Guess who's back? :D That's right. DarkLadySylvanas :D I am so freaking sorry you guys! Ive had a lot of family problems hope out of nowhere on me and I was having a period of time where my life felt like it was caving in :D but, at long last, I am prepared to write, ONCE MORE! Also, I was getting some things in order so that I could be able to write the Sequel to this story :3 and that leads to my question before we continue. Would you, as the reader, be interested in reading the sequel to this story? Please, comment or pm me your in-put! Everyone's opinion matters to me! Now! For what you all have been so kindly waiting for, chapter 16!

As if their minds had been linked; the same thought raced within Selaerosona's mind, as her blue eyes were locked into the crimson gaze of dark ranger.

From where the young elf was dropped onto the hard, cold cobblestones, Sela could see the mirrored look of surprise that was plastered upon both the cold woman and the large orc. Her blue eyes took in the dark purple ranger's armor that molded perfectly with the lady's light-blue figure, and the tattered , moth-eaten burgundy cloak that flowed out behind the unknown ranger with dark grace. As her gaze moved back to the ranger's eyes, the surprise within the blood eyes was beginning to transform into another emotion, though it was unreadable.

Selaerosona's musing was cut off as a sudden pain erupted from her ribs as the dreadlord nudged her hard with one of his large, powerful hooves. She let out a whimper of pain, as her sharp blue eyes caught a purple glove tighten around the mighty bow it held, in anger.

Varimathras's venomous voice echoed around the room, the triumph in his voice obvious.

"Well, my Lady," He spat the words in distaste, "What do you think of my kingdom?"

Selaerosona's eyes widened as the blue lips of the woman opened, allowing the most exotic voice to fill the room. It's eerie reverberation could send chills down anyone's spine.

"How dare you, dreadlord. We already settled this long ago. You know how this will end, traitor."

Selaerosona blinked in confusion. The voice that lay beneath the odd echoes sounded familiar…As familiar as if she heard something similar everyday…

A dark chuckle interrupted her thoughts.

"That was years ago, banshee! While you wallowed around in your 'vengeance', I began preparing for the day in which you would leave the city to claim your petty 'justice'. And now," His gaze swept over all the beings in the room, stopping for a few moments upon Selaerosona's terrified and brusied face, before looking back at the banshee,

"I finally have all my pieces that I needed."

Sela watched as the blue lips opened once more to give a retort. But before a word was uttered from them, the large orc's voice boomed out.

"Then why demon, do you have need of that child?"

Sela glanced up at her capture, curious to the answer of the question as well.

Why was she here?

True, her Aunt and Uncle ruled over Daralan. But they were not involved in the demon's revenge. Glancing around, her eyes drifted over the faces of the Warchief, and his gaurds, before resting upon the elven banshee.

As if they felt her gaze, the crimson pools locked back into the gaze of the Sela's.

Who is she?

And then, the world around Selaerosona, began shaking.

Just as the dreadlord opened his mouth to speak, the entire chamber began to quake. Sylvanas instinctively braced her legs as she tried to hold her balance.

Dust and small bits of debris fell from the ancient walls, as lone pebbles near her boots rattled about as the very earth shook. Beside her, Thrall began channeling his shaman powers, attempting to calm the earth around them. She hissed in annoyance, evaluating the situation.

The original foundations of her under-ground city were completely secure. She had made sure of this before moving into it. So what could possibly have rattle it?

Then she saw it.

Oh.

That could do it.

Behind her traitorous advisor stood a large, demonic portal. As the dreadlord had been speaking, it had grown larger, and fel-colored mist had began to roll out from the other side.

Sylvanas hissed in fury just as a voice roared from the other side of the portal.

"Varimathras! Take the city now! When I arrive, we shall continue onwards to the annihilate the other weak races!"

Varimathras snickered.

"Well then, it appears you're going to have to die without knowing. Pity."

And with that, he pointed his palm at the young elven girl that he had unceremoniously dumped upon the ground next to him, and suddenly, black chains sprouted forth and wrapped themselves, in what looked to be, in a extremely painful manner around her wrists and ankles. The chains then lifted her to float before the dark portal. The dreadlord smiled darkly.

"A fine sacrifice for the master's arrival."

He then turned back to audience, just as they were finding their way back to their legs.

"Say your goodbyes, mortals. Your end has come!"

Before his voice had finished echoing around the chamber, he began launching balls of fel-fire at them. Sylvanas instantly dodged one aimed at her as she threw back her head and shrieked out the last words she had uttered in life.

"Anar'lah Belore!"

And then it began.

Thrall instantly summoned four totems, each containing the spirit of an element, to aid him, as he began casting spells to counter the dreadlord's attacks, while the orc soldiers rushed forward, roaring their song of battle as they sliced their axes across Varimathras's seemingly impenetrable hide. The young blood elf mage, Sparkie, stood near Thrall, hurtling powerful arcane spells toward the dreadlord, in hopes of weakening him.

Sylvanas smirked as she drew back the string of her bow, and aimed the arrow at the traitor.

She would not loose today.

She would not fail her people again.

She let her fingers release the arrow, watching as it became an incarnate of lightning as it sped towards it's target. With a low, satisfying thump, barely heard over the roaring of battle by the banshee's long, sensitive ears, the sharp arrow embedded itself into the dreadlord's forearm. The demon roared in pain and his burning green gaze snapped to the undead archer, his eyes filled with malice. Enraged, he charged at her, screaming in rage as he ran. The orcs followed him, slashing their weapons over his legs without pause, but this did not catch the attention of the demon.

Sylvanas smirked, as she quickly slid her bow away and unsheathed her twin blades.

She marveled as she watched the dreadlord run towards her on his large hooves.

Sylvanas inwardly laughed dryly at the semblance to her lives.

Here again, within her home, trying to protect it from a traitorous being.

She braced herself once more, a grim look of determination staining her face.

Failure would not be accepted.

Just as the demon was upon her, she silently swore to herself.

Even if it takes my second life, I will not fail anyone, again.

Just as those words echoed within her mind, she brought up her blades, only for them to clash with the blade Varimathras had conjured mere moments before.

The blades held pushed against each other for mere heartbeats, as their wielders glared at each other, crimson malice into enraged green.

Suddenly, the demon snapped his blade out of the lock, and swung in a powerful vertical swipe. But the Dark Lady merely sidestepped away, flashing out one of her blades to knock his off course. As he tried to counter, she took advantage of his delay, and slashed quickly at his upper legs before back stepping away again, just as tried to nick her with his blade.

The demon roared in fury, and ripped his blade around to run it through a surprised orc warrior. Once he ripped the blade out of the corpse, he bellowed out to his own soldiers.

"Brothers! Aide me!"

Suddenly, demons began pouring through the portal in the center of the room, screaming in demonic their battle cries as they began an assault upon Thrall and the other warriors.

Varimathras smirked as he rose his blade above his head.

"This fight is between us alone, Sylvanas!"

He brought his blade crashing down towards her. But, Sylvanas rolled out of the way of his blow, and quickly countered his attack before dodging again. Their electrifying dance of death went on, the two countering the other across the chamber and up the steps until they were upon the rise.

Suddenly, a smirk of triumph crossed the demon's lips as confusion caused Sylvanas bite her's.

What is he gloating about?

It was then, that Sylvanas looked across the large chamber to see her allies on the other end, fighting for their lives. Horror made the Banshee Queen's blood run cold as she realized that she hadn't dodged her way over her.

She had been herded.

Whipping her eyes back to her opponent, attempting to formulate a plan to return to her allies side, she barely had time to register the large wings that snapped forward, clapping themselves hard upon her ears. The blow caused the Dark Lady to fall to the ground, in a daze. She struggled to regain her bearings as she looked up only to see the wicked, triumphant smirk plastered upon Varimathras's face.

She scowled at him, her eyes only harboring malice and rage.

He prodded her roughly with his sword.

"Honestly, I believed you would be more of challenge, Ranger-General."

He chuckled darkly as she hissed at him.

Then, with a large, muscled arm, he raised the blade above her, readying to plunge it deep into her heart to still it once more.

One thought raced through her head.

No.

I cannot fail again!

"Farewell, my lady."

Sylvanas gave one small sob of anger, just as she had in life, as the blade raced down toward her. Her life flashed before her eyes once more. Memories of her home within Quel'Thalas, being with her beloved family, her dearest sisters, her most precious necklace, and her prince, all flooded her mind again.

As the battle around her seemed to slow down time itself, she saw a faint glint of blue eyes reflected upon the blade. A pang of agony flowed through her as thoughts of her only surviving sister filled her mind.

She felt the agony rip at her heart as she regretted never reuniting with her sister once she had come back. Revolted that she was to ashamed of her corpse body to show herself to her lovely sister, in fear of being rejected by her.

A single tear slipped out of the crimson pools of agony as Sylvanas watched the blade race towards her.

She closed her eyes just as a single thought floated through her mind as she readied herself for the blow.

Veereesa, I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me sister.

But, just when Sylvanas had predicted the blade to pierce through her skin and end her second life, a familiar voice ripped across the chamber, and caused the undead queen's eyes to rip open in shock, as te voice she never believed she would hear again, called out to her.

"SYLVANAS!"

The voice was followed by the sound of an arrow hitting its target and the shrieking of pain.

Andddddddd you all will hate me but that's chapter 16 :D I really hope you all enjoyed it :3 This one was actually one of my favorites to write xD also, my roleplay admin has requested we find new members for our rp, so if you wish to join please, message me and Ill send you the link :D Thank you all for being so patient and awesome and I cant wait to see you next chapter! Also, I still love cookies and I really am sorry for the wait!

Until next time!