Author's Note: Based on the awesomely awesome DragonFable. All settings, characters, armors ect. copyright Artix Entertainment unless stated otherwise.
Prologue
The village lay in ruins, smouldering corpses scattered around like a child's toy. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, slowly revealing the extent of damage in streaked of red, orange, yellow, purple and pink. The sound of an orphaned child echoed eerily through the otherwise silent ashes, carried on a non-existent wind.
Astride a steed as pale as bone was an armoured figure, staring up at the hill of the village. A masked helm hid his face, a pair of narrowed slits exposing only partial view of his eyes. One hand held firmly the reins, the other hanging from his side, gripping the hilt of his bloodied sword. A soft, chilling wind blew from the East, stirring up ashes and embers. It had been done.
Turning from the sight of the once beautiful trading village, the death knight rode away, forgetting about the deed he had done in the night. It didn't matter now. One couldn't change the past. Under the helm, bloody tears ran down his cheeks, staining pale and scarred cheeks.
He did not cry because he felt remorse. A person like Re did not feel remorse. More rather, he had simply chosen not to anymore. No, Re cried bloody tears because there was poison in his blood. The tears he cried contained the poison, expelling it before it could take hold and do some serious damage.
The deep sound of flapping caught his ears. Oh? What was that? Perhaps those pesky DragonLords that had been on his tail for the past few weeks. So he had flattened a Guardian tower and killed all the Guardians in the province. Big deal. They were guarding precious stones he needed to advance his magic. People and towers could be replaced. Magical knowledge could not.
Oh! Maybe it would be some of those Guardians who had become Dragonlords. Oh what fun to face in a fight. He was almost tempted to turn around and pick a fight for the fun of it. However, desires aside, he had other things to commit to. Adding these stones to the portal he was constructing was one. Figuring the next place to acquire stones from was another.
Sheathing his sword, the knight raised his hand into the air, bending it back so metal fingers clawed at the sky. Sparks began to zap violently in the air. It looked like electricity, yet it was blacker than the shadows of night. In the blink of an eye, both horse and rider were enveloped in it. And in the next instant, they disappeared, the hoof prints the only sign they had ever been there.
Chapter Notes: Re is copyright to me. He is solely mine and mine alone. I'm not following the time line nor the plot. And no, death knights can't teleport in game :3 Further chapters to be longer, I promise! R&R and show some love!