{Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft. I do however own any OC's mentioned.}
I remember my country side
Full of newly bloomed flowers
Lambs and cattle ponder the lush
Green hills
A gentle breeze would coast and snake
Around the mounds
Caressing the life all around
Clouds seemed to stay put in the crystal
Blue sky
Making dozens of ungodly shapes
I was a young woman
Naïve and arrogant
I was soon to be wed to a busy farmer
Who seemed to double my age plus one
He was kind
Like a father
A father I would spend the rest of my long life with
Instead of a traditional ring
I was branded as "his"
Just like his cattle in the field
Three days before I would have bound my life
A terrifying wall in the sky washed over my peaceful land
Its darkness dulled the sun
Until it was completely gone
People screamed
Some said the world was coming to an end
Some cursed the Ice King had arrived
Many scurried away
Wagons loaded up to the brink
Horses and mules whined in protest but were lashed on
My fake friends called out to my form on the darkened hills
Begging me to return to my love and escape with them
Their calls went unnoticed
The burning lanterns of frost held my gaze
Even with their forms covering miles away
Their chill hit me like a bull
Yet I stayed
Then he came
Masked and armored
Eyes destined to destroy
He stood acres back
His cape wrapping around his feet
I twitched in fear and in coldness
As I stared eye to eye
With the Lich King.
