InsaneJournal

Who: Alleria, Sylvanas
What: Aftermath of Sylvanas' dream - talk of bad things.
When: Wednesday Morning
Where: The Windrunner Abode
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, Triggers for fleeting Character Death and the Undead
Status: Complete



Maybe it had been everything that had happened today, but Sylvanas had a nightmare. She watched her homeland burn, she watched people she cared about cut down. She faced an immortal man in one and one combat, and she’d lost.

But she hadn’t been allowed a quick death. She hadn’t been allowed a death at all.

Everything hurt. Her body, her mind, her heart, her soul was in agony. Her eyes flashed open, bright red in the darkness. She let out a shriek that shattered glass throughout the apartment.

And then she stopped breathing.

Sylvanas had snuggled into bed with Alleria that night, mainly because it had been the most horrible day ever, and Alleria was in an extremely bad mood. That mood was not at all improved when she awoke from her own nightmares to the sound of screaming and glass shattering.

She turned over in the bed to check on her sister immediately, then stared at her when she realised how pale she was. She wasn't breathing. Alleria's hands started shaking, "No. NO! Damn you, Sylvie..."

CPR. She tried to remember the training she'd taken when she was younger, and went through the regular motions. Tears were rimming her eyes and her hands were still shaking, but her only focus was on not giving up. She'd fight for her sister's life tooth and nail if she had to.

Sylvanas' chest rose and fell with each bit of air from Alleria. Her blood forced through her veins, her heart resisting the demand to beat. It was as though Sylvanas didn't want to come back.

Only she did, she desperately did because what waited for her on the other side was so terrible she would do anything to prevent it.

With a shaky cry and raspy gasp, Sylvanas returned to the world of the living. What she'd seen faded immediately, but the memories from the dream proper remained. She clung to Alleria, tears bursting from her eyes as she started to cry in huge, wracking sobs.

"Oh God... oh God..." Alleria clung to her sister almost painfully, her own body giving way to sobs, "Don't you EVER do that to me AGAIN..."

She rocked Sylvanas back and forth in her arms, not bothering to hide her own tears. That had been close. It had been so close. She'd almost lost her, and Alleria didn't know what she'd DO if she lost her sister.

"Arthas!" Sylvanas hissed. It sounded like a strangled cry. She heard Alleria's voice, and then clung to her through her sobs. Alleria had been dead there. She'd been gone and all she'd had of her was a necklace, and Arthas wouldn't let her join her sister. Instead he... instead...

"There were so many of them. They just kept coming. They burned the forest, half the city. They tainted the Sunwell. I couldn't stop him. He didn't let me die."

Alleria rubbed her sister's back while she searched her memories for someone named Arthas, or anything about someone tainting the sunwell. She had no memory of any of that, and obviously hadn't dreamed it yet.

"Who? Was it more orcs? I hate orcs..." Alleria growled. She wanted to find this Arthas and cut his still beating heart out of his chest for what he'd done, and she didn't even know the guy.

"Worse. Worse than orcs. The dead, Alleria. They were walking corpses, and he bent their wills to his own." She grew disquieted, "He bent my will. He tortured me, he killed me and ripped my soul back into the world and he bent me to his will. But he didn't take my mind. He wanted me to watch. He wanted me to suffer. He wasn't human anymore. He was something else."

"... An army of the dead?" Alleria had never heard of such a thing, or dreamed of it. That might explain why it was she didn't recognize anything else Sylvanas was speaking of - there must have been some war she wasn't a part of.

But this Arthas. This Arthas. If she knew this man in their day to day lives, she would already be hunting him down. She squeezed Sylvanas again, and then shook her head, "I don't have dreams about that. How was that even possible? How many necromancers would it have taken to raise such a force? That man should have paid a thousandfold for what he did to you. Tell me you have a memory of that."

"You were gone. Through the Dark Portal. Dead. It was destroyed." Sylvanas shook her head, clinging to her sister even more tightly, "I think it was him. It was just him. There was a plague. And demons. Something calling itself Archimonde was giving him orders. The Sunwell was destroyed to raise someone named Kel'Thuzad from the dead. I think Kel'Thuzad was the one who was trying to summon this Archimonde into our world."

She lifted her head, but couldn't look her sister in the eyes, "I don't know. The last thing I remember was mocking Arthas. He was ordered to destroy Dalaran. There was someone there that he once loved."

"I had a dream I made a wish on a coin in Dalaran..." Alleria whispered. Her voice sounded troubled. She'd died? She'd gone through a portal and left her sisters alone? That didn't sound like her. Why would she have done that?

Demons? Portals through the Sunwell? Archimonde? It all sounded like it should be familiar, but at the same time it sounded like her sister was speaking an entirely different language.

"I don't know ... I don't know what to think about all of this." She finally admitted.

"What did you wish?" Sylvanas changed the subject. She felt suddenly chilled.

"I wished on a silver piece... it was the only one I had left in my pocket," Alleria frowned. She was still clinging to her sister, and had no intention of letting go anytime soon, "May my sisters realize their full potential, the name Windrunner known as result of their deeds."

Working her throat, Sylvanas nodded her head. That sounded... foreboding, and filled her with dread, "Somehow I think your wish came true."

"...I don't remember why I made that wish, or when," Alleria admitted. But it did sound foreboding, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know, "I don't think I meant it in a bad way. I wanted you both to be successful and make our family proud."

"I just wanted to see you again, one more time," Sylvanas admitted. It sounded weak, but she didn't care. It was Alleria. No one else would be allowed to see her weak.

"I'm sorry I wasn’t there, Sylvie..." Alleria didn't know what else to say. She didn't know why she'd gone through a portal or where she'd gone after that. She didn't know if she died there, wherever it was.

"I'm glad you weren't. He would have done the same to you. Ally, what he did to my soul... I'd rather see you dead!"

"You don't know that! Maybe together we would have stood a chance! We could have organized or... We're better together than we are, apart. Even if you were the Ranger General, I wasn't without skill." Alleria sounded confident, but really she had no idea if it would have worked that way or not. She'd never seen an army of undead before.

She just didn't like the idea that her sister was left alone to face her fate. She hissed, "I just should have been there. To protect you, to do something, or... you shouldn't have had to go through that alone."

"It had nothing to do with skill! They just kept coming, they didn't tire, they were endless. And his sword, it sucked their souls...it took mine. The King..."

Sylvanas rested her head in Alleria's lap, "We thought your sacrifice was the end of it all."

Alleria stroked her fingers through Sylvanas' hair, "I don't know if it was, or wasn't. I only dream about Turalyon, and our family's death, and a stupid wish on a coin."

Sylvanas closed her eyes. Her skin had darkened a little bit, almost hard to notice, and it had seemed to drop a degree in temperature, "Pray that's all you dream about. I don’t think we led easy lives."