Theme Song: 'Colors of the Wind' –Disney's Pocahontas
The title does not mean the one you are used to. Poe was a creeper. I'm glad he's dead. Gorey is much better.
The story means nothing either. Or, rather, don't read too much into it. I kind of expected to get the nerdy ones who will bug me about the spelling of names. All the names of famous characters I get from wowwiki. com All the lore I get from there too. If you do wish to make such a long and rather annoying comment about how I spell things and how I describe things at least have an account here so I can contact you, or leave your email address. I won't yell, I'll just make my case. Any comments that detail things and do not in turn have a way to contact me will be duly ignored. Enjoy the story for what it is and good day to you all.
Prologue
White…everything was white…and silent. Kael'thas turned around and saw that, in this space of nothingness, there was a gate…a gate made from bones. Dragon bones, Orc bones, human bones…every race on Azeroth was there in their most decayed from. In fact, now that he looked closer, it was a skeletal representation of the Dark Portal. Yes, the Dark Portal, now he remembered. He remembered everything, the Legion, the Mana Forges, Illidan, The Sunwell, even…his own death. He looked down at his side, just under his left arm there was a rent, but no blood gushed forth, it looked like a medical incision.
"So I am dead. I must be or I wouldn't be here." He thought.
"Prince Kael'thas."
Kael looked up. There was an angel standing on top of the gate. But this angel was unlike any he had ever seen or heard of. This angel was black, had four wings and carried a massive scythe.
"Prince Kael'thas," It said, its voice ringing through his ears, etching into his veins, "Your time is not up."
Kael looked up at the angel.
"I died. I died and my home was all but destroyed. Please, just let this end." He said.
This was more out of wanting to be done with the whole Kil'jaeden affair then an actual resignation. Sure he would have liked to live, but with things as they were now…
"Your time is not up Prince Kael'thas. You must make things right. Your people need you."
"My people have abandoned me! Send me to Hell for all I care just let it be done!"
"Your time is not up!" the angel boomed.
It swung the scythe and everything went dark. The next thing Kael'thas knew, he was screaming in excruciating pain as his Blood Knights held him down and a shaky healer did his best to sew the rent in his side. He couldn't bear it, he passed out.