This is a World of Warcraft fanfic that follows the story of a character named Vaier I play on the Argent Dawn RP server. He's a Death Knight, hence the name of the story. I'm rating it M for safety, since I'm really not sure exactly where it's gonna go. So read and review, if you have any suggestions or anything you'd like to see in the story send an email my way and I might wind up putting it in. This is just the epilogue, more to follow shortly.
Disclaimer: Blizzard owns World of Warcraft and all the lore behind it and I won't be making any cash-money off of this.
The epilogue of my story began many, many years ago. Roughly twenty-one thousand if memory serves, but I have stopped counting. Anyway, I have been told throughout my life that I was born not long before my people left Argus—I am sorry, when I say not long before leaving I mean that by Draenic standards. It was probably about one hundred years before we left that I was born, making me one of the very last Draenei born on our original world. At least I was one of the very last to be born and escape. I was given the name Vaier.
Our leader, Velen, decided to only take a few hundred of us, something that I have never really agreed with. Sadly, I do not remember anything of Argus. In fact I am one of the very few who do not. Including me there were six children three girls and three boys, me being the youngest and all around least liked.
The girls were named Aelexia, Shaeyanna, and Elanadora. I cannot remember their ages, but they could remember Argus if that gives you some vague idea of how long before me they were born. I still remember how they would tease me for not recalling anything from my time on Argus.
The boys were made up of myself, Regar, and Eridal. Eridal was the oldest of all of us; he had five hundred years on Argus compared to my one. Regar was like the girls in that he never wanted to be around me… but Eridal he was the only one of my peers who ever showed me any kindness.
We spent the majority of our childhoods on that ship, hopping from planet to planet and every time we all thought we had at last found a home to settle Kil'Jaeden would catch up, forcing us to flee once again.
My life really began when we found Draenor. Strange isn't it? I have lived for so many mortal lifetimes, and yet it was not until Draenor that I learned of love and the pain of loss. But I am getting ahead of myself; the best place to begin narrating my tale is aboard the Exodar just before we settled Draenor…