I was once a druid. I was part of a prophecy. I was suppose to save my people. I had the power of nature.
I had a wonderful twin sister. She was to become a priest.
My lover was a proud brave warrior. He was reckless and wonderfull. We were to be married.
That was all before death came.
That damned bastard Arthas came and attacked. I was too foolish. I tried in vain to save the village. I would not listen to the commander. I knew this would be my last stand.
I was killed. Murdered.
But, he didn't leave me there to rot. He twisted my body, mind, heart and soul. I became one of the few powerful death knights.
But, I regained my free will.
The death knights were free.
But, what of sister, or my lover? I heard that he fell in battle as well. Please, Elune, don't let him walk the Earth as an undead. Please, help my sister. She is blind and needs me. Tell her where I am.
Listen traveler, be wary. Live life to the fullest. Love the people who surround you. Because... one day...
When death comes...
So that one shot was on my death knight, Darkblossom. That was her backround story. BTW the prophecy is NOT real.. I made that up.
I don't own World of Warcraft. Blizzard does.
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