Hey everyone this is my first story on this site, hope you like it.
-Zidran
The Beginning
Monster
That is what they called me, beast, abomination, a living horror, these were many of my names but that was years ago when I first became what I am, a Death Knight in service to the King of the scourge Arthas. It seems like a lifetime ago when I called him my king, when I was killed trying to defend a high elf family in Quell Thalas, when the claws of the ghoul cut me I did not falter, when their dark magic's blasted me across the clearing I did not stop, it was only when he came, when the cursed blade pierced my flesh did I finally fall but not before seeing the High elves gone, it was then that I knew I could look death in the face and smile and as I did all I felt was darkness.
I was not myself anymore, through some twisted means I lived but not as I was before, I had changed, I had become what history would remember me for many years, I was the second human death knight. My name is Dragar Bloodraven, a Champion of the scourge who later became their greatest enemy. This is my story.