Life. Such a glorious thing. Alexstrasza had loved it. But now she only looked to see a barren land. She had once been full of life. There were many newborns, yet many deaths. Even through wars, life still existed. In her life she had met many heroes. They had done much to keep the world alive, to banish the evil that was taking it away. But now, it was the end. The Bronze dragon flight had predicted when this would end. Life and death for them, was mere idea, which would be swallowed up by the flow of time. As the world grew older, life started to diminish. She could feel it. People would disappear, leaving her empty. Slowly, one by one, those lives ended. One by one, her kin fell. The only life she could feel was her own.
It was the final day. The cold wind blew nothing. There was nothing left. In the ruins, know as Uduar, someone stirred. He did not feel, yet he knew it was time. Algalon stood there for a minute, and exhaled slowly. He put a hand on his own personal world. The replica, which had once been active, but now glowing dim, a sad dark blue. "It is the end," He said.
Alexstrasza watched as the world crumbled. She did not feel a loss. It had been lost for a long time. There was nothing left. What was once home, was now rock. It was time for her now. Alexstrasza slowly closed her eyes and slowly faded. She was gone now. That last spark of life was gone.