressed onward quietly, swift with a dagger in hand she used it to push the stall-door open.

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

The Dark Lady looked at her. "Why are you alone," she asked. The child didn't respond. The Ladies' amount of patience is pretty much depleted from being reincarnated 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 pupils.

Instantly The Banshee recognized its stupid eyes, Hers 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 glared at him. He had frost radiating from his left hand and his right hand he 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 had just said. So, she tried to hide her emotions and strode past him.