Whoa, chapter 12 already?! I dont wanna end it here D: Sooooo i wont :3 teehee. Okay im gonna make myself work on this chapter for at least 2 days :D That way you guys will have a GOOD chapter to look forward too :) Remember read and review please ^-^ Oh! Btw! Thank you everyone for awsome reviews as always! All advice is much apperciated ^-^ btw, remember how sela had imagenary adventures with Sylvanas? :3 oh and all my reviewers may start having roles in the story :) to show my apperciation for your support through the series ^-^

Selaerosona's sky eyes open slowly to the dimmly lit cobblestone around she shakes from the effort to sit up somewhat properly, her hand slids into a warm and furry figure, causing her to gasp before whipping her head to identify the master of the fur. A quiet sigh of pure relief rushes out from between her small pink lips as her gaze falls upon the sleeping form of her night elven friend Surmor.

Without thinking, Sela's small hand runs through her druid friend's mint colored fur that was as soft as the grass in Tressidal, and the sound of Surmor's peaceful breathing calms Sela slightly as she gazes around the large room know as the "Royal Chamber". She inhaled deeply through her nose, as her mind drifted to recent memories of the guards speaking of someone known as the "Dark Lady". To Sela, the name seemed like an alias she would have chosen for herself, had she been in a covert operation. Selaerosona giggled as she imagened her Sylvanas to be called the Dark Lady to strike fear into her enemies.

A voice flowed like music to Selaerosona's ears, and caused the young elf to smile brightly.

"What's so funny Selaerosona?"

Speak of the devil.

Sela turns her head to the slim figure of the huntress clad in blue armor with gold embrodery, sitting on stone perch with one leg hanging off it while the other is next to her slim body so her elegant face can lean on it. Beautiful blonde cascades around her in lovely, water like waves as her high-born blue eyes watch the younger elf with a sly, coy smile playing at her lips. Sela's smile brightens at the sight of the ranger.

"What brings you here to this city, Sylvanas?"

Sylvanas chuckles as she flashes her eyes, and her excited smile widens.

"I was wondering around Daralan, trying to find out where you have been for the last month, when I hear an uproar about you being kiddnapped! Knowing that none of these poor fools know how to conduct a proper rescue, I took matters into my own, and very capable hands, to set out and find you. I even took up the alias of the "Dark Lady" as my codename!"

Sela giggled at her imagined friend, Sylvanas's frank and rather boastful nature seemed to always rise the little highborne's spirits.

"So, now that you found me what will you do?"

Sylvanas face twist into a boasting grin that makes her eyes gleam with confidence. She instantly replies to Sela without a second thought.

"I will get you out of here of course!"

Sela's own wicked grin grows as shestruggles to hold back laughter.

"And how, do you plan on doing that exactly, Dark Lady?"

Selaerosona broke into a fit of laughter as Sylvanas's face slowly fell from a confident look to one of oh-shit-didn't-think-that-far.

Abruptly, Sylvanas leaps gracfuly down from her perch and begins pacing on the rise as Sela watches her with amusement glinting in her eyes. The ranger paced back and forth mutteringto herself and her right hand on her chin in deep contemplation.

"Maybe we could...no no...OR maybe...no...demons dont eat...do they?...They may eat blood or something...ACK FOCUS SYL!...Maybe if we hid in boxes...no too risky...hm..."

Sela giggled as she watched her imagenary hero pass back and forth in front of her. Even though the pretend ranger helped ease the fear, Sela couldn't help but wonder fearfully, about what exactly is going on outside this cobblestone chamber in the city far beneath the earth.

OOOOOOooooSPARKIEooooooOOOOOOOO

A forsaken warhorse's hooves clap through the mud in the forest of Tristifal, as his rider sits contemplating on his back. His tattered red blakent blows around his bony figure as he continues walking through the early morning drizzly.

Sylvanas's crimson eyes glow in fury through the rain, lost in the dark imagening of the various was to deal with the dreadlord who had betrayed her. Her lips pulled back into a scowl as she remembers how she had left him in her city, to protect her citizens. Sylvanas shook her head, trying to clear it of the agony she felt as her conciseness screamed at her the one word she always had lingering over her.

Failure.

She had failed to protect Quel'Thalas that night that seemed so long ago. She had failed to protect her family. She had failed to protect her little one. And now...she had failed her citizens, to protect the Undercity, and she felt as if she had failed her baby again.

The former-ranger had not noticed her steed had stopped in the quiet center of the dark forest, for tears of agony began to roll down her face and her chest begins to painfuly tighten. She slowly lowered her head onto the steed's bony withers and sob. Her chest heaved as the sounds coursed through her, ripping their way into the cold rainy day.

After what seemed two lifetimes, Sylvanas rose her tear-streaked face up to gaze upward into the falling rain. Closing her eyes, she allowed it to soak her face and wash away the misery from her features. But the pain inside would never go away.

Not until all the ones who caused her to fail had been dealt with.

Crack!

Being ripped from her thoughts by the sudden sound, Sylvanas snarled and whipped her head around to face a young female blood elf.

Her pale skin made her face glow in the rain, and her long light chesnut hair was held back in a high ponytail. Her bright green irises were wide in fear as she tried to calm her firey forsaken warhorse that was clad in orchure armor.

Sylvanas's voice was cold as she barked at the young elf.

"What is it, elf?"

The blood elf had finally gotten her mount a bit calm as she quickly replied to the Banshee Queen, though her voice shook a bit.

"T-the Warchief requested that you see him once you return to the camp. He s-said that it was mildly urgent..."

Sylvanas rose and eyebrow at "mildly urgent", but shook it off.

"Thank you for relying the message...what is your name, again?"

The blood elf blinked excitedly that the queen of the Forsaken had just asked for her name.

"Sparkie, your majesty! My name is Sparkie Sunstrike!"

Sylvanas nodded her head as she turned her mount back in the direction of the camp.

"Thank you for relying the message, Sparkie. You have been most helpful."

And with that, the banshee clucked her mount into a swift gallop, disappearing into the ebony shadows of the forest as the Sparkie watched her in admiration.

OOOOOooooooBIGPIERCEooooooOO OOO

Veereesa and Tryande trotted near the front of the decent-sized army as they marched toward the Undercity. The hilly lands of Hillsbrad foothills stretched out around them in its vast beauty. Veereesa sighed as her legs began to ache from riding for so long, but she bit her tongue. They couldn't stop now, not when they were hours away from their destination.

A light hand on her shoulder caused Veereesa to turn her head, bringing her face-to-face with

a young Palidan, with raven black hair that was pulledback into a short ponytail and slightly tan skin that waswell muscled, and his toned body clad in the traditional Stormwind colored plate armor with matching Talbrad. He smiled a reassuring smile while his green eyes glowed with worry.

"Im sure we'll be there by nightfall."

As he spoke, Veereesa noticed that her legs began to ache less, and her blue eyes flick to his hand on her shoulder. It glowed slightly with the Light as the palidan healed her weary body.

Smiling gratefully at him with renewed strength, she rolled her shoulders for the sheer relaxing feeling. Seeing his task was done, the palidan took his hand away while smiling proudly at his work.

"A druid or priest can give you better care once we arrive so that you may be refreshed before the battle...By the way, my name is Pierce Bigton, it is a pleasure to meet the younger sister of one of the saviours who traveled through the Dark Portal long ago."

The words made Veereesa smile. Not becuase of him being glad to have met her, but to be reminded that there was a time when both her sisters were alive ad with her.

Her throat tightened as memories threatened to consume her in the past, and lock her away there. What a cruel deal it was, for Veereesa wished for nothing more then to flee to the past and jump into the embrace of her sisters' arms. She tightened her grip on the reins of her steed as she reminded herself that she couldn't do that, not when so many needed her now, Rhionin, her sons, Selaerosona...shaking her head, looked away from Pierce and gazed upon the gothic towers next to the road that led into Silverpine forest. Her gaze harded as she caught the first glimpse of dark woods beyond the watch towers.

Pierce's gaze became grim as he to saw Silverpine beyond them,his tone became harsher as well.

"We're almost upon them..."

Veereesa nods grimly.

"Aye. The horns of battle willl sound by dawn."

The palidan nods with a dark look on his face as a voice to the right of Veereesa hisses in fury.

"The Forsaken shall burn for taking my child. I shall personally light the fire to their prye."

Tryande's silver eyes were narrowed to slits as she continued to face into the dark depths of the pine trees. It almost suprised the Ranger that the Priestess's gaze didn't cause the shadowy forest to burst into flames, with the heat that radiated in hatred from Tryande's moonlight irises. Though, her feelings were the same. Clucking her steed to continue on, she hissed out to her friend.

"And I'll be there to help you gather the wood for the burning."

And with her words spoken, the Ranger-General of the Silver Covent trotted on down the stone path that would lead her to the city that held much more then just her niece.

OOOOooooOOOOooooooOOOOoooo

Sela giggled as Sylvanas continued her planning, once mentioning dressing up the two captives as young succubises, which only earned her a fit of laughter from Sela.

As Sylvanas was trying to think of a way to aquire a cow so that she could tie Sela and Surmor to the belly of it, a very unwelcome dreadlord appeared, a dark smile upon his lips as he walked from the shadows at the entrance to the large chamber

. Sela's eyes widened in horror as her blue irises quickly glanced at Surmor's resting form that was on the other side of the rise. Sylvanas's blue eyes glowed with fury as the dreadlord smirked at Selaerosona's terror, as he slowly walked toward Surmor's peaceful form that was beginning to gain conciuessness he loweredhis face to look into her face as she slowly awakened into the dim room.

OOOOooooooOOOOOooooooOOO

Grumbling unintelligently, Surmor slowly cracked open one of her silver eyes, her gaze instantl drawn to the green fel eyes of Varimathras. Her scream of terror echoed eerily around the large circular room as she jumped away from him, but she felt a sudden force holding her arm, causing her to get a minor whiplash. Her breathing accelertated as her eyes wildly shot around, trying to understand what was happening. The dreadlord tightened his grip upon her arm as his free hand reached for her other arm. His cold smile pierced a blade of cold fear into Surmor as he lifted her off the ground.

"I believe it's time to set the pawns in place for the game."

His dark chuckle rang in both elven girls' ears, causing them to tremble as the Dreadlord began to walk away, with Surmor still in his hands. Though she couldn't see around the massive frame of the demon, Surmor could hear Sela's cries of fear and begging for them to bring her friend back. Tears of fear streamed from Surmor's eye as a sudden cry of pain echos around the room. Varimathras's lips twitch in annoyance.

"You and your friend must be kept apart Selaerosona, do not try and interfere with my rules, or you will recieve a "penalty". Understood? Good girl."

Surmor listened to her friend's whimpers and sobs until they faded into silence the further away they took her from the chamber. They brought her to a room that had abomonation parts hanging from the ceilings and a side room filled with cages. Cages large enough to fit a grown night elf. Surmor's nose wrinkled at the foul smell that came off the various test tubes and chemisrty tools, and various scrolls and papers covered the desks, written in a language foreign to the young druid, though she guessed them to be Forsaken. A sudden jerk on her arm, with force that almost ripped it from it's socket, caused Surmor to snap out of her observations with a cry pain, as the dreadlord dragged her to one of the smaller cages near the back of the smaller room. He slammed the door shut behind her as she cowered on the cold iron floor of her miniature prison. He smiled with malice at her as her moon eyes widened at him, her pale face puffy with fresh tears.

"Keeping you and the highborne seperated, will keep them seperated. I want her blood to stain this cobblestone, no matter what the cost. You pathetic mortals WILL pay for what you've done. No one can stop me this time."

Surmor shivered at his terrorfiying words and scooted as far as she could to the backside of the cage, whimpering and shutting her eyes tightly, as her long sensitive ears listened to the eerily quiet footsteps of the dreadlord leaving her in the cage filled room. She quivered from the death-chill that hung in the air around her, as she silently prayed to her beloved goddess, as she slowly drifted off.

"Elune...grant us strength..."

ANDDD THAT IS CHAPTER 12! I hope you all enjoyed it :) I started seriously working on it cuz one of my favorite reviewers said she was feeling down D: So i could have that so i put her in the story to make her feel better :3 Hope you liked it Sparkie! And the reason i havent updated sooner is because ap is kicking my butt o.o im so tired that ive been gettting sick so freaking easily! So i started this when i saw how you guys were asking for it and did it while i was sick and worked 3 days on it :D I hope you all like this chapter. Sorry that it wasnt the battle but i needed to set some things in place for the battle :3 SO ANYWAYZ love you all, and your reviews are all LOVED AND VIEWED! Actually,i reread through them dayily, they give me strength to face alot of my days that seem like i can almost not get through them ::D So please, my beloved readers, read and review, and hopefully love it :) ill try to update at least every two weeks now :D unless sparkie needs a chapter then ill force time to make it :) Well until next time!