The pain is was so great, is still so great... The Zerg... have they claimed my life this time?
The darkness is so great here, the emptiness is maddening. I feel as if I am floating... in an endless void... It's quiet... I am ashamed... I did not die the way I had hoped. I died at the hands of a Zerg, me, being such a power warrior; I was unable to fight back. My blades... though they had never failed me before, failed me now. In the mist of combat... they failed me...
Wake up.
I have failed my brothers. Why did I have to die? At least... I believe that I'm dead... aren't I? I must be. This must be death. What else could it be? It couldn't be anything else... The memory keeps playing back in my mind... how I died... one Hydralisk... that was all. No more, no less. A lone assassin sent to kill, murder in cold blood without honor. But, then again, what honor could the Zerg have? How could such a race exists? Who could create such a creature? What is their purpose, their meaning for being?
You need to wake up.
What the Zerg do is so unreasonable. They move from world to world, slaughtering anything that comes in their wake, infesting those who are strong in their eyes. They are like ants, a swarm of ants, and in the middle of that swarm a queen, the higher power who controls all. We tried to kill this power but... it revived it self instantly... it came back unscaved... how is it possible? Just what are these Zerg? What possible power could they hold? What are they?
Why won't you wake up?
Voices... who are they...? They keep speaking to me, telling me to wake up. I am awake, aren't I? Who are you? What do you want? So cold here... why is it so cold? They keep speaking to me...
Wake up. I am...
You need to wake up. Why?
Please. I'll try...
There was light, so blinding. I try to raise my hand to cover it... but I can't move... My body won't listen... So bright... My eyes... I can... see? I look around at my surroundings. Protoss... My brothers... My sisters... all starring at me... some faces were filled with hope, some filled with worry, and others filled with relief... I try to focus my mind to speak to them... but I can't concentrate...
One of my sisters raises a hand and shakes her head, "Do not try to speak... Your body is still in shock."
Shock...? Am I alive? Is that what she is trying to tell me? I'm... Alive...?
A look of sympathy spreads over her face, "You've been asleep for some time now. Glad to see the procedure was a success."
I concentrate as hard as I possibly can and manage to project one word from my mind, "What-?"
She looks surprised for a split second and then joy spreads over her slender figure, "You were severely injured by a Zerg in the Temple. Some zealots found your body scarred and mangled. It was thought you wouldn't survive the procedure, but you ended up living up to your reputation, Fenix."
Fenix...? Yes... that was my name wasn't it? It seems that it has been so long since I've heard it...
"What procedure...?" I question.
Mental laughter could be publicly heard from her for a second, "We were able to salvage what was left of your body and turn you into a dragoon."
A dragoon? I was able to turn my 'head' slightly... where my arms and legs should has been were spider like legs. I was a dragoon. So this was all that was left of me. This is what my fait has leaded me to be. But it was still so cold...Would it always be this cold? So be it. I will live my life as what I am, a Dragoon. And I shall carry on what must be done.
I am awake now.