World of Warcraft: The Untold Story (Book One)

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My heart tingles as our lips press against each other. I have loved only one man in my past and I don't even remember what happened. All I remember is being alone for so long. These feeling is intense and terrifying. Will Nigel disappear too?

"You're not leaving me, right?" I ask, leaning back.

"And where should I go? Anywhere away from you is a like a sword through my chest. Im not going away and neither will you, my lady." Nigel says.

"You can call me Sylvanas you know?" I say, laughing.

Alendria please forgive me for allowing my emotions to get the better of me. I'm sorry to kiss your lost lover, but I believe I hold feelings for him. I haven't felt this way in a very long time. Forgive Nigel for his confession, he is only being honest. You are gone, but not forgotten nor will you have be.

Nigel brushes his fingers through my silky soft hair. Suddenly, the doors open and smack against the walls. Both our heads turn faster than you can blink your eyes. Vernal has entered the room, frozen in place he stares at the two of us.

"My apologizes, my Queen. I did not mean to intrude, but we have taken control of the town you spoke of. Not only that but we have also taken hostages. Would you like me to wait outside?" Vernal informs me.

"No need, Vernal. You have already seen us. We shall move forth together. Lead the way." I say, standing up.

Nigel and I follow Vernal throughout the halls and into the courtyard. There is a refreshing breeze that breaches my chilling face as we step outside.

"I had gathered a flock of horses on my voyage as well. Here are two of the best, my lady." Vernal says, handing me and Nigel a set of reins.

We all climb onto our steeds and gallop off. The town is a short distance away, it took us about five minutes to reach our destination. We jump off our mounts and tie them to a post. The town is a great setup for an outpost. A well-sized graveyard intrigues me. A few buildings to store supplies and shops in. And a great home for travelers and someone special.

Senna deserves a place to stay, this should do once we get things moving. Great things are to come to those who wait. Many believe I am a beacon of death, but I offer new opportunities for those who open their eyes and see the truth.

"We're gonna need to populate this town somehow." Nigel says.

"I reckon that graveyard as corpses that we can bring back to live. However, they will be skeletons. As for the hostages, after questioning them I shall convert them." I say.

"I'll station some guards here then." Vernal insists.

"Excellent work, Vernal. Did you see any other settlements?" I say, wondering.

"We found interesting layouts, my Queen. There is a place north of here and a place to the east and west. Matter of fact there is even some kind of monastery in the north eastern part of the land. However, it was infested with humans. They looked well-organized and stronger than the ones we fought here. To the west a tad bit off from this land is a forest that we could reinvest in. It looks quite promising." Vernal replies, with pride.

"Send guards to each empty settlement to keep watch. Then we'll need to escort the new recruits to their homes. As that takes place you are free to rest." I say.

Vernal nods his head and rides off.

"This is a nice place, what should be it's name?" Nigel asks.

"I was going to ask you the same thing." I reply, smirking.

"Eh... I was thinking of the name Brill. It sounds cool, ya know?" Nigel says, chuckling.

I laugh along and shake my head at his foolishness.

"Sennett, I call out to you and your sisters." I say, looking to the night sky.

The stars filling the darkness, shining down upon us. A gazing light appears in the clouds, seeming to move closer and closer. It is Sennett and her sisters.

"It is good to see you all again." I say, looking at the four of them.

Agatha, Daschla, Arthura, and Sennett greet me by bowing their heads. I haven't seen Sennett's sisters in ages.

"Are his things with our little friend, Arthura?" I ask.

"He is gathering his strength and empowering his army. He awaits your return. Most days he speaks of you highly, wishing he had just killed you along with your family." Arthura says.

"I would never let that bastard defile her again." Agatha implies.

"The final dreadlord, Varimathras, still lives. Why? Sylvanas, you are aware of the risks. Be careful, child." Daschla says.

"Varimathras has remained loyal so far, but I have my eye on him. Anyhow, I called you three here to offer you a place in the Undercity." I say.

"We already stand with you, Sylvanas. For the Forsaken!" Agatha says.

"Forever and always, my Queen." Daschla states.

"My answer will never change, my lady. Loyal to you I shall always remain. However, I will come and go in order to keep watch of the Lich King." Arthura says.

"Thank you, friends. You see this graveyard? I was hoping we could resurrect the corpses and convert them over to our allies." I say.

"I'll see it done, my lady." Sennett replies.

The four of them fly high above the graveyard. Together they join hands and hurl bolts of light within their circle. Moments later they cast out their beautiful dark magic. Swirling lashes of purple voids strike into the graves, shaking them like an earthquake is occurring. The lashes fade and the ground rumbles.

Hands pierce through the hallowed ground and my newest recruits rise up from the dead. Examining themselves they notice they aren't dreaming and this is all real. However, they are skeletons due to them being buried for so long decay caught up with them.

"I am your queen, my name is Sylvanas. You shall address me as your Banshee Queen or as your lady. I have given you life once more. I stand here as your creator and the leader of the Forsaken. Will you stand with me as we conquer these lands together?" I announce.

"We stand with you, my lady! The defiler of death! For the Forsaken! For the Banshee Queen!" A man shouts.

"For the Forsaken!" The rest of them chant.

"The man that spoke first please step forward and address who you are." I command.

From the back of the line a skeleton with spiked armor walks up to me. About two feet away he kneels.

"Samuel Jenkins, my Queen." He says.

"Samuel, I put you in charge of the skeletons forces of the Forsaken. Can I trust you?" I say, bending down and getting inches from his face.

"Ultimately, my lady. You needn't to worry." Samuel assures me.

Samuel rises up and turns to his troops.

"Nigel, send them to the town up north." I say, looking at him.

"Yes, my lady. See you shortly." Nigel says.

Nigel leads the hundred of skeletons to the town he spoke of. Meanwhile, I resided to my quarters for a good night's rest. That's if I can get any tonight. Lately I haven't been in luck...