Hello my awsome readers :D I have returned to give you a much longer chapter I got kinda crushed cuz I looked at the charts and I've lost readers! But I decided to keep going for you are still reading this! Btw a friend of mine from a forum started writing this due to an idea we had ^-^ please read and review this story cuz its awsome! s/8382449/1/The_Set ! Now! On to Sela! I also starts this later then I expected because yesterday was my birthday XD I love you all and especially the cookies I got this time :D They are both my favorites X3 Whoa were at ten chapters already :D YAY!

Sela gazed in horror into the blazing green eyes that watched her with deadly pleasure. As he stepped toward her, she let out a small whimper of fear, which only caused his wicked smile to grow. He watched with eerie excitement as the ace he had needed had finally fallen into his hand. He sneered at her.

"Look at you, you're the bloody abomination of that wretched bitch. You're a weak sniveling little brat, and yet, I believe it is safe to assume that a "rescue" party will come for you. But," a little flicker of hope had flashed through her aura. "They will never make it that far. They will be mercilessly slaughtered, all because of you, Selaerosona. You think of me the monster here, but, is that completely true?"

Varimathras's dark laughs echo around the cobble stones, bouncing back at Sela as if there more spectators, laughing at her as if she were a clown. Sela felt the guilt and terror wash over her. She curled her legs in toward a fetal position, shaking a silently begging for the voices to go away. Varimathras chuckled as he whipped around, and walked out of the Royal chamber. But just before he was out of earshot, a quiet sob echoed to his ear, causing him to smile in dark joy, as he continued out into his new kingdom.

Surmor's silver eyes cracked open, gazing out into a world that surrounded her with dim light and cobble stones. An odd, sewer like smell hit her nose, which she crinkled in protest. Her ears pricked as she looked over to find Sela in a ball, a small crying sound coming from her. Surmor frowned, she didn't want her best friend upset, not when they needed to be strong. Sitting up, she sighed as she let herself fall in to cat form, becoming the mint-furred cub again. She padded quietly over to Sela's side and rubbed her cheek against Sela's. The little high elf's cries stopped instantly as she gazed up, only to peer into a pair of silver cat eyes. Surmor's voice rumbled out with a playful scolding edge to it.

"Is this how the next great Silver Covent Ranger-General acts?"

Selaerosona smiles a bit.

"At least she woke up before the next amazing Arch-Druid."

Surmor smiles and gazes around them. Her eyes trying to detect anything familiar that would indicate either where they are, or which fraction's territory they're on. Surmor growls in aggravation. Sela pets her shoulders, her eyes worried.

"Hey, Surmor…do think anyone's looking for us?"

Surmor whips her head back to her friend, and chuckles dryly.

"Trust me, once my mother knows I'm missing, no demon will be safe until I'm back."

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Veereesa watched as Tyrande wrote dozens of letters to her Sentinel generals, telling them exactly what was happening and what the Alliance planned on doing. The Silver Covent General herself had brought several of her finest rangers, un able to bring more due to arising a conflict between her rangers and the Horde. Veereesa shook her head as she watched the quill screech in protest upon the parchment. She walked out of the room, unable to bear the sound anymore, and wandered through the courtyard. She noticed the young prince of Stormwind studying in the library as she walked passed its open door. Walking into the garden area of the courtyard, she sighed and let herself fall back into old memories, a sort of relief system she had recently become addicted to. She leaned against a large tree, a small smile crossing her lips as the scene of a ballroom surrounds her.

Alleria giggled as her observant blue eyes captured a most rare scene indeed. Veereesa tried to comprehend what her eldest sister found to be amusing, until her eyes fell upon Sylvanas in her lovely blue dress that both Veereesa and Alleria had forced her into, as they dragged her along for the annual Royal Silvermoon Ball. The young Ranger-General stood in rigid shock as the very Prince of Silvermoon, Kael'thas Sunstrider, bowed before her, holding out his hand in a gesture to dance. Both of Sylvanas's sisters were giggling like school girls as they watched their sister take his hand hesitantly. And for the rest of the night, the pair danced only with each other. As the ball ended and Alleria and Veereesa caught up with Sylvanas, they noticed her smiling gently, and a small blush building at her cheeks. Alleria smiled at her younger sister.

"Have a nice time?"

Sylvanas smiled a bit and seemed half dazed, as she nodded.

"I did, actually….thanks for making me come…."

Little Veereesa smiled at her sisters, as they all walked out the grand doors of the ballroom and into the starry night. She smiled at the stars as they walked home, thinking how life couldn't possibly get better.

Opening her eyes, Veereesa frowned as she looked at her feet, silently cursing the Scourge for everything. A sudden hand appears on her shoulder and she whips her head up to find Jaina Proudmoore smiling gently at her.

"Don't worry, we'll get Selaerosona back home, safe and sound."

Veereesa nodded her head and looked past the mage toward the throne room, where she could catch glimpses of Varian speaking to various generals, readying them for this battle. Veereesa sighed, feeling as everything was falling apart now days.

"When do we leave?"

Jaina's smile faded, a blank expression replacing it, as her hand slid off the elf's shoulder. She turned her head toward the throne room as well. Her voice cold and hardened with distrust, she mutters out.

"We leave at dawn."

Veereesa nodded and began to walk off, but Jaina lightly grabs her shoulder. Her eyes bore into Veereesa.

"Veereesa, you and I have been friends for years…but I have to know something that I have never pushed for you to tell me before. But I need to know now. Please, Veereesa, what could the Horde, much less the Forsaken, want with a little girl like Selaerosona? Please, tell me!"

Veereesa gazed back at her with her blue eyes that were filled with years of countless pain.

" Do you know who the leader of the Forsaken is?"

Jaina, confused, nodded her head, but her voice filled with her confusion.

"Yes, but I don't understand how a little girl can be that important to the Banshee Que-"

" My niece, Selaerosona, is the only daughter of Sylvanas Windrunner."

And with that, Veereesa whips off to her room, unable to bear the shocked look of Jaina Proudmoore, as the mage is frozen in place as understanding washes over her. The only sound that disrupts the peaceful court yard is a large bang as a bedroom door is slammed shut.

Did ya like it :D I hope you did _ And I hope I see your all's amazing and inspiring comments. Only reason I keep writing this is because of you guys! Sorry I have been in a writer's block, but Rping on forums has helped me a lot :D Make sure to check out my friend's story about the Set. The original idea for Zaira came from the Rp where she was Sela's future daughter :D Anyway, I'lll try to update again real soon, I have to start back to school next week, but Ill get it out, one way or another :D Love ya all and please, read and review with more awsome comments! Now for those cookies…where are they? *looks around and sees Sela and Surmor eating them* WTH

Sela: We got hungry and we smelt them…..

Surmor: *eats five cookies* Got milk?

Priscilla: -_- Did you save me one?

Sela: *hands her a cookie* Course we did!

Priscilla: Yay! *eats cookie* nom nom nom…

Thxs for the cookies Sparkie :D