credits: all characters belong to Blizzard Entertainment, written by RainyYuki

I'm no native speaker, so some phrases will sound unusual. I tried to keep the style of the original, which is wirtten in German.

Edit: Reuploaded, cause I corrected some mistakes.


Sylvanas Windrunner

I do not exactly remember the day: the blackest day of my life or in other words the last.

The memory faints after being dead for so long. I stopped counting the days, weeks and even years. But this day I will probably never forget.

I do not even know whether it was on that day or even weeks before, when I slowly got restless. None of the messengers I sent out, had returned yet. I felt that something was in the air but I could not tell what it was.

But the rumours grew louder. The Scourge was right in front of the gates of Quel'Thalas. My worst fears were confirmed. They were led by the death knight Arthas. I had heard of him but finally understood the telling as my rangers and I stood towards him.
He arrived with an army of ghouls but that didn't impressed me much. I awaited him with my bow drawn.
His sight made my flesh creep. He was surrounded by a dark aura and had the smell of the undead coming from him.

'I will not allow you to reach further!,' I cried towards him.

'Out of my way, woman!' His voice cut my thoughts like an arrow. It was cold and made my hair stand on end. I only remained starring at him. My bow was straight on him.
'Get lost,' I hissed. 'The gates are under my protection and those of my kind.'
And he only laughed and ordered his ghouls to attack. All went very fast and I already felt the first ranger at my site being thrown to the ground. My fingers loosened from the string. The arrow did not hit Arthas and I drew my sword. The blade went through the first ghoul that attacked me.

Many died. We were no match for the superiority and we withdraw. Arthas broke through the first defense. But we were able to cut off their way on our flight, as we blew up the first bridge. He came till here but he won't come further.

Repulsed I first took care of my wounds. They wouldn't stop me from fighting but my company was weakened. More and more new messages from fallen warriors arrived, more and more wounded and I asked myself for how long we could stand against this.
If we did not take action soon Silvermoon would fall. I felt it. I had to do something. For Quel'Thalas. For my home!

Quickly I found my troupes together. We had to prepare for the final blow. Even though my rangers tried to show me their fighting spirit I saw the fear in their eyes. I almost withdraw at this time. But I was their leader. I had to act. We would fight.

The army of the Scourge that awaited us this time was inconceivable big. Not only ghouls we were confronted to. It was a sea of corrupted body parts and they all pushed towards our defense. It should be a bloody fight with great losses on both sides.

My rangers stayed right beside me but one by one felt in the battle. Each lost hurt but I had no time to think about it. I had to keep fighting.

Undead blood stuck on my clothes and sword. I was able to eliminate many enemies but it became more and more. Now that I had to fend for myself I hardly had a chance. They came from all sides.

I had lost the others long ago. It was likely that they didn't even live anymore. What a leader was I?
Lightning I separated the head from the decomposed body as the figures suddenly fell back and paved a way.

I looked into the direction. Sweat was running down my forehead and my hands shook from the exertion.

And there he was. Slowly and proudly he rode towards me. Arthas. This time I did not recognized the smell at first; too dazed from the decomposed smell around me. But it was him: No doubt! His white hair gleamed in the gloom of the battle.

'Still alive?,' he asked mocking. 'You long enough tired to hold me up. Where are your troupes now?'
'You and your army, you will not win,' I cried toward him.

'I salute your bravery, elf.' He stopped his horse right in front of me and look disapprovingly down on me. 'But the battle is over.'
He was right. I was alone, driven into a corner. This would be my end.

'As long as I live, you won't come far, death knight. Let's end this. I will fight till my last breath!'

He raised his sword. It was the first time that I saw the legendary sword Frostmourne right in front of me but also for the last time with my mortal eyes.

Then I only felt the sharp blade piercing my torso. A stabbing pain ran trough my limbs. I struggled for breath.
Slowly I raised my head and looked up to him. The picture in front if my eyes started to blur.

He pulled back the blade and my legs collapsed feebly. I hardly felt the impact on the ground. My thoughts were like thick fog through which I fell.
I heard him dismounting from his horse and coming towards me.
'Finish me!,' I gasped. 'I deserve a clean death!'

But he only laughed. 'After all you've put me through? Your the last who I would grant the sweet peace of death.'

He pointed the blade towards me. The sword nearly touched the tip of my nose. Through the mist in front of my eyes I looked up at him. He began to mumble and my eyes widened with horror as I realized what he was doing.

The only thing I heard was my own screaming echoing in my ears. Then all went black around me and as I reopened my eyes I stood next to Arthas towards my own corpse.