Author's Note: Its my first time sharing a story of mine so I hope you enjoy it.
Introduction- Her broken will
Isarla Dawnsong found herself surrounded by total darkness for the first time in a very long time. She knew exactly what was happening, that she was floating in the black abyss of death, and simply let the emptiness carry her through her life thus far.
She had lived a long and hard life to this point. And every point in her life thus far was met with a fiery will to fight on. Only now did she find it difficult to summon up that will. A will that was fueled by her pride in her own abilities, a sense of honor in serving the Horde, and a deep hate of those that had taken from her.
The first memory that came to her was a recent one. She was waking up in Deepholm after accepting the fact that she was going to be killed by the energies within her body. The remnants of Fel energy from her early life had always interfered with light within her, but with more training she had always managed to compensate for that weakness.
When she went to the Outlands however, that one little remnant had suddenly flared to life and threatened to consume her. It was only by her determination to control the energy that she was able to keep it at bay for so long. But it fed off her negative emotions and grew stronger, even after she left the Outlands and continued to serve the Horde.
But in Deepholm, in a place where she was surrounded by pure elemental energy, she lost her control over the battle within her soul and was going to be torn apart. Her determination would not save her, and so she she finally let go and prepared for the first time in her life to die.
It was only by luck that as she gave up and blacked out, she was found by Maruut Stonebinder. He truly did save her life that day, for he brought the chaotic energy within her under control by draining the excess from her body. And when she came to again, he told her to seek out the Earthen Ring should the Fel energy within her rise again, so it may be drained again.
It was the first time she felt as if she had failed herself. The first time in her life that she knew she would have to depend on someone else. Her pride was shattered.
Second, she saw the massacre at Thal'darah Grove, which took place years before Deepholm. Back then, she thought that the Horde had a deep sense of honor that every member was held to. Thal'darah changed that.
After Krom'gar destroyed the grove, she found herself conflicted. Sure, many Night Elves, who she normally considered her enemy, had been lost but technically they were all too young to be members of the Alliance. So hadn't she just killed a bunch of innocent children? Where was the honor in that? Why couldn't they have just taken the Night Elves captive? Why did they have to be killed?
And to make matters worst, the Cliffwalker clan, a Tauren clan and thus an ally to the Horde, had just about been destroyed by Krom'gar. The loss of life that day had been so great it continued to shock her to her core. It was the first time her honor as a member of the Horde had been shaken. And since then, her honor continued to be shook.
As she grew stronger, the tasks given to her Garrosh Hellscream grew darker. She eventually became the same as Krom'gar. She became a killer, the one Hellscream sent in when he wanted to ensure no one walked away but his men. And with that realization, her honor was corrupted.
Finally, she found herself back in Silvermoon as a child, breaking bones and tearing limbs in her training as a Blood Knight. The final source of her will, her hate, was strongest then because the wounds were the freshest then.
Her parents were killed by the Scourge and thus she despised Arthus, her brother driven to madness by Fel energy so she came the hate Kael'thas, and her one and only friend killed by a Night Elf sentry. She had been so full of hate then.
Now however, she found all her hate gone. She had played a role in the fall and death of both Kael'thas and Arthus. She had killed so many Night Elves now, it felt as if it had all lost meaning.
Her hate was sated.
And her will was broken.
And yet she had continued to fight on, for no other reason then because Hellscream kept calling on her. But she wanted it to end.
She wanted to stop fighting and just live a peaceful life like when she retired. She missed waking to the sounds of birds singing their morning songs. She missed sipping her tea out in the front yard and watching nature just run it course. She even missed the days where she found herself sparing with a group of misfit blood elf younglings because it was the only way to get them to leave so she could enjoy her peace.
Unfortunately though, the world was always at war and all it took was one group becoming a bigger threat then everyone else for the drafts to be reenacted.
Deathwing's rise tore her away from her comfy little shake on Sunstrider Isle and lead her back to Orgrimmar for her orders. She had been reinstated, received her old rank, and began doing the Horde's will again. She became a killer again.
And now, as she floated between life a death, she couldn't find the strength anymore to get up and fight again. She just wanted to rest. She wanted to hang her sword and shield up permanently. At least with death she could be free of the Horde. She knew death couldn't offer her the peace she wanted, as she would have to face her past and the sins it carried, but it was almost better to die and face those sins then live and let more sins pile onto the ones she already carried.
And so, she just gave up and let the darkness of death begin to take her. But just when she was about to sink completely to the darkness she felt something change. Something had a hold of her and was pulling her back towards the light, and further away from her death.
Confused at first, she tried to fight it and return to the darkness but she didn't have the strength.
Something else apparently had the will to save her regardless of her wishes. And Isarla would have a few words for them when she found out who they were.
But first, she needed to deal with the pain and the exhaustion she felt coming as she was brought back to her now broken body.
Author's Note: Please review and be honest with your opinion. Should I continue or just take this down?
