Prologue
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As I approached the small village that was engulfed with flames and smile curled on my lips. My glowing blue eyes peered around at all the dead and dieing blood elves, trolls, and undead my smile grew at their screams. I lived for this, for the screams or the sound of someones last dieing breath. I think I remember a time when I used to fight this but that was so long ago it didn't matter now. I was death and I was disease. I don't care about this pitiful war between the Horde and Alliance they are all going to be my slaves. I watched a priest fall to one of my scourge commanbers and I smiled more behind my plate helm. I walked up to the fallen hero and waved my hand over the body. At once time slowed as I could feel the dark magic creeping through my viens. A blue light formed on my hand and slowly the body began to glow. In a faze of a minute the fallen hero's eyes opened but now had ominous blue glow to them. It climbed to its feet and bowed before me.
"My king Im only here to serve you. My life is yours"
A grin spread across my lips as I turned and walked to the middle of the town. As my army grew around me I removed my sword from my hip and held it out before me. The blade started glowing a bright blue as I drove it into the ground. Before a second passed the dead began to rise as ghouls wandering amlesy around. I turned to my army and with a laugh said.
"Back to Icecrown"
"Yes master" they all replied in persfect unision.
I grinned as I formed a giant archway glittering in black and purple fog. As I stepped through I thought, Hell its good to be the Lich King.
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I hope you guys like that. it's a new story form I was thinking about doing. Tell me what u think but there will be another chapter up soon. Hope you like it.