{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.