Hey guys, hope you're ready for the next chapter! My Microsoft's STILL not working so I have to transfer my work from my non online pc to my sis's laptop. And I've been sort of busy with school just getting out for the summer XD but, without further wait, lets continue with a banshee queen and princess' story. Also please read review, and if you want a certain way Kal should meet Sela, please comment ideas, I just like to see what people would want :3 Also, I'm super happy with your past comments :D and eternalenery is getting me a cookie ^^ and Big Pierce your comments are awsome thank you :D And thanks to my sis Surmor :D you rock sis!
Varimathras flew through the corridors that opened to reveal the un-beating heart of the Undercity, readying himself into the act he was to play. As he burst into the inner sanctum of the Forsaken, crimson eyes caught his presences within a heartbeat. It was though they could read into the demon soul and see the urgent news that would set his plan into motion.
Her blood irises gave birth to curiosity, though her lips stayed in their tight formation upon her mouth. Her words did not portray her true feelings either, as they rang throughout the Royal Chamber, edged with a banshee's voice tones.
"Varimathras, what news do you bring with such haste?"
Kneeling before his lady, the dreadlord's words were chosen carefully, as he had planned them for so long.
"My lady, news has come from the Warchief himself.." Sylvanas' eyes twitched with inpatients, her mouth tightening with tension into a sharp line.
The dreadlord's glowing eyes gazed into orbs of illuminating blood.
"My Queen, we have broken through the lines to the Wrath Gate in Northrend."
Sheer silence fell upon the Undercity, only to be broken by a scream of victory. The Banshee Queen's triumphant cry rang throughout the city, stirring the citizens within range of her call.
"Varimathras, that is the best news that I have heard all day."
Lifting her hand to her chin in a quick thought, Sylvanas' plan was announced.
"Dreadlord, I leave for Northrend with my forces within morning. You are to stay here and guard our beloved city, left with a team of guards and apothecaries as your dispersal; this is your just reward for your work." A wicked smile covered the lady's face, chilling the room with its cold vibe.
Bowing his head, the dreadlord humbly accepted this reward.
"Why, my lady, I will do my best to make sure no harm comes of your city during your absences."
"Leave me now, I have much to attend to and ponder upon."
Rising to full height, the dreadlord turned to leave his 'mistress' to her thoughts. But her voice raked through the room once more.
"I am glad to see where your loyalties lie, Varimathras."
His back to Sylvanas, and his jaw clenched, he replied in a monotone vocal tone.
"So am I, my lady."
Kolitira Deathweaver flew across the dark waters of the Black Sea that connected Ashenvale to the Night Eleven home tree island. The sharp taste of salt flew at him from the crashing sea below. As the great tree came into view, he gained altitude fast, rising above Ruth'ran Village, and weaved his mount between the endless forest of branches. Finally reaching his point of assault, the death knight eagle eyed every nook and cranny of the Darrnaus Market District. All too soon, a flash of long, light blonde hair flowed behind a small girl, who's smiled radiated with determination. The death knight smiled lethally, and silently, followed the girl from above, as she, a druid cub, and a tiger cub, raced out of the tranquil protection of the capitol.
"Are you sure about this, Surmor?"
Sela's friend gazed back with an impish gleam to her cat eyes, nodding her furry head.
"'Course Sela, I've been with Lyla to the lake, like, a bazillion times. And we're not that far from the city anyways."
Even with her friend's encouragement, Selaersona couldn't shake the overbearing she had. It wasn't the same as when she had sensed Ysera following her, this was more intent, cold. More like….
Hunted.
"You coming or not?"
Surmor and Zahara stood on the ridge that led to lake, gazing at Sela with impertinence. Sela looked at her friend, letting her fear show.
"Surmor, we shouldn't be here."
"You're correct Selaersona. You shouldn't be here."
Sliding out from the bushes, the tall, and strong figure of Lyla Leafrunner came into view of the two girls, who exchanged twin looks of dread. Zahara crouched in the bushes, trying to hide herself from the reprimanding.
"You two," fumed Lyla, " Are to return to Darrnass, and never to leave it without someone knowing where you are, AND that an adult is with you! Do you know what's out here? Raging Furblogs, enraged animals, poisonous spiders! And I bet you two didn't even know the lakes was off limits due to the fact that sproutlings have tumors that can kill a small child such as you two!"
Bowing their heads, the two trouble makers both tried to create a story that would save them from feeding old Grimfang. As Sela peeked her head up to look at Lyla, who now was towering over them, she saw the dark shadow hovering near the upper branches of the tree across from them.
"Lyla, what's that?"
"Don't try and change the subject!"
"No really…" The dark shape began a steep dive, heading at them.
"LYLA!"
Lyla whipped around, notching a arrow in her bow as she turned with graceful speed, she took aim at the form, and released her arrow from its bounds. It struck dead onto the target, yet it still came. The bone griffin landed and it's rider slid off its bone back. He turned his hooded face to Leafrunner, chuckling darkly.
"So. Lyla Leafrunner, one of the former Warden Maui's rangers. Also the woman who shot my heart, but not with her arrows."
Lyla's silver irises grew large, as many untold memories flowed them. As he threw off his hood, her voice trembled out his name.
"Kolitira.."
His electric blue fire eyes glowed with disgust, as if her lovely form sickened him.
"…Deathweaver" correcting her, his voice as cold as his blade.
Shaking her head, Lyla's voice came out stronger, more roughened.
"I know you're not her for old flames, Kolitira. So, tell me, what businesses have you here?"
His eyes never wavering from hers, he blankly said,
"I'm here to pick up a little something for someone."
"And what could possibly interest you here,…death knight?"
She spat the words, as if she hated herself for saying them.
He said nothing, but his cold gazed shifted from the ranger to the frightened eyes of Selaerosona, recognizing the man that had been in Daralan one month ago. Lyla's eyes followed his gaze, then snapped back to him, realizing that her newest charge was in danger.
"Never." She hissed venomously.
"Orders are orders, Lyla." He remarked coyly.
Within a flash, Lyla rushed at him, drawing her blade and threw a powerful blow at his eyes. But, with synchronized speed, he drew his own blade and matched her blow, causing the ring of medal to echo through the woods. Each blow she made he matched, as did his to hers. Soon, Lyla's body heaved exhaustion, but the undead before no longer knew the feeling. Slashing at her arms, legs, he ended the fray by shooting past her and swinging the bunt of his blade into her head, rendering her half conscious.
As both Surmor and Sela ran, his death grip dragged them back. Looking at both, he smiled darkly.
"Looks like my fishing was good today. I think I'll take both of 'em."
A trembling hand rose from Lyla's battered body, it formed a pleading gesture.
"Please, Kolitira, my love. Please don't do this."
Kolitiria's cold eyes flickered many emotions, gazing down at her with hidden sadness. For ages he looked at her, in the same beautiful forest where they met. Memories overflowed him, causing the death knight to lower his head in thought. He gazed around the clearing, realizing that he stood where he had many things with the young Lyla here. He met her here, proclaimed his love for her here, stayed here under the trees and stars with her, and asked her to wed him here after the war. He opened his eyed from the bittersweet memories of her.
"I will let you live due to what we had in life together." his monotone voice not betraying the depths of his sadness. He mounted his steed with both young eleven girls screaming and crying for help.
But Lyla's wounds and grief of betrayal, tied her to where she lay. Only her eyes moving to watch her love fly off with her charges, to Elune knows where. Just before he was out of sight, he looked back, but he didn't see the bloody, grief torn Lyla Leafrunner. He saw Lyla Leafrunner running to keep him in view as he flew off to war, cheer at him and wishing him luck. And finally telling him how much she loved him.
Lyla, too, saw not the death knight. But the brave paladin, Kolitiria Lightbane, flying away on his tan and white hippogriff, smiling as he shouted his love for her.
But, the death knight turned away as he lost sight of her through the leaves.
And his thoughts returned to the dreadlord's plans.
Lyla stood slowly, shaking at the effort, and as fast as possible, started towards her priestess's position. To tell her of her daughter and Selaerosona. And that the undead are at work once more.
And that's chapter 7 :D I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE! My aunt had emergency gallbladder surgery and I had to go stay with my 97 year old great grandparents! And I wasn't near a computer for a WEEK! So I just wrote this as soon as I got home this morning at 7 am :D so hope you all are still out there waiting for this chapter :D Love your comments so please read and review X3 laters! Oh, btw don't ask why I did this coupling, it just seemed good for the moment and for later in the story :3