Urrggh you people would NOT believe the months i've had.. first my apprentice up and dies on my ass, then i got whooping coughs... oh that was FUN I don't mind tleling you hah hah hah hoo heehah ah hah haah haah... thats a fake fucking laugh i'll have you know.. my Jesery blood is coming out in my voice and getting mixed up with the scottish making a weird accent.. i have little black worms in my hair.. and HEY ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME! anyway i make no apologies for being so late in updating, cause it was for a good damned reason. oh by the way your meatballs are burning.

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

I didn't miss, how Illidan's face softened when that Night Elf woman spoke to him and I felt tinges of jealousy go through me as I saw the High Druid Malfurion and knew who the woman had to be and felt a small growl rise up in my throat as I realized… I was outclassed.

The woman who had to be Tyrande, stood about 6'8 as opposed to my 5'10, she was built more soft and delicate looking like a glass sculpture very curvy whereas I was built leaner and harder more lithe with far fewer curves though I did appear to be more well endowed, where her skin was a perfect healthy deep lavender with some light pink tones, my own skin was pale in the extreme with gray tones spattered here and there particularly where my veins lay, her hair fell around her ears a perfect violet just like the rest of her thick and healthy and seeming to sparkle just a little, whereas I had shoulder length white hair that everyone in a while looked to glow slightly.

When her voice rang out, it was like wind chimes and laughter from the soul and the tinkering of bells, whereas mine was darker gravelly like black silk as opposed to Illidan's gray and stretched over charcoal more throaty not nearly so much beauty in it more sorrow and torment and vengeance… I think I hated her instantly.

"But what did you do brother?" the bearded Elf I recognized as Malfurion asked stepping forward, "You sold your soul, to burned out your Elven blood and replaced it with demon blood and magic!"

Illidan laughed, "Maybe so Brother, but in so doing I was given the power I needed to do what you asked of me. Do you remember what you asked me to do, brother? when you and Tyrande freed me from prison, you asked me to find the source of the corruption of the forest because it was severely weakening you and your other druids and preventing them from having the power they needed to convince slash force the World Tree to give its life in order to destroy Archimonde, that was the true turning point in the war people!" Illidan shouted that last part and the crowds of admirers cursed him and a few made their way forward but quickly moved back again when I gave them thoughtful expressions.

The heroes were grumbling to themselves a few looking at Illidan with scorn and disgust as they realized at least part of what he must have done and what consequences had come from it, a few with disbelief and contempt and a few just with pure hatred.

"And did you?" asked a single female voice, among the crowd of heroes and I glanced over to see the human Jaina Proudmoor and the big Orc Thrall saw volcanoes something in her azure eyes as well as the Orc's … something akin to sympathy? Or maybe pity… definitely pity in the Human's eyes.

Illidan bared his teeth in a smile at her, "Yes, yes I did, thanks for asking, miss?"

"Jaina, Jaina Proudmoore and this is my friend Thrall." she gestured to the big Orc and Illidan looked him over, his eyes briefly fixing on his great hammer before looking back to Jaina.

"Nice to meet you Jaina. The source of the corruption of the land, was a Dreadlord named Tichondrius whom was using an ancient Skull, the skull of Gul'Dan. With the skull he corrupted the lands sending black demonic energies through the land and either killing it or corrupting it turning it into the blight but on a much larger scale and much faster than the Undead ever could have. I single-handedly broke through his defenses, through his guards and took the skull the spell was broken and the land would heal, but Tichondrius was still a big threat he was Archimonde's lieutenant or one of them and leader of the Nathraziem but I couldn't possibly take him on not as I was. Not even with my armies, his demons were so powerful and he was undoubtedly going to be wanting his skull back and so he would almost certainly send those powerful demons of his to retrieve it from me, so I did the only thing I could think in my desperate situation. I ate the Skull of Gul'Dan's energies I consumed its power and I was complete, I was the most powerful of all of them and I showed them that! I defeated the demons and went head to head with Tichondrius, even with the skull's energies rolling inside of me it was a hard battle but ultimately I won and his forces were demolished and a large part of the Legion had fallen."

Jaina looked at him, with something akin to respect and awe as well as definite pity and the Orc… with definite sympathy now and just a little pity as well.

Some of the watchers among the crowds seemed to have similar reactions to this tale, but most still hated us or well Illidan for this.

Malfurion and Tyrande, now looked somewhat uncomfortable, for they undoubtedly knew what came next. "What happened then?" Jaina asked, glancing at Malfruion and Tyrande.

"Well, that's the part where true betrayal comes into play. We met up, me Malfurion and Tyrande and they saw what had become of me, sensed the magic and saw only the price and not the gain. Malfurion ranted at me for a while, about how I had given away my soul for power, called me a demon and a disgrace and then he banished me from the land and I went."

The crowd went silent mostly as they took this new knowledge in. the guide cleared his throat, "Well, that certainly is fascinating I shall have some scholars sent about to make inquires into this new knowledge, in the meantime mister Stormrage, you and…" he glanced at me and confusion and I realized… he didn't recognize me. I growled just a little and felt my fingers twitch towards the quiver on my back.

"This," Illidan announced putting one firm hand on my shoulder and pulling me close, "is Sylvanas Windrunner, Ranger General of Silvermoon, Queen of the Banshees and the Forsaken, slayer of Arthas Menethil and… my girlfiend as well as my date to this convention."

The crowd burst into a lot of quiet murmurs and mutters and almost everyone stared at us with dread, horrified fascination, disgust and in some cases amazement and well just plain out horror and fascination.

I glanced at the Night Elf woman whom I hated and saw an unreadable look in her eyes and her face. When I looked at Malfurion I just saw sadness, outrage and disgust.

Funny, I thought. Illidan and Malfurion were once thought to be quite identical once.

I certainly could see some resemblance between them but not much. Malfurion's face was long like Illidan's but thicker boned more healthier in appearance, whereas Illidan's face was more gaunt looking more defined and angular tougher more cynical and roughened up by the universe harder shaped by tragedy and harsh reality, where Malfuion's skin was a deep lavender so dark it was almost violet, Illidan's was paler still with lavender hues but with some gray like mine as well not exactly sick in appearance but not brimming with good health like Malfurion's, where Malfurion was about 7'6 Illidan was a towering 9 foot nothing 5 foot or so in the legs 4 foot or so in the torso.

Where Malfurion was built fairly solidly with muscle he was also somewhat soft looking in the middle padded somewhat with good living, Illidan's body was hard and compact lean and powerful with the kind of muscle that comes from good honest tough living and forced lessons on survival not an ounce of fat on him, where Malfurion had the startings of a real dwarf worthy beard going on Illidan didn't have a single trace of fuzz on his face, where Malfurion's features looked weathered and admittedly strong in an internal sorta way and wise, Illidan's face looked… younger and more roguish but strong in a way of their own more…confident, knowledgeable, honest but hard, world weary and… boyish, with just a touch of mischief and playfulness in the way he held set his lips.

Neither of them was exactly the most beautiful person in the universe but… there was a certain dark allure to Illidan an attraction that hardened warrior women… such as myself could find to be very… well attractive, the well he held himself with a confident deadly ease, the way he looked at you assessing weak points and strengths and possible threats before anything else, a true warrior. But along with all these, he also possessed a kindness to him, one that I doubt many noticed but I had, as we'd lain together in the cave and one that I'd known had to have been there as I had surveyed all his mixed people.

All the Naga, all the Elves blood and night, even the demons and the draenei, they all had a… broken rejected air about them, an… outcast look just like him… and just like me too. I don't think anyone but me and Vashj noticed but he truly did think more with his heart and his passion than he did with his mind, taking in those who needed and in his opinion deserved his help, despite what they may have done in the past.

Malfurion… he just looked, old and wise, weathered by time and shaped by love and tragedy, good life and dignity, integrity and courage, honor. He had the pose of a warrior the look of someone who had glimpsed the harsh reality of the universe but hadn't been caught by it, someone who'd escaped the universe and planted themselves firmly in the good life, in luxury and books and gardening. He was weak in my eyes, where Illidan was strong. I knew some of the things Illidan had endured, ten thousand years of damp darkness, isolation, tortured and repeatedly raped by a vengeful harpy hellbent on breaking him to her will trying to force him to love her, betrayed by those whom he'd loved and cherished and called betrayer when it was they who had betrayed him first, banished from his own homeland and forced to make a living off what he'd managed to scavenge and hunt. Where Malfurion had either slept the ages past and dreamed and lived in relative luxury and been treated like a king.

No Malfurion might have been the one to kill Archimonde and a good deal of the Burning Legion's forces, but Illidan had been the one to make it possible, Malfurion had horded the glory and Illidan had been shunned for doing what was necessary, in my eyes Illidan truly was the hero here and Malfurion was just the victor, Illidan had my respect and my sympathy and just possibly… my heart for all that he had endured and done and suffered, Malfurion was the one I scorned and had contempt for and I'd be sure they all knew it.

"Well," the guide and curator said swallowing slightly, "its umm, its nice to have you both as additions to our group, please c-come and join us."

Me and Illidan shared a look, shrugged and went along into the group of heroes and the dread that had briefly left me about all of this, returned with a sickening vengeance.

Something was going to happen, I just knew it. But until then, I was going to enjoy this with Illidan, I was going to prove to him that I was better than Tyrande, that I might be undead but I wasn't going to break his heart like she had. I was going to prove both to him and myself that my heart still beat within my chest that I wasn't too scared to love again.

Liar, liar pants on fire. I thought to myself dismally, as I followed alongside Illidan after the group, as it began to once more traverse the hallways filled with examples of heroism, though no one was nearly as interested as they had once been by the sights, more interested in us and the possible rewriting of history.

Author POV.

The entire citadel was slowly filling up with a very pale odorless gas, mistaken for fog by most of those who dwelled within, except the Naga of course, as fog is just water mostly and the Naga are something of experts of water so they knew something was up almost immediately.

The courtyard where the Blood Elves were currently partying their heads off, in some cases literally, was particularly foggy but they mostly just either ignored it didn't see it they were so wrapped up in worlds of their own or just put it down to the various chemicals and foods Valentine had cooking up.

Their mistake as the Ground Naga slunk in through the Citadel's floor and the ground around the citadel, using the fog and nightfall as cover. And as they did this so too did the Warlock and his Black Revenants enter the citadel through passage ways Magtheridon'd had installed for escape.

"Okay people, spread out in pairs, comb through every last square inch of this Citadel, find Illidan and Sylvanas, if you can take her head, if you can't either bring her to me or bring me to her if you find Illidan just bring me to him even all of you combined couldn't possibly take him down except maybe by surprise, your blood doesn't quite have the same magical repllent or absorbent properties Sylvanas' does he could wipe a dozen of you out with a single snap of his fingers, I might call you Black Revenants but you aren't your faliure's mistakes I made with the Master's blood, your vampires, you need to feed on blood to sustain yourselves, you are Wampyr. Now go, go and feast to your heart's desire but remember, while you do that search the Citadel, I'm going to this party."

With that the Warlock turned his back on the failed Revenants which had dwindled down to about 139 now and started to head down the hall when a thought occurred to him and he stopped, "Oh and should any of you encounter Magtheridon up here, either send him back down on his way or kill him he's supposed to take care of the forces in the dungeons and then when he's done there move on to the ground forces in that big courtyard on the ground level and then around the citadel and stay there."

And with that he went on his way, not noticing how the gas in the air reacted to his hair and turned parts of it pure white for a few seconds.

Where the hell is Kael'Thas! he wondered silently as he traversed the dizzying corridors, he should be up and about right now. and then the gas all around in the citadel sparked and turned dark red like blood for a few seconds and then white again and the screams started as Kael'Thas exerted his will through the Orb in his body using the Fear powers he'd absorbed from the gas he'd had forced into his lungs by Valentine to induce similar horrors to the residents of the Citadel as those that he'd suffered.

The Warlock grinned, "Ahh so the fun begins." he whistled happily, still not noticing how his short abysmal black hair was turning white or that more and more strands of it were staying firmly fixed into that color, or how his eyes once blue like the sea, now blood red, were slowly turning to a deep amber in spots.

As some of his ultimate changes took place, it wouldn't be long now. And he would be complete, he didn't know it but he could sense it he could taste the destiny in the air.

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

We had come to a stop in the lobby of the Museum or gallery or whatever the hell this place is or was and were currently picking out food from the all you can eat buffet no charge for Heroes. There was still some confusion as to whether or not me and Illidan were in fact heroes but they let it lie when both me and Illidan gave them twin looks of thoughtfulness.

The heroes sat and dined at a large table under a big orb of light to illuminate them as they sat there talking and eating and gossiping. Me and Illidan looked at the dining table about a mile long glanced at each other and lounged against the wall in the corner eyeing and picking at food. It had been so long since either of us had eaten regular Azeroth food, that we had both sorta forgotten both what we liked and the names of the food.

Can you blame us, when we used to dine on complicated things like Zergling/Hydralisk brain and peach cobbler, Sandworm intestine and Gravemind tentacle pasta, and creatures that weren't quite dead yet and made that fact known by making passes at you.

"Did you have to do that brother?" Malfurion asked Illidan moodily and Illidan gave his trademark wolfish grin and said "Brother just be glad I didn't tell them about the Well, otherwise your fan base really might've lost a few numbers."

I frowned at Illidan, "What about the Well?" I asked, interested, Malfurion balked and made silencing gestures at Illidan, Illidan just bared his teeth at Malfurion and went on talking, "You can't convince nature to give up its life, not even for the rest of nature, you can maybe coax it out of a magical layer of protection or two but that's about it, Malfurion couldn't have convinced the World Tree to give its life like it did, he had to have forced it and the only way to do that is to combine Druidic power and Arcane power and Arcane power exists in the universe because of the Well of Eternity, the well provides us with it and I created the Well, least I created the one he had to have used, so that makes me a hero in two areas of the Battle against the Burning Legion, history."

"Illidan," Malfurion sighed, "are you really that shallow? Does being a hero to the people really matter so much to you, cause that's selfish."

Illidan snarled and I instinctively placed a hand on his shoulder, to calm him as much as my presence could. "And what of you brother! Why is it that you must horde all the glory in all of this, huh? Why is it that everyone looks to you like you were the creator's son and everyone looks at me like I'm darkness incarnate, despite all I've done to save their petty little lives."

"You know I don't encourage their behavior, Illidan." Malfurion murmured calmly, "No but you certainly don't do anything to dissuade it either!" I snapped and Malfurion turned his amber colored eyes to me, "This is none of your concern Undead Elf, this is between me and my brother."

"The hell it is!" I snarled and this time it was Illidan who attempted to place a calming hand on my shoulder, "While he was tortured and abused by that bitch Maiev, you slept through the ages, while he was raped and forced to learn sexual acts by that monstrous bitch when he was keep himself pure and stuff for your little whore Tyrande, while you yourself were bedding her!" Malfurion's gaze hardened and I could feel Illidan's hand on me tighten, "Sylvanas." Illidan growled, but I kept on, "While you lived in luxury and were praised as the great hero of Azeroth and the high and mighty druid, your brother who enabled you to do the saving to begin with, your brother whom gave you the power required and whom you banished for all that was being hunted by bounty hunters like a demon and he had to live off scraps of food and what he could hunt in between running and surviving cold harsh nights and I bet you didn't even shed a single thought for him, you were so engrossed in your dusty old books and growing out that hideous beard of yours and seducing Tyrande into your bed and then probably sleeping some more like the slacker you are, you son of a bitch!"

"That is untrue!" Tyrande snapped, glaring daggers at me, "Malfurion might not have done all that he should have to dissuade the people's hatred of Illidan, but he did what he could and never authorized any official or unofficial requests made to him by our people to hunt down Illidan, Maiev was a rogue element. Now can we please just settle down and-"

"Kodo excrement!" I seethed, "Maiev might not have been under direct orders to do all the things she did, but you all must of known of what she intended, of what she did to Illidan in those caves, and just didn't care enough to do anything about it, ten thousand years of abuse is a long time, people talk, surely whispers must have gotten out of the things she did to make his life even more of a hell than it already was, you just couldn't be bothered to help out the Betrayer who loved you so and did all that he did in an effort to win your affections!"

Tyrande was looking seriously peeved now, but also a little sad and I liked it, I liked how she seemed to be genuinely hurting from my words. "Sylvanas that's enough!" Illidan snapped and I glared up at him, "Illidan, its true and you know it, she had to have known what Maiev did to you, sending away the guards so she could unleash Wildkins on you, torturing you, forcing you to pleasure her, things like that don't go unnoticed, not for that long." I returned my glare back to Tyrande, "I should know, I myself was the protector of my land once upon a time, Ranger General it was my business to know of all the wrong doings in my land and I made sure I did, I took every step I could, did everything in my power and I did indeed hear everything that I needed and wanted to know including whether or not prisoners were being abused and I put a stop to it, it didn't matter how bad the prisoner's were I made sure none of them were treated badly and if they were I saw to it that their treatment improved, while you did nothing!"

I felt the rage roiling inside of me at how my and glee at the pain in Tyrande's smooth doll perfect features, they say revenge is a dish best served cold, but I like it hot particularly when on the behalf of someone I considered to be my boyfiend.

"That's enough Sylvanas!" Illidan snarled and he pulled me back forcefully and then Malfurion joined the verbal fight once more, "Can you honestly say the urge to be a hero was the only reason, you brought the Well back into existence, hmm? Can you honestly tell me that you consumed the great demonic power within that skull, purely out of necessity and not out of greed for its power, brother?"

"Can you honestly tell me that you did everything in you could to keep the people from hating me, that you did everything you could to keep the hunts for my head down," Illidan growled, "Can you honestly stand there and tell me that you weren't just the slightest bit glad to see me gone and maybe even encouraged Maiev just a little in her sad vendetta to destroy or imprison me? No I can't tell you that I did what I did purely out of a need to be the hero, I can't tell you that I didn't let my addiction get the best of me when I held that skull in my hand, that I didn't absorb that power purely out of necessity, but I can tell you that I did everything that I did out a pure love for both Tyrande and our people! I did what I did to save them and for it I was branded Betrayer, Monster, Demonspawn, imprisoned for Ten Thousand YEARS and ultimately banished from my own homeland and my part in saving the lands forgotten! And now I have unprepared adventurers Alliance and Horde, breaking through into my realm trying to kill me every week, I have multiple armies of multiple races whom are lead by people I want to trust but hardly can! And to top it all off I have mysterious ground serpents bursting up from the ground and trying to kill me whom serve some mysterious master Warlock with great demonic power who intends to kill me and take my land from me!"

I blinked at him, in shock, "Master Warlock?" I asked in barely a whisper, as I remembered the Warlock from so long ago now, could it be him? Could he have survived?

"Yes I interrogated a couple of the Ground Naga my forces managed to capture from the battle, they kept going on about him, how he was going to kill me and rambling about… eyes, eyes the color of blood translucent white skin you could see through to the veins and hair like the darkest night."

I sighed in relief, I remembered the Warlock and how he'd looked. Not tall at 5'9, light peach colored skin, eyes the color of the sea, wiry build, long oval very handsome face and short spiky blond hair, not at all like whoever this other Warlock was. Then why is it that these damn alarm bells won't stop?

Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moonlight! Valentine's words reverberated in my head and I groaned and clutched at my head as a massive headache assaulted me, what was it with those words damn it!

"Sylvanas, are you okay?" Illidan asked, his tone worried and I felt his hands on my back, "Nothing, just this damn headache!" I groaned and I felt hands at my temples, soft, delicate, feminine hands. And suddenly the headache was gone, like it had never existed. "Are you alright now?" Tyrande asked, real concern in her voice. I felt indignant and angry at the woman, but… I was grateful as well and I… well I suppose I was supposed to be better than Malfurion and give credit where credit was due so, tight lipped I nodded, "Yes, thank you, I- aaghhh!" I doubled over as the headache started anew and I saw images and heard sounds and I saw… him, the Warlock but, changed somehow. His eyes red like blood, skin so pale I could see the veins and hair so black it too almost looked translucent it was so devoid of color and yet it seemed to suck in all the other colors like a vampire, but despite the changes I could see that it was him, the Warlock, alive.

I heard his words and I remembered, I remembered everything.

Alrighty then.. i suppose i might need to explain a few things here. okay.. Sylvanas... is not the same person she used to be butt you already knew that didn't you? when she was a living Ranger General, she was hot, fiery, passionate, and hard like diamonds. and then Arthas hit her just right and the diamond shattered and she has been a mess ever since. as an undead Dark Lady... she was... angry, dead, vengful, cold and just full of hate. she let her hate drive her to the point where she no longer cared quite so much as to whether or not the living stayed that way, she was guilty and remorsul and all sorts of stuff for her people, but i think all the looovee just completely went out of the relationship at that point, so she just threw herself into being the undead, unfeeling bitch everyone thinks of her as now.

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But NOW! now she has a second life, or maybe third if you count the undeath.. anyway. Sylvanas is alive now in everyway that matters.. her heart beats, she breaths, she eats and she sleeps and she drinks and all that stuff... and more than that she's enhanced.. her body and her mind and her very emotions, everything has been dialed up to 11... unfortunately for her this includes hormones.. she's like a vampire now i suppose but without the same bloodlust. her hormones and emotions cloud her judjment, she's basically what i imagine she probably was like at about 19 or younger.

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anyway the point is here that Sylvanas is a different person now, she's neither dead, nor undead, and her old life is gone forever, so she has to develope a new personality. so basically i'm giving her a makeover here, or a reboot something like that. anyway i perform this makeover on her.. with thoughts of Cat Crawfield from the Cat and Bones Night Huntress novels by Jeaniene Frost firmly in my head i like her, oh and as we continue this, we will be digressing more and more from the original storyline whatever that was and into my own storyline honestly.. i think the writers jsut gave up the ghost after The Frozen Throne and have just been making up a whole bunch of crap ever since then, so i'm making up a new storyline as we go along here that draws on elements from the old storyline and putting them together in a way that makes sense to me. wow this is a logn note.