Introduction
A young high elf, slouching from her effort to walk, strode though the land of Eversong, or whatever was left of it. Corpses littered the ground, blood splattered the grass and trees, and the ground was turned black from the death that had walked upon it's surface. Every inch of the once beautiful land was covered in the remnants of death, and no light could shine on this most appalling place.
her eyes were half closed, partially from tiredness and partially from grieving. The hope that had once filled her was gone, never to be seen again, lost within the battle that had taken place upon the very soil of which she walked. She walked slowly, taking in everything that had happened to her home, the place she had lived all of her life, which was now ruined. Nothing would ever be the same, everything was different now.
All she had trained for, all she had ever done for her people, was all wasted now. There was nothing left to do, nothing left to fight for. The very home she had lived in was ruined, its remains scattered among the ruined city. She was alone, surrounded by the memories, of what used to be, what could have been, what should have been.
Everything had been so wonderful, she was certain to have had a bright future. She would have been the best fighter in all the land, with all of Quel'thalas honoring her name. She would have been the best ranger there could have been, perhaps even the second in command to the ranger general. But all of that was gone, wasted in one little war that had ruined her future.
She picked her way among the dead, being careful not to harm any of her brethren further. The only reason she was there, was to prove it to herself, to prove that everything did happen, and that it hadn't been some silly nightmare of hers. But here she was, surrounded by the truth.
She slouched even lower, misery clear in her high elven features. All was lost. there was no hope. This was all that ran through her once bright and cheerful mind, which was now dark and hopeless.
A twig snapped in the distance, and she looked up in alarm. In front of her, only thirty feet at the most, was a walking corpse, its body twisted and covered in pieces of gore and flesh, the only thing keeping it together being strips of linen wrapped tightly around its mangled body.
It groaned, and looked around. Its attention went to her, and it growled as it ran over to confront her. The high elf growled in return, pure hatred filling her, as she quickly picked up her bow and aimed an arrow at where its heart would be. She pulled back with all her strength, her accuracy perfect, and shot the arrow, losing her footing from the force of the shot and falling back into the muddy ground.
She gasped as she hit the blood soaked ground and quickly got up, only to see the undead running towards her with a huge chunk of flesh missing from the middle of his chest. She groaned in annoyance, it was too close to use her bow. She grabbed a dagger from her belt and began slashing at the beast's disfigured body as it came to stand in front of her.
The thing must of had no brain, because it easily allowed her to get behind it and she quickly decapitated it, killing it for good. As its head fell to the ground she stood back gasping, half expecting the thing to rise up and fight again. But it lay still, lifeless for good. She regained her strength, and began to loot the creature.
What she found was most interesting, and heartbreaking for her. In the creatures clutches was a necklace, with a heart shaped pendant hanging from a gold chain. She picked up the necklace and held it close to her chest, hot tears falling from her eyes. She truly had lost everything.
After a minute of crying, she wiped the grime from the pendant and tied the necklace around her neck, then stood, still clutching the pendant. She hung her head down, and closed her eyes.
As the tears on her face dried, she whispered one last thing before leaving "I will avenge your death, my beloved sister. I promise you. Your death shall not have been in vain."