She was still as beautiful as I remember her to be in life. I had looked at her whenever she came through our village and I even got to talk with her a few times considering my talent for the light. She seemed very interested in me and insisted that I got the best training available. Her once golden hair still retained some of its colour, even though most of it was now more grey than gold. Her skin now had a deep grey colour mixed with dark blue, but her face was still very pretty, the only real difference being that her eyes now displayed glowing red orbs. I admit I might have had a crush on her from the first time I saw her, but that was before I met Aelana. It seeems death had been kind for at least one of us, although Aelana insisted that I was beautiful too.
She was talking with a male orc before noticing us, she quickly dismissed him once she did. Sylvanas descended to us, I could feel her eyes locked on me.
"Well, well, what is this, a gift for the banshee queen?" she walked to us, "a live val'kyr, I could certainly put you to good use."
Aelana spoke up, "my lady, this is,-"
"Silence!" Sylvanas snapped, she reached for my chin and heaved it with her hand to face her, "why don't you tell me who you are yourself?" she smirked.
"Silverlight," I murmured as soon as I locked eyes with her.
I looked down, breaking eye contact with her, she seemed taken aback by my answer and I felt her studying my face."
"Anar'alah belore!" she let out, "what has he done to you Angel?"
"The same as he did with so many of his victims," I answered sadly.
"I am so sorry, but how did you end up like this, I mean wat are you doing in a val'kyr's body."
"I have no clue," I answered, "I only came here to go home."
"Why did you come to me then?" she inquired.
"Sylvanas, I am sorry for asking this, but I had hoped you could ask Lor'Themar to make sure I could go home without anyone looking down on me," I looked down knowing it was a rediculous request, "I had hoped I could start a new life there."
"As far as I know, the paladin order was quite shocked when they found your body with that of your fellow trainees after cleaning up the scourge in southern Quel'Thalas, I think they had trouble processing your death, I doubt they would mind if you were to show up again, even in this state, if you want to go home I suggest checking Light's Hope for any of the senior Sin'dorei paladins and see if they would accompany you, you have my blessing."
"What did they do with my body?" I asked.
"It was covered in ice that seemed resistant against everything, I think they buried you in a coffin."
I simply nodded.
"I will just write a letter and seal it with my mark, it will also give you protection from any of the forsaken who would do you harm."
"Thank you Sylvanas," was all I could say.
She disappeared into a chamber in the outer ring and came back moments later with a sealed letter.
I thanked her again and turned to Aelana, her smile made me fall deeper and deeper in love with her. We were about to leave when a familiar figure came walking up the corridor towards us, I recognised him immediately as the forsaken who was poisoned in Dalaran. He noticed me too and gasped.
"You, you are the one that saved me, aren't you?"
"Well, yes," was my lame answer.
He got on his knees and thanked me for saving his life. If he could cry I am sure he would have.
"General Untarael," I heard Sylvanas's voice come from behind me, "what business do you have with her?"
"My queen, apparently I was poisoned by a scourge minion, I would have died if it wasn't for this lady. I was just done with my mission and was on my way to you after I was stabbed in the Dalaran sewers."
"And what, general, were you doing in the sewers instead of coming directly to me?" Sylvanas asked in a sharp tone.
"I was told I had gotten additional orders from you by someone who claimed to be a courier from Undercity, he showed me a letter with your seal so I trusted him."
"And what was his name?" Sylvanas demanded.
"I don't know, a male Sin'dorei, but he never revealed his name," the forsaken responded.
"We will deal with that later, what do you have to report?"
"Well," the forsaken started, "I came to know that a band of necromancers have taken over Zul'Aman, they are using the countless bodies from the sacrifices the trolls made to their gods to raise an undead army, they plan to attack Tranquillien and after that, they march north, I couldn't get too much information on their goal, but I figured it would be best to report as soon as possible."
"That was a good choice, I dont know what they want to do, but they sure as hell are not going to succeed, when will they attack?"
"In three days time my queen."
Sylvanas cursed, "that is way too little time to warn the Blood Elves and get a proper defense ready," she seemed lost in thought.
"Angel, I am going to need help here, I need help getting a defense ready for Tranquillien, I know you are faster than any courier we possess, please go to Light's Hope and warn them of what's going on, their vow to fight the scourge should persuade them to aid us, I will ready our soldiers and ride to Tranquillien as soon as we are ready, hurry, please."
I accepted without hesitation and prepared to fly to Light's Hope with Aelana. Releana offered to help Sylvanas with preparing healing elixers for the soldiers which she gladly accepted. Aelana and I hurried back to the surface before I flew to the Eastern plaguelands, my priestess tightly secured against me.
