Hey guys, my word went down AGAIN AGHHHHH! Well without further ado, let us start the next installment of little Sela's life.

Icy blue eyes stared with unflinching curiosity into the depths of the burning silver light of the young night elf. The tiger cub's eyes flickered back and forth, looking from hostility to innocent confusion. The night elf sneered at Sela, her voice guarded at the heir to a traitorous bloodline.

"I said who are you? Answer me, blood elf!" Her scowl lingered on the common term for the Sin'doeri, her shoulder length mint hair swimming with the breeze. But, Selaerosona looked at the night elf with no longer curiosity, but the fire of a growing rage.

"How dare you imply my race is lesser than your own, night elf!"

"Because you are!" the night eleven girl snarled back.

The tiger cub, Zaharae, stared fearfully at her young master and the strange girl with a exotic scent. It was as if the girl had come from the heart of the sky in a bitterly cold region, farer north than the cub had seen. The sharp smell, and the growing battle before her, pushed young Zaharae, deep into the bush behind her.

"Who do you think you are to speak to me this way? You blood elves don't even have the right to stand before the blessed ones of Elune. You all should have died when the Scourge hit your lands." snarled the green hair girl, her small frame quivering with absolute rage. Sela gazed at her, her body stopping abruptly its own magnitude of anger. Her eyes turn from their ever tranquil state to the depths of the bloodiest battle field within the history of Aerozoth.

But when Sela's failing fists of anger struck their target, bewilderment coursed through her battle boiling blood, and her fists hit soft mint fur and her arm shrieked protest as claws raked her arm.

Sylvanas sauntered into her chamber, her sharp chin high, and her crimson eyes surveying the room. Behind her loped the death knight, Kolitra, his gaze distant and unreadable. The various ambassadors of the horde and the blood elves looked up in anticipation at the lady's entrance, eager to discuss the seemingly endless problems. Sylvanas came to a rest at the center of her chamber, raised over the bickering politicians; she gazed over them to a loner amongst the damp city. She watched as the dreadlord's gaze slipped observantly from each creature in the room, studying them each accurately with burning eyes of only one emotion. Disgust. To the demon every being within this room… No, within the Undercity itself, he saw all as vile swine around him. His gaze finally came to a rest at the stern gaze of crimson eyes. She cocked an eyebrow at him, daring him to say speak against his mistress. But the dreadlord merely huffed and gazed away from her piercing looks, and cast it upon the walls of the room.

Sylvanas could smell the trouble bubbling around her, the demon as its raging flame. But, she had a plan, and none could interfere with the banshee queen. But one thing missed the Dark Lady's watch. The small nod from the Dreadlord to a death knight, who in turn, obediently, nodded back.

Sela grappled on to the druid child, in the form of a lion cub, fighting fiercely with all manners forgotten. A storm of fur and dress strips floated through the air, blown around by the screams of fierce battle.

As the fray continued, the huntress Leafrunner heard the screeches of fighting and rushed in th hollow tree, and snatched up the two young combatants from their fray, a young blood elf and a mint cub. Her stern gaze fell upon her frist.

"LADY SURMOR! I HAVE SEARCHED FROM THE MOON AND BACK FOR YOU? AND WHAT DO I FIND YOU DOING BUT FIGHTING A GUEST!" her words slowed a bit over "'guest", making Sela feel slightly missing Daralan.

A puff of smoke and the young Lady Surmor dangled from the huntress' grip, her sliver pools showing defeat.

"Lyla, she started it!"

"Surmor,…" The huntress sighed, as if this was an everyday event. "As the next leader of the night elves, you must learn to accept all your blames, and not push them upon others."

Surmor sighed heavily, nodding her head silently, moving her gaze to Selaerosona's, mumbling her words.

"Sorry about the fight, a lady should cause trouble."

Shocked at al she had learned, Sela snapped out of her stun and spoke with speed, almost tripping over words.

"O-oh, it's alright! I apologize for my behavior also." Considering she was a stranger to these people, Sela bowed into her practiced curtsy. " My name is Selaerosona Windrunner, how do you do?"

Giggling, Surmor replied, "I am Lady Surmor, daughter of Tryande Whisperwind and Malfurion Stormrage. And no your 'it'".

"huh?" With great aglity, Surmor tapped Sela, and raced off. A quick puff of leaves and Surmor was on all fours, racing away under her spotted pelt. Zaharae exploded from her hiding spot and raced after her master, leaving a bewildered Sela, who took a few seconds of rearranging her, before racing off crying with all the wind in her lungs, "NO FAIR!"

But what Sela didn't notice was since she had given her name, the huntress had stood rigid, gazing at the young girl even after she disappeared toward the market district after Leafrunner's ward. Lyla knew several things had to be explained, now.

She glided out of the tree and toward the temple, where hopefully, she would get some answers from her queen.

The dreadlord waited patiently by the graveyard next to the small town of Brill, which was not far from the Undercity. He perked slightly from his stance when the pounding of hooves reached his ears. He gazed at the woods long before Kolitira appeared, astride his deathcharger. The horse screamed its call into the dark woods, its eyes hollowed out by the blue fire that burned within them.

Koltira spat angrily, "What is it dreadlord? I'm on a tight leash with Sylvanas as it is! Why have you called for this meeting?"

The dreadlord smiled wickedly, his chuckle echoing eerily across the forest.

"Because, Deathweaver, We are ready to begin. We just need you to, fetch something."

AND THAT, is chapter 6 : hope you all liked it and ill try to post again next week

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Sela: YAH THXS!
SUMOR: GODDESS WHTCH OVER YOU!

Leafrunner: HEY! GET DONW FROM THERE!

Surmor: OH NO RUN OR WELL HAVE TO FEED THE SABERS

Sela: LATER EVERYONE!