Hey guys sorry I haven't wrote anything in a while, it's been tough since my word went down. Any way lets continue with the story of Selaerosona and Sylvanas Windrunner. Please read and review.
Sela's curious eyes burned into the tranquil roads of Daralan. Her daily stroll amongst the content citizens of the floating city greeted her with they're practiced curtsy. But past the formalities, she could sense their inner distrust at her, as if they felt sorry for Sela. In truth, she knew it, she knew that they in fact, pitied her. For they're reason of such pity, Selaersona never knew. But, Sela's knowledge of the behavior didn't bother her. Her only friend outside the linage of her family, her single friend was a elegant Quel'doreni steed, whom she had dubbed Crichton, whom owned by the woman who trained and sold the powerful mounts to the passing warriors. Trotting away from the Violet Cathedral, the highborne raced with sweetly elegant strides, she went to see her horned friend, giggling as the ideas of games flowed into her clever mind.
Veereesa gazed after Sela with undecipherable eyes, betraying only faint wisps of worry. Her mind slowly wondered to a time when happiness sang from the trees and the people of Qual'Thalas were enjoying a time of peace. Veereesa lost her self to the time of her childhood that she had shared with her elder sisters, Alleria and Sylvanas. This was a life she was willing to give anything to return once more and relish her precious time with her sisters, both alive and together once more. Her mind replayed each memory, Alleria softly brushing her hair, Sylvanas threating the boys for their harsh words at Veereesa, who's tear brought on her anger, and, and she herself, Little Veereesa, pleading to her father to spare the reprimanding on Sylvanas's acts that were found "un-ladylink". The last replaying memory was Alleria leaving for the outlands, giving both her and Sylvanas a necklace, Veereesa's thrid having the emerald. A sudden, strong arm wrapped around her waste, jolting Veereesa back to the current time, back to her Rhione, back to the time that she now lived without her sisters. His soft lips gently whispered his love for her and she smiled meekly, though she could sense her eyes were red, betraying her to his inspectional gaze. Feeling her words rush out without thought;
"My dearest love, what will become of Sela?"
Rhione eyes darkened with deep thought, as if he was lost in his mind searching fiercely for an answer. He lifted his clouded eyes to the small body that was vanishing behind the turn in the street, her wisps of long light blonde hair bellowing gracefully behind her.
"I do not know my love. ...Only time will tell".
Veereesa turned her body into the embrace of her husband to hide her face from a world she was left in. The silence was broken by the shrill cry of horror, suitely followed by the vicious roaring of animals.
Sela had been gazing at the stallion, talking softly and petting his soft snow colored neck. He tossed his head as she laughed at her thoughts, enjoying her kindness and loving attention to him. Sela paid no attention as the merchant and a young blood elf man walked into the Daralan stables. She continued talking to Crichton, babbling about meaningless events that had happened today. She was thrown out of her one-sided conversation with the stallion. Her gazed locked with the man; shocked to see his eyes were neither green nor blue, but illuminating electric blue/white ice. Sela gazed was soft with curiosity, as they spoke quickly, the conversation ending with the unusual man passing gold to the merchant. Sela snapped out of her staring when she saw the woman sliding a halter over Crichton's horns, snapping it in place around his gallant head. Agitated, he tossed his head about, and Selaersona's eyes became as wide as the moon itself. As control over Crichton's halter was passed to the man, stating boldly, "He's all yours Mr. Death Knight. He's fiery and sure-footed. Perfect war animal."
Selaerosona came to the undeniable result of the past few moments. Crichton had been sold as a war steed. Her scream echoed through the stables, alerting all the animals of her distress, chorusing her song of disbelief, the stable was soon filled with the roars, trumpets, neighs, and screams of all the animals.
Veereesa breezed through the streets with silently lethal, Rhione at her side as they raced to the stable, ready to rip the heart out of anyone who brought harm to the young eleven girl. As they reached the stable doors, the scene within would have been laughable, had not the man with the cold eyes been painted into the picture.
"Koltira Deathweaver!" Veereesa spat the name, her hand itching for an arrow to notch in her bow. "What brings your retched corpse here to Daralan?"
Selaerosona had never seen her aunt this outraged before. This wasn't even comparable to the anger Veereesa had when Sela and her twin cosines had once played to close to the edge of Daralan, almost causing Sel and Grim to fly over the edge, had Veereesa and Rhione grabbed them. No, this rage did not even hint this anger hidden within her aunt. This anger was fueled not by love or compassion, but true and utter hatred.
The man known as Koltira chuckled in a dark sound, which echoed in the stable, silencing the up-roared animals within seconds. The only sound was the snorting of Crichton, pawing the ground in displeasure. Koltira's voice, more eerie than his laughter, spat with arrogant dislike. "My, my, is it isn't Veereesa Windrunner, the beloved younger sister of my mistress, for whom I am on an errand for."
Interest sparked in her aunt's eyes.
"Your mistress?"
"Yes, The Banshee Queen, the Dark Lady, or more commonly, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner."
Veereesa had many thoughts run through her head, one being to slice this abomination of life's head off right here and now. But she reframed herself to such behavior, especially with Selaserosona here, whom was cluthing on to the white stallion, trying to calm him. "How DARE you? Sylvanas died in Qual'Thalas that night! We know this for we found her body left cold and lifeless!"
Cocking a slender white eyebrow, his reply came in a fake pity, "You honestly don't know do you?"
"Know what? Speak you arrogant fool, before I shoot an arrow through your brest that will still your breathe once more!"
"King Arthas recruited your sister moments before her death. The Lich King rose your sister as a Scourge, a Banshee. But due to the Lich King's weaknesses, he lost control over the Dark Lady, who now rules as the abandoned Scourge leader."
Veereesa's eye twitched and her eyes glazed with fierce thinking. The scilence that fell crackled like a forest fire in fierce tension. A thunk pierced through it and an arrow was seen centimeters from the vile Death Knight's face. Sela's eyes registering to her mind what had just occurred. In front of her, Sela saw Deathweaver start an energy blast behind his back, and Veereesa could not see it. Without plan, she launched herself at the man, feeling the sting of the small energy. Selaeosona fell off the man, and hit the ground, the world growing dark, filled with fuzzy colors rushing toward her. She heard Rhione and Veereesa yelling for her to stay awake, the merchant swearing to the gods above, and Crichton screaming outrage. Selaersona wished to go to the noble horse and calm him, but her limbs ached with newly found exhaustion. She thought softly before drifting off to a dark and quiet world, that reminded her a lot of Daralan at night, that she would calm him down and speak to him again after she had rested. And with that last lingering thought, Sela let the darkness elope around her and bury her within it's lost depths.
FINALLY! :D I've been wanting to make them this long for awhile and glad I could this one. Don't know when the next one will be up but please read and review, so I have more support to keep writing okay :D Oh by the waythank you all for your comments : please comment more cause it makes me feel like the happiest person alive ^^ see ya all next time.