Sylvanas wasn't sure where to begin with what happened to her. Should she say, 'Oh, by the way, I was murdered by the very man who cut down our people to so few?' Or 'I build a kingdom from the ruins of Lorderon?'
Sylvanas shook her head. "You missed… so much… First things first, I was made Ranger-General in Alleria's stead, then…." She trailed off, her hands balled into fists trying her best not to mention the name of that mad prince who killed her.
"I.... I desperately tried to save our people... but... Annar'alah, please don't hate me for this, little moon.." She muttered before walking along the dead scar within Quel'thalas. "Vereesa is the reason why Lirath is dead.... she wanted to train him to fight and she childishly did so behind my back!" She shouted unintentionally adding a bit of her banshee wail to enforce her anger. "I-..." She said with a shocked look. "Ann'da, he's dead.... because of her.." She whispered in thalassian with dust starting to fall from her eyes.
"He was... killed by the orcs who invaded.." She whispered in sadness, glancing at him to where he would get a good view of the dust on her cheeks. "I held him as he died... and it broke me."
Sylvanas stared off into the distance for a moment, as one of her dark rangers who sensed her anger asked if she was alright to which she replied that she was talking to her father and that she would explain later.
The undead high elf blinked before letting out another sigh as she unconsciously fiddled with the sapphire necklace which she always wore. "I... do not know how to tell you this, Ann'da... but... I led our forces to drive back a madman who sought to use our font of power for his twisted end.. he had help from the inside.." She explained before she closed her eyes, mentally reliving her death, when more dust formed.
"I led him away from our homeland and yes, I gloated him every chance I got" She let out a dry chuckle before her smile turned into a frown.
"... and ultimately... suffered the cruelest fate anyone can give.. " She whispered, pulling back her hood so her father had a better look at who- no... what she had become. She shifted her weight in nervousness which was something she did quite often in both life and death.
Her ears twitched, she heard footsteps, and her instincts kicked in. Without missing a beat, she aimed her bow with an arrow she already had loaded, in the direction of the footsteps she heard. Upon seeing who it was, she straightened and let out a soft chuckle along with a smile.
"You know, it is unwise to sneak up on me, Arator." She stated before walking over to her nephew. "Did one of my dark rangers tell you I was here?"
Arator chuckled at his aunt, smiling brightly.
"Yes, I didn't quite get her name though. How do keep track of their names, Aunt Sylvanas?"
Sylvanas shrugged. "I've known them in life, they served under my command."
She remembered the day she met her nephew, she snuck out of Orgrimmar to visit him, despite being Warchief. She had delivered a letter via Sin'dorei courier with directions to a secluded meeting spot. One of many she and her sisters had in Quel'thalas.
Sylvanas walked over to the half-elf and hugged him, to which he returned the gesture. After a few moments of silence, she suddenly remembered her father was talking with her.
The woman glanced at him and then at her nephew.
"I assume my sister told you about your grandfather?" She asked, raising a brow.
Arator's yellow glowing eyes widened as he shifted nervously, something he picked up from his mother, Alleria.
"I've heard stories from my mother and Aunt Vereesa. He was the advisor to King Anastarian before... the second war."
The paladin did a salute of respect since he wasn't sure how he should address his grandfather. "Lord Verath, I've heard so much about you from Minn'da. You were the best advisor in generations! Aunt Vereesa has learned much from you." He chuckled softly, his parents told him his aunt was jokingly called the 'keeper of the peace' of their family as well as his uncle.
He walked forward to his grandfather. "Wh- what are you doing here? I thought you'd be at peace." He asked, curiously.
Sylvanas smiled softly at his caring nature, so much like Alleria. She remembered she was in the middle of a conversation with her father.
"I still have so much to tell you, Ann'da... the Forsaken, becoming Warchief, Zovval- Everything... and... it is not all good things, I fear. But before we do that, have you contacted Alleria and Vereesa yet?"
She asked, furrowing her brow. "Surely they at least filled you in on some of the events..."
Arator briefly zoned out due to his mind swimming with questions to ask his grandfather, but he had to wait patiently before doing so.
