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One Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty Three.

My eyes opened, I let out a deep sigh, the sounds of screeching to my side, the portal was closing as it always does, how had I gotten myself into this mess? Was I to be trapped here for all time? Will I eventually be driven to the point of insanity as those in Suramar were?..

No point in wondering on this subject, we knew what we had to do, I looked over to the undead, Ithandru I used to call him, there was no point in using names anymore however, our minds were linked as if we were the same person, every action I made he knew before I would do it and was able to act accordingly, we nodded to eachother and made our way towards the walled city, we stood by it for a portion of time before a catapult had eventually broken down a hole in the side of it, allowing us to enter.

There was little point in trying anymore, we had exhausted roughly every different variation of attack, we had recruited an entire block of citizens to help us, we had negotiated with the undead, we had been risen as ghouls and attacked that way, there was no variable that allowed us to get to the necromancer with adequate mana to be able to face him ourselves, no amount of training could matter, our brains might remember, but our muscles forget.

But something had felt different this time.. As if the air was brighter, almost like there was just a glimpse of light as the scourge were raiding the city.. But this was never here before, no matter pondering it, we had to make our way back to the center of the block and begin fighting before the guards were all slaughtered, there were always so few scourge here, it seemed they had cared more for the throne and center of the city rather than the outskirts, which is just where we had to be.

Interesting, there were more guards this time around, they seemed more invigorated than usual, but the ghouls were still fighting the last two remaining down at the bottom of the staircase, they were able to take care of them, we had to take care of the two knights which were going to flank us in thirty four seconds, I looked to Ithandru and nodded to him again, my magic did not fare well against them, we had found that the best thing I was able to manage against them with was simple a conjured blade and shield.

I looked to the two pieces of equipment the guards held and imprinted them into my memory, and began forming icy figures of their very armor, sword, and shields, I hunkered down behind the one building as I prepared to strike, with Ithandru being the bait as he was casting a fireball.

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The first knight rounded the corner and stared at Ithandru for a moment, letting out a low growl as he let out a ghastly scream, clomp clomp, clomp clomp, clomp clomp, the second knight began making his way to us with his horse, we had little time to deal with the first knight.

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I raised my arm to the knight, a good offense is a good defense, took that a bit too literally as the armor I was wearing splintered into thousands of icy shards, sharper than the tip of a dagger, they pierced the knights

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Armor, he looked back to me as what was basically thousands of thorns were entrenched in him, it was more to distract than it was to actually hurt, Ithandru had finished casting Famrlrar Pyroblast and launched it to the knight’s leg, tripping him over onto his knee.

So.. confused, what is happening? I have not felt this since I entered and lost it, how is it back? Have I finally lost my mind? I could smell it.. The perfume, it wasn’t close but I could smell it from a mile away, I could picture the purple strands of hair and th--

This was merely to buy us time as the one on the unholy horse had rounded the corner, wielding a broadsword with eyes of ice, a glowing blue that you could feel staring at your soul, I always seemed to have a better chance against him, presumably due to--

She can’t be here... this can’t be her, she doesn’t feel like this, she didn’t feel like this, how would she be here? Why would anyone come looking for us? How did anyon--

My limited training against the knights of stormwind, in case there was ever a problem that arose that required me to have the knowledge to fight one equipped with a steed.

The mounted knight charged at me, and the one standing on the ground wielding a greatsword launched what I can only describe as a screaming skull of undeath at Ithandru, I squeezed onto my blade as I prepared to block the first broadsword strike, it always hurts, my arm becomes sore after this, but there is no way to dodge this attack that allows me to be in the correct position. It slowly began hitting me, the link that we had once shared, but how..? I can’t continue thinking about this, limited time. I blocked the attack from the broadsword and was sent flying to the ground, the steed was now above me, he seemed to point his sword at me and prepare to stab, I rolled underneath the stomach of the skeletal horse, quickly stabbing my sword through the ribcage and into the knight’s leg, lodging it stuck between two ribs, disallowing him to yank himself off, I then conjured another sword as I pushed myself up and away from the knight, looking over to Ithandru, holding his own, happily the greatsword was quite dodgeable, and fireballs quick.

I slinged my right arm to the side as I quickly conjured another blade, this one a bit sharper than the other, though this would also mean the slightest bit more... shatterable, I squeezed to the handle tightly, losing grip could mean the end of it.

Purple strands of hair had rounded the corner, I could hear her voice, her voice... her, she was here, how was she here, she can’t be here, not trapped with us, no, no, this isn’t possible, it’s been years, how could she be here now, why is she here now, light I can’t have her in trouble, I could see her face, it was in the distance, I had to focus on the knight for now but I was too distracted by simply her existence, a highly noticeable strike by the broadsword i had missed, it had cut deep into my back, no major parts of my internals were struck but it was pain surging through me, how could I have missed the attack, four one thousands variations I have known of it and dodged it...

No matter, I turned around after being struck and stumbling forwards, raising my shield to block a second strike, the knight could tell that i had been distracted momentarily though unsure what from, he took the opportunity to have his horse charge through me again, attempting to topple me to the ground which it nearly had though not quite...

He had not stopped going in that direction, he was running from the fight, where was he goi--

Oh goddess, he was charging to her, where was she, was she safe, did she see him, please, no

All I could hear before I had rounded the corner was a yelp, and maniacal laughter, followed by the sound of hooves upon stone, moving away... away.... Further away.

I turned the corner

Crimson pooled at the streets, purple strands of hair were cut, a deep gash across the stomach, I could barely feel my own legs, I could barely hear myself think or the words I was yelling as I ran to the near lifeless body, it was her, it was her oh goddess how was it her, I cradled her in my arms and the world continued feeling further away from me, I had lost all feeling in my body by this point, all that I could feel was the shivering body I held in my arms, I rocked back and forth, I tried to seal it with ice but there was nothing I could do, the wound was too deep, the bleeding was internal as much as it was external, not even a healer would help this, her perfume, she still wore it... but the smell of iron was now weighing heavily over it.

I held you in my arms yet again as you fell lifeless, was this my own personal hell I wondered, was this how the cycle would end, was I finally free after you had finally found your way to me and died?

I wondered all of this as the knight had slain Ithandru and slowly made his way towards me, I could barely hear his footsteps or the cries from my friend, all of it was white noise, I stared into her eyes as she gripped my arm and fell limp, her eyes I could stare at for hours.. I could barely feel as the knight put his blade in front of me and slowly dragged it across... all I could do was squeeze her tightly.

One Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty Four.

My eyes opened, I let out a deep sigh, the sounds of screeching to my side, the portal was closing as it always does, I looked over to the undead, Ithandru, I knew what I had to do.

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