From Dark.
Feruthiel walked along the deep wooded paths of Feralas her mind at war with itself, her robes were torn hanging from her thin frame, she brushed her lank hair from her eyes and looked up at the sky.
A hissing voice came out from the back of her mind "Lay the trap punish their minds and take their souls for us!". Her eyes flashed green once again and Feruthiel found her tired legs moving of their own accord, striding with the purpose and grace she had always maintained throughout her long life.
Another voice came to her barely more than a whisper "Remember…".
Feruthiel looked around at the surrounding forest her eyes once again their usual pale silver though wide and terrified "Weak!" the powerful voice hit her again with such force she almost stumbled but once again she was forced to walk on making for some distant and all too familiar ruins.
As she found her way to the arena of Dire maul she felt a strong urge to fling herself into the fighting pit ending this pitiful existence "no..! you have yet to serve!" the voice stopped Feruthiel on the edge of the precipice.
Her mind fought itself to a standstill and as it fought she tumbled from the high stone.
Utter darkness pressed in on the priestess and dimly she was aware of being chained with bright green metal, before her a pair of dark purple eyes opened "Even if your body is destroyed you will serve us in the afterlife". The formless voice seemed to echo all around her menace dripping from every syllable. "You will abandon your friends, those you love and your kin… They will all fall. One. By. One."
Sorrow and despair gripped Feruthiel like ice, in her minds eye images of each of the vanguard past and present flickered past.
"Fight child…" The soft voice spoke again and through the darkness a dim silvery glow was to be seen its brightness stabbing at her vision. "You must fight for your friends but also you must fight for yourself". The kindness in the voice enveloped her like a warm blanket and the silvery glow silenced the darkness "open your eyes and look into your past take the strength you need and then fight!". Feruthiel did as she was asked and her mouth fell open in shock what she looked upon could not be possible.
As she gazed in wonder she ached for what she saw every fibre of her being longing for those moments of pure bliss.
"You will have those moments again in time…but for now you have a battle to wage"
She felt a pair of warm lips against her forehead and the light faded.
Feruthiel awoke on the floor of the arena her already weak body feeling as though she had fought a dozen battles.
"Lay the trap elf!" The forceful voice was back and once again her eyes glowed green "You will obey!"
As Feruthiel stood and worked her magic her mind began the work of blocking out this being. She only hoped that the vanguard were strong enough to cope with whatever this being had in mind.
It's venomous voice purred with delight at her work. "That's it. When they come slay them"
As a shadowy figure began to take shape from her shadow magic she whispered two words to it.
"Warn them."
Her work complete the foul force that had captured her mind compelled her to leave and prepare for survivors.