wI was beautiful once. The most beautiful woman in Darkshire actually. I had raven black hair, pale skin, and red lips. My eyes were a light auburn. I was something out of a storybook. People had adored me, but never as much as I adored myself. I was so very vain.
Life for me in Darkshire was a dream. I had come of age, and my father had gave me a looking-glass. It was so well crafted, and beautiful that it rivaled my beauty. I kept it by me always. I was supposed to be married to a rich suitor...I loved him so. My brother was to join the Stormwind élite forces known as the S:17 that winter. Life was wonderful.
Then the unthinkable happened. The dead rose from their graves, and killed everyone. My own beloved fell trying to protect me. I fled to my family's cottage with my brother, we were the last of our family.
..:For only a few precious moments I thought we would be safe. That no harm would befall us.
I was wrong.
The risen dead slew my brother, and I. They took my brother's body, I saw as I bled out. My body was burned, but I still lived. I became but a twisted shadow of the woman I once was. I became a wraith.
For a long time I did nothing, my will was not my own. But I was also abandoned. When I finally gained my will, I went to a mirror, to see if I had changed.
When I saw my reflection, I broke the mirror. I was hideous, a monster. In rage I tore my eyes out with my own hands, so that I would never see my hideous face.
As for my looking glass...I buried it behind my family's barn. I didn't need it anymore, my father's gift was a waste.
Ever since then I stayed in my family's cottage. occasionally travelers would come by, seeking shelter. I would try to invite them, but they would run away. All because I was ugly.
Later I found out people gave me a name, Blind Mary. Mothers tell their children to stay away from me, people tell each other rumors of me.
"Poor woman, turned into a wraith."
"I heard she was beautiful once. Shame she's monster now..."
For awhile I believed that I wasn't a monster. I tried to believe that I was still normal. But even as hard as I tried, deep in my mind I knew that I was a monster.
I did come to realize what I was in time. I am a monster. I am Blind Mary, once a beautiful woman, now I am h...hideous! NO, GO AWAY! DON'T LOOK AT ME!