A/N: Okay this story is about my blood elf hunter who becomes a death knight. Not really any pairings except with another blood elf rogue named Vynlan. ocxoc I guess you could say. There will be some small thing between Arthas and Seliela but nothing major a lich King doesn't seem very romantic I would think.

Disclaimer: Might as well get it out of the way. I do not own anything except my characters and some of the plot.

Prelude

Seliela got up from her position on the cold granite floor, or was it marble? She wasn't sure, she was dressed in a black robe her long white hair falling behind her back. She stood fully on shaky legs her eyes looking around, in front of her she saw a man in silver armor covered in skulls.

His eyes were a bright blue and stared at her emotionlessly. She felt something in the core of her being. Something drawing her to this…man? No he wasn't man, he was her master. The Lich king. She cocked her head in interest and looked around unsure of herself. "Your will is not your own," The Lich king said to her. "You will serve me now Seliela and become my champion. You last life has no meaning to you know, now kneel to your master."

Seliela dropped to one knee lowering her head to her master. Her core cried out for her to submit to the lich king's will. Her last life was barely there, she couldn't even really feel the arcane magic that used to consume her, the addiction to it. Now all she felt was dark power radiating from her core, strong magic. She was one of the wilderness she remembered that. She was a hunter; she had a black raptor as a companion and her old lover? She was a master of bow and sword and was a champion of Silvermoon, how was she turned into this?

"Go to our weapon smith and learn to fashion a sword," the Lich king said while smirking at his newest death knight, one he had hope would succeed from his reports she was a champion of Silvermoon and an amazing fighter. Now she belonged to him, she would fight for him as his champion. He actually hoped she would become on of his greatest. "He will tell you what to do from here on," Arthas said with a smirk.

"As you command, my master, "Seliela said and waited for his dismissal. She got up and walked away to fined the weapon smith. Now she would relearn everything. As his Death knight. She would serve her master for everything about her craved her submission to him. The dark magic radiating to him. It felt so weird and binding, her last life as fragments and her new "life" as a new beginning? She wasn't so sure, she guessed she would go with the flow for now. She would be loyal to the man who created her and stopped the addiction.

Even as a child she felt the thirst for the arcane everything was calling for it. As a child she survived the attack on the sunwell. Her parents died, but she did not remember their faces or any feeling of love, she felt nothing, but a desire to serve her master and slaughter humans. It was so strange to feel so empty yet so complete.