Yes, yes, I know...metamorphosis isn't THAT powerful...but my version is much
better *grins* I don't really have much to say besides that that
cliffhanger REALLY stunk but that's ok! One more note that gets too
repetitive...Blizzard owns Warcraft 3...blah blah blah, that was a good waste
of a few seconds and so is this, so I'll proceed to shut up now! YAY! Same
review note as last time, now go on, read! Read! READ!
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"Firebrand, before I go on, I suggest that you turn back to being a night elf. Just do the opposite of what you did to become a demon in the first place." Medivh said.
Firebrand nodded and stopped the thoughts of anger that ran through her head. Instead, she thought of more calm and happier thoughts. She remembered how Kael' Thas used to sing gentle elven lullabies to her as a young child, the hooves turned back into her bandaged feet. She remembered all of the stories that Lady Vat told her of the creatures that dwelled in another world, as well of its way of nature, her horns disappeared and her claws became her fingers again. She thought of the serenity of Kalimdor's forests, but her wings and fangs did not go away.
"Is there something wrong?" the man asked.
"I can't make the rest go away. My voice is back to normal but I still have fangs and wings." she answered.
"Not to worry, they will go away soon." he assured. He turned to face the blood mage and asked him, "Sylvos, do you have any idea of what happened to your sister after the battle of Quel' Thalas?"
Sylvos shook his head sadly and replied, "She died didn't she? She's gone now...please, don't bring this up..."
"It's alright, Sylvos. Your sister is not dead..."
Another voice spoke up from behind them. "But I am not alive, either..."
"Sylvanas!" he exclaimed as he recognized her voice, her turned around.
Instead of seeing the tall ranger in a blue cloak that he identified his sister as, he saw a tall, blue-skinned ranger in a black cloak. She swept her faded blonde hair away from her face to reveal her blood red eyes that glowed like the string on her black bow. Aside from her changed appearance, she had scent of decaying flesh.
He gasped at the sight of her. "Dear sister, what the hell has happened to you?" he asked.
"Arthas killed me...he then raised me from the dead as a weaker form...a banshee." she began. "As soon as I became undead, I was under his control. Slowly my strength began to grow, and then, I became this...a dark ranger. Recently, I have managed to break out of his control and gather others who have also managed to. They are the Forsaken, and I lead them, we battle against the Scourge every day, hoping to find the ones who can slay the Lich King."
"I should have known! I shall avenge you once I get my hands on that bastard!" Sylvos declared angrily.
Firebrand spoke up. "Calm down, blood mage, I'm sure that you will be able to get a stab of revenge but only until after we find out why we are here. Surely, I was not dragged here to meet your sister."
"Thank you. After the great battle of Mount Hyjal, I retreated back here, Stonetalon Peak. This is where I live now, where I spend countless hours trying to decipher this one passage of an old prophecy." he explained as he took out a large book and began to flip through the worn pages.
"When the power of the four heroes skilled with war and magic are joined as a party, they will have the strength to fight the king of ice and death. The Betrayer of his kin, neither elf nor demon, is only the first of them. Joining the party, the underestimated fighter, an equally fierce descendant of the previous, shares feelings with that of another member, a tainted elf, who is loved by a dead one. The last member, a pink-skinned spellcaster is in remembered ins the heart of their enemy. When a blizzard strikes all places, even the unreachable and forgotten lands, then, will the king become what he once reigned." Sylvanas recited as she looked over his shoulder, reading the words that were hand written long ago.
"I suppose that you are interested in the Book of the Prophets?" Medivh asked with a smile on his face, like a teacher who had found that his student was interested in what was taught. "Sylvos, Firebrand, you two need rest, I'm afraid that there is no resting place anywhere here. I will let you two stay here, in my library, since it is the cleanest place to lie down. Sylvanas and I will discuss further plans as to what to do." He walked away with Sylvanas following him.
Sylvos walked over to one side of the library that did not have shelves that were placed against it. A flash of him and Sylvanas ran through his head. He found himself, when he was only four years old, standing outside amidst a fierce battle of trolls and elves. "Sylvanas! Sylvanas!" He remained there, crying and frightened, he did not know what to do. All he did was call out for his sister. He could hear his sister's voice, as she knelt down and took him in her arms. "It's alright, Sylvos. I'm here...here to protect you..." Where were you when I needed you, Sylvanas, just like before? He snapped back into reality, in a library, in a gloomy cave. He then let out a deep sigh while leaning against the wall and slouched down. The sound of his plates rattling against each other and the ground rang throughout the room. He felt as if something inside of him burst, and he broke into quiet sobbing.
Firebrand headed towards the middle of the library, away from any obstacles. She set her demon blades on the ground and closed her eyes. She hovered with her legs crossed and her arms spread out. She sat in absolute silence in pure darkness. She unfolded her cramped wings, possibly being the first and last time that she would ever get to move them. So many thoughts and questions filled her head. "Equally fierce descendant..." she thought...Who could that be? "The first must be Illidan Stormrage..." But descendant, how would anyone know? "Illidan would be too secretive to let anyone know that he would be a father of anyone..." She heard a clanging sound behind her followed by sorrowful sobbing. She opened her eyes and set her feet back on the ground. She walked over to Sylvos and sat beside him.
"I'm sorry..." was all that she could say to him.
"It's...all...my fault..." he sobbed. "I...should have been...there to...help...her...like she always...was for...me...But on that day...she...told me...to stay...to let her go alone...I should have...gone...anyways..."
"It's alright, Sylvos. It wasn't your fault..." she whispered. Firebrand put her arms around him and held him. She could feel his hot tears stream down her chest, but she did not care. She could almost feel his distress as if it were her who was experiencing the moment. "Did I just call him' Sylvos'?" she pondered to herself inside her head. She ignored the thought and just rubbed his back.
* * *
Sylvanas entered the room to find that Firebrand and Sylvos were asleep against the far wall of the library, leaning against each other. "It seems like you two had a sound sleep." she commented as she looked down on them.
Firebrand groggily opened her eyes, they shot open and she quickly sat up as she saw Sylvanas. Her cheeks turned bright red as she realized that she had fallen asleep against Sylvos.
"Aren't you going to get up, Firebrand?" she asked.
"I can't," she replied. "if I stand up, Sylvos is going to fall down." She gently tried shake him awake but he still remained asleep.
"Allow me." Sylvanas offered with a playful grin as she knelt down beside her brother and pinched his cheek.
He immediately sat up and rubbed his face. "I'm awake, I'm awake!"
They chuckled.
"You slept like a druid of the claw there!" Firebrand commented.
Even though Sylvanas had become an undead, she was still Sylvos' brother, and she vowed to protect him still.
"Firebrand, before I go on, I suggest that you turn back to being a night elf. Just do the opposite of what you did to become a demon in the first place." Medivh said.
Firebrand nodded and stopped the thoughts of anger that ran through her head. Instead, she thought of more calm and happier thoughts. She remembered how Kael' Thas used to sing gentle elven lullabies to her as a young child, the hooves turned back into her bandaged feet. She remembered all of the stories that Lady Vat told her of the creatures that dwelled in another world, as well of its way of nature, her horns disappeared and her claws became her fingers again. She thought of the serenity of Kalimdor's forests, but her wings and fangs did not go away.
"Is there something wrong?" the man asked.
"I can't make the rest go away. My voice is back to normal but I still have fangs and wings." she answered.
"Not to worry, they will go away soon." he assured. He turned to face the blood mage and asked him, "Sylvos, do you have any idea of what happened to your sister after the battle of Quel' Thalas?"
Sylvos shook his head sadly and replied, "She died didn't she? She's gone now...please, don't bring this up..."
"It's alright, Sylvos. Your sister is not dead..."
Another voice spoke up from behind them. "But I am not alive, either..."
"Sylvanas!" he exclaimed as he recognized her voice, her turned around.
Instead of seeing the tall ranger in a blue cloak that he identified his sister as, he saw a tall, blue-skinned ranger in a black cloak. She swept her faded blonde hair away from her face to reveal her blood red eyes that glowed like the string on her black bow. Aside from her changed appearance, she had scent of decaying flesh.
He gasped at the sight of her. "Dear sister, what the hell has happened to you?" he asked.
"Arthas killed me...he then raised me from the dead as a weaker form...a banshee." she began. "As soon as I became undead, I was under his control. Slowly my strength began to grow, and then, I became this...a dark ranger. Recently, I have managed to break out of his control and gather others who have also managed to. They are the Forsaken, and I lead them, we battle against the Scourge every day, hoping to find the ones who can slay the Lich King."
"I should have known! I shall avenge you once I get my hands on that bastard!" Sylvos declared angrily.
Firebrand spoke up. "Calm down, blood mage, I'm sure that you will be able to get a stab of revenge but only until after we find out why we are here. Surely, I was not dragged here to meet your sister."
"Thank you. After the great battle of Mount Hyjal, I retreated back here, Stonetalon Peak. This is where I live now, where I spend countless hours trying to decipher this one passage of an old prophecy." he explained as he took out a large book and began to flip through the worn pages.
"When the power of the four heroes skilled with war and magic are joined as a party, they will have the strength to fight the king of ice and death. The Betrayer of his kin, neither elf nor demon, is only the first of them. Joining the party, the underestimated fighter, an equally fierce descendant of the previous, shares feelings with that of another member, a tainted elf, who is loved by a dead one. The last member, a pink-skinned spellcaster is in remembered ins the heart of their enemy. When a blizzard strikes all places, even the unreachable and forgotten lands, then, will the king become what he once reigned." Sylvanas recited as she looked over his shoulder, reading the words that were hand written long ago.
"I suppose that you are interested in the Book of the Prophets?" Medivh asked with a smile on his face, like a teacher who had found that his student was interested in what was taught. "Sylvos, Firebrand, you two need rest, I'm afraid that there is no resting place anywhere here. I will let you two stay here, in my library, since it is the cleanest place to lie down. Sylvanas and I will discuss further plans as to what to do." He walked away with Sylvanas following him.
Sylvos walked over to one side of the library that did not have shelves that were placed against it. A flash of him and Sylvanas ran through his head. He found himself, when he was only four years old, standing outside amidst a fierce battle of trolls and elves. "Sylvanas! Sylvanas!" He remained there, crying and frightened, he did not know what to do. All he did was call out for his sister. He could hear his sister's voice, as she knelt down and took him in her arms. "It's alright, Sylvos. I'm here...here to protect you..." Where were you when I needed you, Sylvanas, just like before? He snapped back into reality, in a library, in a gloomy cave. He then let out a deep sigh while leaning against the wall and slouched down. The sound of his plates rattling against each other and the ground rang throughout the room. He felt as if something inside of him burst, and he broke into quiet sobbing.
Firebrand headed towards the middle of the library, away from any obstacles. She set her demon blades on the ground and closed her eyes. She hovered with her legs crossed and her arms spread out. She sat in absolute silence in pure darkness. She unfolded her cramped wings, possibly being the first and last time that she would ever get to move them. So many thoughts and questions filled her head. "Equally fierce descendant..." she thought...Who could that be? "The first must be Illidan Stormrage..." But descendant, how would anyone know? "Illidan would be too secretive to let anyone know that he would be a father of anyone..." She heard a clanging sound behind her followed by sorrowful sobbing. She opened her eyes and set her feet back on the ground. She walked over to Sylvos and sat beside him.
"I'm sorry..." was all that she could say to him.
"It's...all...my fault..." he sobbed. "I...should have been...there to...help...her...like she always...was for...me...But on that day...she...told me...to stay...to let her go alone...I should have...gone...anyways..."
"It's alright, Sylvos. It wasn't your fault..." she whispered. Firebrand put her arms around him and held him. She could feel his hot tears stream down her chest, but she did not care. She could almost feel his distress as if it were her who was experiencing the moment. "Did I just call him' Sylvos'?" she pondered to herself inside her head. She ignored the thought and just rubbed his back.
* * *
Sylvanas entered the room to find that Firebrand and Sylvos were asleep against the far wall of the library, leaning against each other. "It seems like you two had a sound sleep." she commented as she looked down on them.
Firebrand groggily opened her eyes, they shot open and she quickly sat up as she saw Sylvanas. Her cheeks turned bright red as she realized that she had fallen asleep against Sylvos.
"Aren't you going to get up, Firebrand?" she asked.
"I can't," she replied. "if I stand up, Sylvos is going to fall down." She gently tried shake him awake but he still remained asleep.
"Allow me." Sylvanas offered with a playful grin as she knelt down beside her brother and pinched his cheek.
He immediately sat up and rubbed his face. "I'm awake, I'm awake!"
They chuckled.
"You slept like a druid of the claw there!" Firebrand commented.
Even though Sylvanas had become an undead, she was still Sylvos' brother, and she vowed to protect him still.