Hellooooooooooooooooooooooo! o.o It has been so long. I am so SORRY D: I missed you all and your comments! I started doing swim team and the end of the semester creeped up on me o.o But have no fear! The long awaited chapter has come :3 or has it? You'll just have to read to find out :3 Remember to read, and review :D
Two single words floated through the small high elf's mind.
Déjà vu.
Her small sky eyes gazed around her surroundings, taking in the underground city before her. The Cobble stones beneath her small feet made every sound upon them intensify; become the echo of disturbance within the quiet city. She longed to feel the stone walls to test their textures. Her young hands where growing pained from the binding spell upon her little wrists. Her captor, Varimathras, as the Death Knight had called him, gazed at her with his fel-green eyes and chuckled. His deadly voice rang out in to stone walls with such pure venom, that Sela was surprised it didn't melt the ancient wall.
"She'll come for you and I shall kill her to avenge my brother. And if she manages to kill me I'll take you with me." His deadly laugh chilled the world around Sela, though she couldn't quite understand who, "She", was. As her body began to quake with terror, a sudden battle cry of what could only be an orc, rang faintly nearby. And suddenly, Selaerosona wasn't the only thing shaking as the very ground above roared with sounds of war, rumbling and shaking with every cannon blast, and battle cry.
But this, did not worry the Varimathras.
The dreadlord was smirking with vile triumph.
"THE UNDERCITY IS MINE! YOUR ATTEMPTS ARE FUTILIE"
He roared in a multi-toned voice, addressing an unseen audience. Apart from the song of war playing out violently above, she picked up the faintest sound, a sound she had been slightly waiting for. Though she couldn't be sure, it sounded like the fast and elegant footsteps; the footsteps of most defiantly a High elf. And the thick, heavy thumps of undoubtedly an orc's heavy footfalls. She gazed curiously at the dreadlord's back, wondering if he had already sensed how close the intruders upon his kingdom were.
Varimathras suddenly scowled. He had indeed taken a notice of this. He bellowed out to an unseen army, his voice, full of anger and hate, had an un-maskable taint of terror
"Bring down the halls! NOW!"
The very ground beneath them shook violently, and the sounds of boulders crashing onto the cobblestone halls nearby echoed loudly around the room.
But, much to the Dreadlord's horror and the high elf's pleasure, the orc's booming voice, much closer than before, came.
"COWARD! You think to stop the Warchief of the Horde with pebbles? I will show you the true power of the elements! Great spirit of the earth, help us in our hour of need! "
A loud rumbling follows the orc's call, but the shaking was not as violent as before and the footsteps continue echoing down the halls, getting closer and closer to their position.
"LET'S GO! QUICKLY!"
. Selaerosona's gaze locked onto the door, as a smirk crossed her face, waiting for the figure she knew would appear as she had in her dream, her eyes not hinting any fear but instead it was replaced with hungering excitement.
For Selaerosona, her life was no longer a concern to her at the moment.
Figuring out who the dark cloaked Ranger with crimson eyes from her dream was worth everything.
The vile demon spoke to her, laughing at the what he believed were thoughts of her savior.
" Selareosona, no one is coming to save you. Not your aunt, your uncle, no one. This battle will end with my victory. And this day will be drenched in your blood."
Sela screamed in both surprise and terror as he approached her, yanking her off ground in a forceful manner.
He pulled her to his face and whispered into her face.
"For my brother, that she killed, your death and her's will suffice his vengeance." He readied his dark magic at her heart muttering in his cold, monotone voice,
"Same death as him".
Selaerosona shut her eyes tightly, her lips letting a small, final whimper of fear pass between them as she waited for the dark spell to coarse through her body and still her small heart.
But, fate had other plans for this small girl.
"What is this?"
OOOOOooooOOOOOoooooOOOOO
Outside the gates of the Undercity, three leaders of the orcs, the undead, and trolls, stood waiting. The mounts they rode, each a different life form, prepared themselves for the same charge they would face.
Green eyes sparked with admiration toward each of the leaders, as the young Mage, Sparkie Sunstrike, walked up mounted upon her own Ochre Warhorse. Even as she was at least twenty feet from her, Sparkie could feel the rage coming off the Banshee Queen in waves as large and terrifying as a hurricane's. And though she could not see them, she was sure Sylvanas's eyes were narrowed with malice and hatred glowing from the crimson depths. The horse beneath her pranced uneasily as they came closer to the leaders, and Sparkie gave enormous effort not to quiver as she approached the Warcheif himself, who sat astride his large wolf that looked as if he had been sired by the essence of snow. As if the great shaman had sensed her, Thrall's large green head turned in her direction to fix one of his blue eyes upon her. Sparkie was slightly baffled at their calmness, but at the same time it calmed her trembling nerves as she trotted up to his side.
"I-I am ready Warchief."
Sylvanas eyes flashed with cold excitement as the Warchief grimly nodded and let out a roar. All the warriors who stood behind him rushed forward as their blades met bared fangs and vicious spells of Varimarthras's own army. Sparkie's eyes widen at the onslaught, fearful for all those who she had fought side by side with.
Beside her, Thrall brought his large, gloved hands to mouth and suddenly, his loud, encouraging voice sounded over the clashing of axes and the roars of war.
"HEROES OF THE HORDE, YOUR WARCHIEF CALLS!
Gather behind me at the gates of the Undercity! Soon we march upon our fallen city and reclaim it - FOR THE HORDE!"
With that, the second line of Sin'dorie archers and rangers rush forward to aid the battling orcs and trolls.
"Blood and thunder, champions of the Horde! We fight on this day for our fallen brothers and sisters! Mourn them not for they all died with honor in their hearts!
Though we face great conflict, our might combined shall obliterate those who would oppose us! The grave injustices committed against the Horde will be met by an unstoppable force of reckoning!"
Sparkie took one last look at the battlefield, the half-dead grass of Lordearon was splattered with the blood of the fallen soilders on both sides. Several priests and druids were rushing bodies off the battlefield to be healed.
The young mage's eyes filled with horror as she watched a curse hit an elf. His back arched as the curse shot through his body shifter then an arrow and caused him to seize in agonizing pain. He crumbled to the ground, his green eyes already fading. With one final, wild attempt, he gazed around until his eyes locked onto hers, and he made a pitiful attempt to reach for her.
But his arm slowly dropped, as death clouded his vision, and his last, agonizing breath, haggardly ripped its way out of his chest, as his body stilled for eternity.
Sparkie ripped her horrified gaze away only to look into the crimson eyes of one of the Horde's most fierce leaders.
Yet….
Within the crimson storms of Sylvanas's undead eyes, was that compassion she saw in the former Ranger-General's eyes?
But before the mage could search deeper into the Banshee's eyes, her attention was snapped back to Thrall as his large, commanding voice bellowed out once more.
"I call to you great spirits! Grant the Horde your blessing! For on this day our cause is righteous and just!
Spirits of wind, carry to Saurfang the Younger the song of war! May ALL of our fallen brethren be vindicated by this battle!"
Images of Saurfang at the Wrath Gate as she fought beside him and the fresh memory of the dying blood elf, filled Sparkie's mind, and she bowed her head in sorrow and respect for those lost. But she quickly shook it off as Thrall called out once more.
"The battle for the Undercity begins now! Sound the horns of war! Champions of the Horde, be empowered by the might of your Warchief!"
And within that moment, the young mage made an oath. She swore to destroy the one who had caused all this bloodshed of the innocence. To cast the spell that ended the pathetic being who believed he was a "king".
Sparkie gripped the reins of her steed and rammed her heels into it's boney stomach, causing it to rear in susprise before charging forward to follow Thrall as he lead the charge into battle.
Sparkie smirked as she cried out a battle cry.
"Onwards. Onwards to the death of Varimathras! Onwards, to the Battle of the Undercity!"
OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooOOO OOOOOOO
Sylvanas was at the Warchief's heels as they rushed towards the entrance to the ruins, the smell of blight becoming more and more overwhelming which each stride. She ground her teeth together in anger.
That dreadlord would pay for concocting plagues within her city.
As Thrall halted before the edges of the green mists that would without a doubt, kill any who pass through it. She watched with slight curiosity as the Warchief raised one of his large, muscled green arms and called out for assistance from the elements.
"Great wind brother, clear our path!"
Blinking in petite surprise, Sylvanas watched as large gusts of wind answered the Shaman's call and cleared away the blight mists. She smirked darkly as she wasted no time in walking on through to the courtyards of the once great Lordearon.
But as the Banshee Queen turned the final corner that exited into the courtyard, she started as fel-green eyes observed her entrance from where he leaned against the large ruins that was once the centerpiece statue if the courtyard.
A cold smirk of triumph was plastered upon Varimathras's wicked face. Sylvanas griped her bow so tightly in anger, that' the large weapon could be in danger of snapping. Her own dark lips pulled into a bone chilling scowl as she snarled.
"Varimathras."
Thrall walked past her, gripping his axe tightly as he growled at the dreadlord.
"You must answer to the elements, demon!"
The smile upon the Dreadlord grew as he stood to his full height and snapped out his enormous bat-like wings. And when he spoke in a coy voice, the sound seemed to come from every at once.
"Did you enjoy my minion's terrible creation? Potent, is it not?
But enough prattling! You wish to reclaim your city? Come then, heroes! Your souls will fuel the host! You will have this place back in pieces!"
Brave words, thought Sylvanas, but look at the coward run.
Before her, the dreadlord had summoned forth a dark portal that she had seen him use for teleporting.
Varimarthras turned to walk into the large dark hole, when he suddenly stopped, as if remembering something.
"Oh, Sylvanas, I suggest you hurry. I have a gift for you that could very easily…expire, if you do not come in time."
He walked through the portal without staying to gaze upon the Dark Lady's baffled expression.
It was if a goblin bomb had gone off in her mind and jumbled all of Sylvanas's thoughts. She glared at the ground and further tighten her grip on her bow as the confusion almost knocked her off her feet.
What could that traitorous demon be speaking of?
What could he possibly have that she would…
Sylvanas's eyes widen at the ground in horror, and everything around her seems farther than Outlands. Even Thrall's calling of the giant wave that washed away more of the corrupted mists bloating their path seemed as if they were another lifetime away.
Veereesa.
The single surviving piece that still connected Sylvanas's heart to the world of the living.
The world around Sylvanas started to spin, though she was certain her feet were planted to the ground firmly. She shook her head, trying to regain some sort of grasp as to what was going on.
"ATTACK!"
Thrall's cry rang in the Ranger's ear, causing her to become fully aware of her surroundings once more. Her gaze fell upon the mob of abominations that were rushing toward the group, their open stomachs allowing disgusting acids and smells to slosh from them. As they bore down upon the group, Thrall let out a roar and rushed forth, parrying a blow with one of the abomination's axes with his own hammer. The young mage, Sparkie's, eyes glowed in green rage as she began to rain a shower of arcane missiles upon one of the monstrosities, as the orc warriors began to assist their Warchief.
Sylvanas blink at the sickening form of nostalgia the scene brought to her mind.
The courtyard of the ruined Lordaeron disappeared, as did the yelling orcs and cursing trolls, and was replaced by the beautiful red, gold, and orange leaves that were dying as the Scourage ravaged the land.. Instead of dead grass beneath her feet, Sylvanas looked down to gaze upon the soft green grass that grew within her homeland, only now it was splattered with blood. Instead her body being one of the damned, she was once again alive. Tears brimmed her eyes as she felt her blood spilling from her abdomen again, and she once again foolishly tried to cover it.
Sylvanas blinked once and everything was silent.
Here she stood, fighting to reclaim her home once more.
Here she stood, wondering if her youngest sister was still alive.
Here she stood, facing the dead once more.
Determined rage filled the crimson orbs that gave the Dark Lady sight.
No.
She would not fail again.
Looking upon the battlefield with renewed energy and rage, Sylvanas saw the flesh giant that Thrall and the warriors were focusing on. Whipping her bow up, she grabbed an arrow in her quiver and quickly notched it to the string, releasing it with a shadow spell placed upon it. The moment her fingers released the first arrow they flew for the next one in her quiver.
As the Dark Lady began her assault upon Blight Aberration, her dark lips moved to the words of a song she had sung before her death. The words sailed across the battle field, giving power to the warriors hearts as they fought on.
By the light, by the light of the sun
Children of the blood
Our enemies are breaking through
Children of the blood
By the light
Failing children of the blood
They are breaking through
The large meat abomination roared as it's small mind began to process it was losing.
O' children of the blood
By the light of the sun
Failing children of the blood
They are breaking through
O' children of the blood
By the light of the sun
The sun
The Blight Aberration gave one final bellowing cry of agony before falling to the ground with a rather large squish. Sylvanas's face wrinkled into a cold, disgusted scowl, and she turned her back upon the monster and began heading toward the entrance to her city. Thrall followed after her, calling to his warriors.
"The courtyard is ours! Onward to the inner sanctum!"
As the group traveled deeper into the palace area, passing the empty throne the coffin of King Ternas, they came upon one of the elevators that are one of the primary entrances to the city below.
A look of disbelief crosses Thrall's face as he gazes down the shaft of one of the open elevators. He raises a hand in command to the others to halt.
"HOLD! They've destroyed the elevators!"
Sylvanas's mouth turns to an ugly scowl as she too, looks down the shaft. At the bottom, await leathal spikes pointed upwards to face any intruders.
"The shaft is trapped, Warchief. A fall would mean certain death."
Sylvanas once again is stunned as Thrall calls upon the elements for aid.
"Great air spirit, hear my call once more! "
Cyclones begin to form within the shaft, and they tug lightly on the tips of Sylvanas's hair, as if begging her to jump into them.
"The spirits of air have heard my call. Cyclones will lower us to safety. Now we jump! "
Without being told twice, Sylvanas launches herself off the edge and free falls. The cyclones gently catch her and slowly lower her down, giving her plenty of time to maneuver away from the deadly spikes.
After a few moments of waiting for the others to descend, they press on. But the sight that meets them within the inner parts of the city causes the Dark Lady to shriek in rage.
"What have they done to my beautiful city!"
The cobblestone city she had worked so hard to maintain to her peoples' liking was covered in felfires while green banners and demonic runes covered the walls. Sylvanas grinded her teeth together in utter rage, as hr bow was once again at risk of being snapped from her grip.
"The only redemption for the traitors responsible for this will be an agonizing death. My vengeance will be swift and without mercy!"
Thrall only nodded, understanding the Banshee's rage.
"Lead the way, Dark Lady. We will follow."
Sylvanas darkly nodded, and she pointed with a gloved hand.
"Very well, Warchief. The Royal Quarter is this way. Stay on guard. There's no telling what Varimathras and Putress have in store for us."
As she lead the way to the Royal Quarter, the Lady's senses were on high alert, waiting for any demonic sources to come down upon them. As they entered into the sewer ways, the alarm went off in Sylvanas's mind as she whipped to the right and drew her blades that were infused with dark shadow magic.
"HOLD! I sense dark magic. Demon magic... Stand ready!"
A dark chuckled echoed around them. Sylvanas snapped her head around trying to find the source of the sound.
"Clever girl..."
Suddenly, demons begin to descend from above, and Sylvanas instantly begins to slice at it as Thrall defends himself, as a fire consumes one demon that had been creeping up behind the preoccupied Warchief. The Dark Lady smirked, knowing a certain mage had just incinerated that bastard demon's brethren.
"My brothers have grown hungry. Your souls will sate their appetites."
A large Ered'ruindemon appears before the group, but even this powerful force of demonic energy was no match for the might of the Horde. Thrall bellows through the halls, taunting the hiding Dreadlord.
"Is that all, demon? Have you nothing left to throw at us?"
His tone then darkens.
"We come for you, traitor! Prepare yourself!"
Sylvanas felt growing excitement as they began to cross the bridge and she could see the entrance to the Royal Quarter.
She was ready to kill Varimathras.
Sylvanas was ready to save her home.
Sylvanas looked over her shoulder at the party following her.
"The Royal Quarter is just up ahead, Warchief."
But, just as she spoke the words, the traitorous dreadlord's voice rang out in command.
"Bring down the halls! NOW!"
,A violent shaking followed. It was so strong that it knocked Sylvanas from her feet in surprise, causing the lady to end up sprawled out upon the bridge. Thrall had slipped backwards and had landed on his rump and Sparkie landed amongst the orc soldiers, her green eyes blinking in surprise.
Sylvanas's own red eyes were blinking in confusion before it hit her.
"No…"
She shot to her feet and raced toward the halls that led down to the Royal Quarter, behind her, Thrall was racing after her and the others slightly dazed but following her as well/
The sight that met the Dark Lady within the halls made her stamp her foot in annoyed rage.
Before her, stood the doorway to the entrance of the chamber.
But, covering it, was a wall of large boulders.
She snarled his name with anger and hatred.
But, Thrall, who had finally caught up to the swift footed banshee, merely chuckled at the sight.
Sylvanas raised an eyebrow at him.
"COWARD! You think to stop the Warchief of the Horde with pebbles? I will show you the true power of the elements!"
Raising his great hammer in a sigh of victory, he summoned the power of earth.
"Great spirit of the earth, help us in our hour of need!"
The former Ranger-General watched in awe as the rocks were smashed by the elements themselves.
I have got to get myself one of these Shaman. They are quite the useful little tools.
Thrall turned to the soldiers and Sylvanas.
"LET'S GO! QUICKLY"
Sylvanas nodded and together, she, the Dark Lady and the Warcheif raced down the halls into the heart of the Undercity; the Royal Quarter.
But, as they entered the great room that Sylvanas had spent countless hours in, weaving together thoughts of how her life could have been and how she had to live now, a image that not even she, a master strategist, could have imagined.
But it wasn't the demon magic, or the demon guards, or even the enormous dark portal that stood behind Varimarthras.
It was none of that.
What Sylvanas Windrunner, Queen of the Forsaken, could not understand, was why the traitorous dreadlord, Varimathras, was holding a small, most defiantly elven, form with one hand and preparing a killing spell within the other.
Her blood red eyes took in every detail of the small form that had its back to her, trying to understand what she was missing.
It was female, with long pale-blonde hair that flowed like water. Her skin, though thoroughly bruised and battered, was a beautiful, pale white.
Thrall himself seemed baffled, and voiced not only his, but Sylvanas's confusion.
"What is this?"
Varimathras looked up from his intent green gaze he had locked onto the form he was holding. His gaze tore over the Horde warriors as a dark smirk crossed his face, making him appear to be slightly crazed. He dropped the small form that let out a cry of pain; the sound seemed to cause his smile to grow.
"Welcome to your future - what little there is left of it..."
But Sylvanas was no longer looking, nor even slightly caring about the dreadlord, much less what he said. Her gaze was locked onto the small form whose tiny, bruised face with pale blonde hair cascading around it like limp water was beginning to weakly rise.
And then, oddly familiar sky blue eyes were gazing right back at her.
Three words echoed in the Banshee Queen' head.
What is this?
Yep :D That's chapter 14! :D I got up at 8 am and didn't finish until 6:45 pm :D I hope you all enjoyed it :3 and I hope I left it on a good cliff hanger this time Ive been slightly worried about how I would introduce Sela to Sylvanas but my writer's block lifted nd I have it :D also I found it funny that a fellow writer found my deviantart account XD YAY COOKIES! And Im very happy to have so many readers :3 if I don't get another chapter out before, I want to wish you all a merry Christmas and a Happy new year :D Remember, Read and Review!