Redemption world of warcraft fanfiction
I can feel Arthas' magic take hold of me. I can feel it twisting around my muscles forcing me to do his bidding, it was as if he could sense that this was the perfect moment for me to strike.
"I beg you don't make me do this." My whisper goes unheard lost in the putrid air of the Undercity.
Sylvanas is alone and her chamber unguarded having sent her guards away so that she may have a moments peace. I try to fight it, I try desperately to will myself out of his grasp but it was no use. The harder I fought it seemed the faster I was making my way to the royal quarters, the closer I was coming to killing my mother. I find myself suddenly standing outside the private chambers of the Banshee Queen, my whole body was aching. My mind is in agony over what I am about to do. All I have every wanted was to know who my mother was, to find myself and fill the empty void in my soul. How foolish I am, look at what my childish wish has gotten me. I am a slave to the Lich King trapped between life and death, forced to dispatch his enemies while he sits cowering in Icecrown. Burdened with the remorse of my actions.
My hand touches the door now, and silently forces it open. I slip inside unnoticed by The Banshee Queen. The only light in the room comes from a large fireplace on the far side of the room. I can see her silhouette against the glow of the fire, slumped forward in a chair head resting in her hands. It is clear recent events have taken a great toll on her. The battle at Broken Shore and having to take up the mantle of Warchief weighed heavily on her mind. It hurt to see this proud leader in such a vulnerable state, it hurt even more knowing she was my mother. I feel my hand graze the hilt of the dagger hidden at my back. Feeling the cool metal against my skin, bile rises in my throat. There has to be a way to stop what I am about to do, a way to thwart Arthas' vile plan. Since my mind and my voice are the only parts of me within my control they are the only way to stop him. Tears fall from my eyes as I raise the dagger over my head ready to plunge it into my mother's back. I cannot bear to watch the scene unfold, more tears fall as I shut my eyes tightly.
"Forgive me my Queen." I whisper, I can only pray that they were spoken so she could hear.
My hand flies toward her with astounding force only to be stopped halfway, pain shoots through my lower arm as my wrist is snapped backwards causing the dagger to fall to the floor. I open my eyes and find myself face to face with The Banshee Queen. Before I can even blink I am flying through the air finally crashing to the floor halfway across the room. My entire body is wracked with pain as I drag myself to my feet. I barely have time for a breath when a dark force wrappes its self around my body rooting me to the floor. I have never been filled with such fear my only solace is that at least she hasnt killed me...yet.