Hello everyone :D sorry about the delay but my bday was the 8th of August (officially 17 XD) and so I decided I would wait till today, Saturday, to post this chapter :D this is the last chapter of this installment, but it is not the end of this fanfiction :D be on the lookout for the sequel. Now, let's begin :D

"ATTACK! FOR STORMWIND! FOR BOLVAR FOR THE ALLIANCE"

The king's bellow bounced about the stone walls of the Royal Quarter, the sound followed by the warriors of both side rushing to crash metal with metal. Selaerosona cringed, as the fore-sighted sound rang in her ears, instinctively forcing her to shut her eyes and her hands to slap down on her slender ears. But the effort of shielding out the near deafening sound was fruitless. Attempting to turn away from the harsh battle, Sela turned, only to bump against something that was similar to that of a body, but it was much too cold to be an alive body.

Blinking open her eyes, she was instantly met by the guarded crimson eyes of the "RangerGeneral". Sela's soft blue gaze flowed over the features of the woman, taking deep, mental notes about the deep, plum lips that were slightly parted into a perfect o shape. And the crimson eyes that glowed through the dark shadow that the ranger's hood cast over her face, and the dark war paint that resembled, in the young girl's mind, tears that had been shed for so long, caused the dark lines to go down the pearly-blue skin. Soft, pale curls flowed out from under the burgundy hood, and though it had long since lost it's luster, Sela felt a faint tug of recognition to the silkiness that the hair still held, though she was unable to place where she had exactly seen hair such as this before. The little highborne longed to reach out and touch the hair, thinking that maybe the contact of the pale gold locks would awaken the memory .

But, the sounds of war brought her back to the present, as she heard the king's roar even closer to her.

"This ends here, Thrall."

Whipping around, Sela's eyes widened as she took in the bloody scene before her.

The Warchief, Thrall, had been brought to his knees, though it was obvious he did not go down fighting. The emotion in his ocean blue eyes wasn't hate nor rage nor blood-thirsty. The watery blue eyes showed years of sorrow, hope, loneliness, and pain. But, in comparison to the orc, the human king's eyes burned with hate, pride, glory, and blood-lust. Sela shuddered, as she looked between the two different creatures, not understanding their intents or responsibilities, but understanding what they as living creatures, we're expericing in that very moment. Suddenly, she fighting against the grip the woman that held her, crying out to the leaders.

"No! Don't! He didn't do anything! He didn't hurt you!"

But no one took heed of her pleas, and the ranger fastened her grip on the child, determined to not let her go. But, she did not stop squirming, even at the sound of such a unique voice whispering in her mind.

"Selaerosona, do not mettle in these affairs. This is not your battle."

Sela felt her throat tightening up, and tears blurred her vision.

"He does not have to die!"

Her eyes widened, as the King of Stormwind rose one of his swords into the air.

"Goodbye, Thrall. I'll make sure the rest of your god forsaken monsters follow you promptly."

And with that, his blade was soaring through the air, towards the exposed green-toned neck.

"Varian! STOP!"

The sword froze mere inches from Thrall's skin, as it's wielder was frozen solid, though words still came muffled from behind the ice. The sounds of crashing blades ws aslo haulted, as the small group of Alliance and Horde warriors were frozen

"D..a...m...n..i..t...Ja..i...n...a..."

"Varian, I told you before hand that I would not help with an assault on the Horde, only on Putress. Don't test my alliances."

The voice reached them before the familiar face began come into view as a blonde, human woman came walking up the cobblestone stairs onto the rise, making Sela smile as she instantly recognized the blonde mage who regularly visited Daralan.

"Lady Jaina!"

Jaina turned her head, fixing her lovely blue eyes on the elf, and smiled.

"Hello there, little lady. Sorry, but I have to deal with this unruly king."

Sela giggled, as a roar of frustrated rage came from the king's ice form. Just as she opened her little lips to reply, another voice echoed over them.

"SELAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Sela turned her head in time to see a mint-colored cub pouncing on her, knocking her out of the ranger's arms and onto the ground.

"Ow...Surmor...what the heck?"

But, the hyper cub was beyond hearing her.

"Sela! I got taken to these cages and I got experimented on and, then my mom came rushing in. And she was all like, ROAR, and I was all like, AH, and the weird, scientist guy was all like, NOO, and then the King was all like, DIE, and Lady Proudmoore and your Aunt were all like, SHAZAM, and I was all like, WOAH, and the scientist guy was all like...dead."

Sela seriously believed her ears were bleeding as Surmor had recounted her tale. Had it not been for the Priestess of the Moon appearing at that moment, Sela's brain most likely would have shriveled up and died.

"Surmor, let the poor girl rest. And I know you need it as well."

Even though Tryande was speaking kind words, her voice seemed on edge. Shoving her friend off her, Sela sat up to observe the adults.

Jaina was murmuring a spell to send the frozen king and his troops back to Stormwind, as Tryande was busy mending the half conscious Vereesa's arm, though the night elven woman's eyes were narrowed, and her body body tense, as if she were in hostile territory. Selaerosona aunt's right hand clenched and un-clenched repeatedly, as if it were seriously uneasy about not having her bow in hand, even when half-awake.

Sela watched as the unknown ranger walked toward Vereesa timidly. As she neared, Tryande whipped around and hissed at her.

"Come a step closer, Banshee Queen, and I will do what the Lich King didn't."

Sylvanas looked utterly taken back for a moment, as if the threat hurt her more then it did intimidate her. Her pain instantly reformed into anger, as she scowled at the elven priestess.

"How dare you say such a thing to me? You night elven pricks believe that you are so much greater then ever other race just because you've been around for ten thousand years. But, let me ask you, how does it feel to be mortals now? Not much to brag about now, is there?"

Tryande rose slowly, her movements mimicking a night saber, as she slowly turned to face the Dark Lady.

"Stop your tongue, Windrunner, before I cut it out."

Sylvanas took a step foreword.

"I don't take orders from Night Elves."

Sela's eyes widened as she saw both women reaching slowly for their blades. One glance at Surmor and she knew that her friend saw it too. But, just as it seemed the tension was about to break and all hell would break loose, and voice broke through it first.

"Tryande, she was only wondering how my arm was. You had no reason to snap at her as you did. Remember, she may be Horde, but she is still my sister."

Vereesa held her arm as she looked into Tryande's eyes from where she leaned against a wall. For a few moments, the priestess stayed tense, but, slowly, her body began to relax slightly, as she returned to Vereesa's side to continue healing.

But, for Selaerosona, a storm was brewing in her mind.

Sister?

Sylvanas sighed, as her body relaxed.

Thank gods Vereesa can stop a fight. I bet it's having three kids running around.

At the thought of children, Sylvanas turned her head, her crimson eyes immediately locking into the child's gaze, the child which she had long for, for so long. She began to timidly smile until she read into the girl's look.

The blue eyes burning with confusion and realizations.

Sylvanas's miniscule grin vanished as her blood ran cold.

Could the child have possibly clicked two and two together?

What would this mean?

What would she think of me?

Would I be the mother she wanted?

Will she be disgusted with me?

Will she want to stay with me?

Should she stay with me?

As these doubts raced through the Banshee Queen's mind, she did not take notice of the small little elven girl that had walked up to her, until a small, warm hand tugged gently upon her's.

Sylvanas looked down into the familiar blue hues that were filled with curiosity.

The little girl tugged on her hand again, gently.

Sylvanas knelt down to her level, completely baffled but also elated that her own flesh and blood stood before her, and was not running away at the sight of her.

Even if this was the only moment she would ever spend with her, Sylvanas would cherish this moment for the rest of her existence, for this, was the moment she had hoped for, since the day she made her wish in Dalaran in what seemed a lifetime ago.

No matter what her daughter thought of her, this would be the only moment she may have to see her.

That would be enough for Sylvanas.

Sela blinked, as the crimson eyes were completely on her now, so many questions running through her mind.

She reached out with a small hand, and gently grasped the pale golden hair of "Sylvanas", running her fingers through the strands that felt like threads of silk. There had been only two other's with hair that felt like this. And that had been her aunt's hair and her own.

Confused, she moved her tiny hand to lay upon the cheek of the Banshee Queen, who timidly closed her eyes and leaned against her touch. Though the skin lacked the color and the warmth, the texture was identical to her own.

Sela bit her lip, as the answer seemed to slowly bubble to the surface of her mind. Opening and closing her mouth several times, as if trying to decide upon the correct word to say, she finally said, in a quiet, unsure voice, a word that would awaken a bond between the Banshee and herself.

"M-mommy?"

Sylvanas's eyes instantly snapped open, as she rose her head slightly away from Sela's hand, and her lips were agape in a perfect o, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Selaerosona, taking a small little inhale of breath, tried again.

"Y-you're my mommy, aren't you?"

Sylvanas blinked several times, causing Sela scrambled for words in her mind, so she allowed the first thought to take the form of words and exit her mouth.

"I've wanted to meet you for so long."

Tears began to fall down the ranger's face, as her mouth opened and closed, exactly as her daughter's had moments before, completely at a loss for words.

Sela instantly began to believe she had said the wrong thing, and began to open her lips to apologize, but she didn't have the chance, because Sylvanas had wrapped her arms around Selaerosona's tiny body and pulled her close to her, as tears of utter joy spilled from her eyes.

"Oh, my little one, I have wanted to meet you for so long as well. I have missed you so much."

As the truth was confirmed not just to the Banshee Queen, but to Selaerosona, herself, the young girl threw her arms around her mother's neck and cried equally overjoyed tears into Sylvanas's neck.

As an the Warchief of the Horde watches this heart-warming scene unfold, he can't help but push away the feeling that this was not the end of their troubles, nor would this be the last time he saw the young Selaerosona.

And he was correct.

THE END?

Thank you all. Without all of you and your amazing support and love for the story, I would've have quit long ago. So thank you for an amazing year of writing :3 I seriously love you all and I can't wait to see you again in the next installment :D

Until then, farewell ;3