I'd like to dedicate this next chapter to my sis, Surmor! :D Thanks for always being awesome sis . CHAPTER 5 LETS GO! By the way I noticed I hadn't said anything about Sylvanas in a while but don't worry, things are going to start getting intense. :D
Veereesa gazed worriedly at Sela's fragile body, covered in thick blankets. Rhion was casting his worried gaze out upon the night elven city capital; Darnassus. Veereesa recounted how she and Rhion had transported there seconds after Selaerosona had lost consciousness. The cowardly Koltira Deathweaver, had fled the stable as soon as Sela hit the ground. By the time they had gotten to the Temple to plead for Malfurion Stormrage's healing aid, Sela's breathe had swallowed. Veereesa had been prepared to do whatever it took to save Sela, and Malfurion and Tryande had agreed to help the child.
That had been 3 days ago.
Veereesa began to weep silently, holding herself as if she'd fall apart. Rhion came to her side and held her tightly in his strong grip. The ranger prayed to every god in Aerozoth to not take this child from the world. The soft weeping of Veereesa was the only sound to ring throughout the room.
Before a small voice sliced through it, bringing life back to the room.
"Auntie, what's wrong?"
Sela woke to the saddening sight of her strong uncle and brave aunt weeping. She couldn't let them be like this. To worry them so when she had only gone to sleep for what seemed like an hour or two.
"Auntie, what's wrong? Did something bad happen?"
Veereesa's head wiped up and stared at the girl, hardly believing what she saw, before rushing forward and hugging the child she had been desperately trying to revive for the past seventy-two long hours.
"Oh, Sela, We thought we lost you!"
Sela frowned at how her aunt thought she could get lost so easily.
"Oh no, auntie, the nice lady helped me. She helped me get back."
Veereesa gave Sela a hard look, as if trying to understand who the young elf had meet unconsciousness, but a strong and muscular man walked in. His arms faded into wings, antlers of a strong head placed upon his forest floor green hair, his beard was thick as Father Christmas's, and from his toes grew sharp talons. Sela gazed in wonder at this man of nature, wondering how he could possibly do that. The night elf man noticed her looks of curiosity over his strange features, and laugh heartily at her childish innocence.
"Greetings, young one. I am Malufrion Stromrage, Leader of the Druids, and I welcome you to Darnassus, the home of our race, the Night Elves. Now, how are you feeling?"
Sela felt somewhat embarrassed to be caught staring, for it wasn't lady like, but she couldn't help smiling at his kindness.
"I'm okay."
"That is good to hear, but, Veereesa, Rhion, I think it be best if I stay near her for any signs of….greater side effects." His eyes flashed a silent message to the couple, alerting them of the possibilities without rousing fear in the child. But Veereesa was not very pleased with the thought of leaving Sela here, within the night eleven city, for her and Rhion, as the leaders of the Kirin Tor and her own Silver Covent, had to return to Daralan soon.
Then an exotic voice flowed like the moonlight into the dwelling.
"By the Moon Goddess, and all nature within her gaze, Selaerosona will be safe here. So any worries, Lady Veereesa and Lord Rhion, should be quenched, for we are allies in the eyes of Elune."
A beautiful huntress, whose mint hair was decorated with silver leaves, and the emblem of the silver crescent on her forehead, entered the room with grace and silence. Her white dress enforced with moon silver armor that fitted elegantly around her body. Her bright eyes illuminated with wisdom and compassion. The woman gazed at little Sela and smiled.
"She will be in good hands Veereesa. Trust me."
Gazing at little Sela, she knew it was for the best. But Veereesa felt dread about leaving behind her last tie to her beloved sister. But she also had a duty and responsibility as Ranger-General. Oh, how she wished she could stay here and nurture the weak child, as someone had for Veereesa long ago. Gazing upon Sela, she could see so many similarities between Selaerosona and Sylvanas. Their headstrong, brave, cunning personalities, showed as brightly as the sun. Sighing, Veereesa shifted Sela deeper into her embrace, remembering the last hug she shared with Sylvanas, just two days before the Scourge attacked, cursing the fates of the Windrunners. Veereesa had lost herself to thought weh a messanger was begging for entrance. Veereesa's head wiped up to the message being given, and every adult in the room grew a grave look, and young eleven girl look at each face in puzzlement, not knowing the prowling war in hiding.
Sela recounted how a week had gone by since the events of Veereesa's and Rhion's swift departure back to Daralan, leaving Sela in Darnassus, under the watchful eyes of Malfurion and Tryande Whisperwind.
She had so far been doing quite well with her recovery, for she was now permitted to wander the city, but never allowed to step outside the walls of the lush city. Though the citizens and her caretakers were very kind to her, Sela felt more out of place then in Daralan. Every citizen seemed to be of their prime age, no bickering elders, or laughing of children. Life in Darnassus was quiet. Sela had made a habit of visiting her hideout she had found within a hallowed tree close to the temple of Elune. A miniature forest grew within the tree, giving the adventurous child new games to play with Sylvanas. Sela looked at a frog that was hopping peacefully around,, making the oddest croaks Sela had ever heard. She followed the small creature, weaving between bushes to keep the cute creature in sight. Her objective was lost to her sight, when an attack came from behind, knocking Sela off her feet. Her rise in sudden panic was cut off by the sound of purring. Sela opened her eyes, she saw the ice blue cat eyes of a white Siberian tiger cub staring into hers, rumbling out a purr to show it's happiness at her surprise.
Sela petted the small cub, which leaned into her small hand.
"Hello, little cub. Do you have a name?"
The answer came from not muzzle of the small tiger, but the mouth of a young night elf girl who slipped from behind a bush.
"Her name is Zaharae. And I'd like to know this, who are you?"
Koltira Deathweaver landed his undead griffon mount at the entrance to the Undercity, and raced downward to the elevators. His mind raced over what he had done. He hadn't truly noticed the girl fully until she had stopped his attack. She reminded him of someone, but he could not place whom. The elevator finally let him off at the Undercity, allowing him to gallop off toward the Dark Lady's chamber. As he was just in the halls of the auction quarters, the death knight felt the presence of a demon. Koltira turned his attention to the dreadlord.
"I trust your journey was well death knight?" The dreadlord's tone was overpowered with disgust.
Sneering, Koltira replied, "You will know dreadlord, when I tell the Queen."
"She is out on a personal errand, so I can relate any messages for her."
"It can wait."
"You have another mission, and we don't want you forgetting."
Koltira looked at the dreadlord with interest.
"What power do you have over me to make me tell you, anything?"
The dreadlord's eyes gaze hard at the death knight, finally speaking as if in a manner of buissness.
"We have a similar….dislike, Death Knight, yet it's fueled by different reasons. But, the tables are about to turn on the one distrusted, so Deathweaver, do you wish to be on the winning side or the losing side?"
Koltira looked at the dreadlord, knowing what he wanted, and how close he was to getting it.
"What is it you want to know, my lord?"
Chuckling at his new dark ally, the dreadlord spoke his wish.
"Tell me, Koltira, was there a child with Veereesa?"
BAM END OF CHAPTER 5 THE DREADLORD IS COMING :D SEEE YA ALLL NEXT CHAPTER PLEASE REVIEW! SHOUT OUT TO MY EPIC SIS LOVEYA !