okay guys.
this is my first fanfic, so please don't rip it, or me, apart. hehe :)
Yes, it is a WoW fanfic. I'm a nerd, sue me. lol
It's actually about one of my friend's characters on the Silver Hand realm. She said something while we were playing. She said, "I wonder what it'd be like to be changed into a Death Knight against your will like that."
That's what inspired me to write this.
So now, I invite you to join me as we follow Caitriona, a Blood Elf Paladin in the Argent Dawn, as her life turns completely upside down and she becomes a slave to the very powers she fought to destroy...
World of Warcraft:
Life, Death, and Undeath
Prologue
The ghoul's bones parted beneath her blade's edge, as if they were paper. It toppled and fell to the ground in a heap.
Caitriona gazed around at the carnage. The Undead Scourge's latest assault was the fiercest yet. Legions of ghouls poured over the mountains and into the Eastern Plaguelands. The small Argent Dawn force of one thousand was vastly outnumbered, but holding.
All around her, The Argent Dawn fought valiantly against the Scourge. But as a Blood Knight of Silvermoon, Caitriona had the additional strength of the Light at her command.
Ghouls and geists surrounded her on all sides. She muttered a prayer to the Light as the undead forces moved closer. She sunk to one knee and slammed her hand into the ground beneath her. Holy light shone upwards, turning the undead to ash.
But the mob recovered quickly and surged forward. Caitriona placed her gauntleted hand upon the base of her blade. Sliding her hand up the length of the sword, she cried, "Seal of Righteousness!"
Pure white light enveloped her claymore. She swung the blade upward and two undead perished for a second time, bisected by the holy energy. Using her momentum, Caitriona carved a path of second death through their unholy ranks.
"Caitriona!" A deep voice called, "Fall back to the chapel!"
She turned to see Commander Argus, atop his warhorse, signaling a retreat. Grinding her teeth, she obeyed. Leaping atop the heads of the Scourge ghouls, she leapt from head to head, making her way back to the rest of the Argent Dawn forces.
Just as she reached her destination, another voice, female this time, cried, "Abomination!"
Caitriona grimaced beneath her helm as the thunderous footfalls shook the ground. Turning to face this latest threat, she took a defensive stance.
The abomination was a monstrous, well, abomination. Standing over twelve feet in height, its skin was stitched together from multiple corpses into a sick parody of life. Its belly was grossly distended and bloated. In one meaty hand, it held a giant cleaver. It turned its lopsided head towards Caitriona and its beady eyes narrowed as it bellowed. Using is massive girth, the abomination barreled its way through the ghouls.
"I'll hold it off! Muster our forces for a counter-attack!" Caitriona yelled to Argus, who simply nodded. Pulling on his horse's reins, he wheeled it around and it galloped away into the chapel.
When the abomination got close to her, it thudded to a halt. It lifted an arm, which was bent at a sickening, unnatural angle, to point at Caitriona, " Me kill you, puny Blood Elf."
She grinned beneath the platemail helmet. The bigger you make them, the dumber they are, Arthas, she thought to herself. "Well, if you're so confident, come and kill me, Scourge scum!"
The abomination roared and charged, rusted cleaver rising.
Caitriona matched its charge. As the cleaver came down, she slid between the creature's widely spaced legs. She rose to her feet and spun her body, scoring a deep wound across the abomination's back. It howled in pain and thrashed its arms. One hit Caitriona full force in the chest, denting the breastplate and hurling her through a tree.
He certainly knows how to create a problem, doesn't he? She tried to stand. Her torso blossomed in pain and she fell back to the ground. "Feels like some broken ribs…" Caitriona closed her eyes and felt flow of her own mana. Delving deeply into it, she asked the Light to give her strength.
Even as she wished, she felt her ribs resetting. She opened her eyes just in time to roll out of the way as a giant meaty fist slammed into the ground where she had been laying. She flipped to her feet and ran up the abomination's arms. In a blur of glowing steel, she neatly removed its head from its shoulders. She cartwheeled through the air, watching as the body crumpled to the ground.
No sooner did her feet touch the ground, she felt a primal cold perforate the air. Crippling pain shot through her entire body from her chest. Her sword fell from lifeless fingers. She looked down at the blade now protruding from the center of her breastplate. Glowing blue runes lined the center of the blade.
With the sick sound of metal scrapping against bone, it slid out of her back. She pitched forward as a figure clad in dark armor and a long flowing cape walked into her ever-darkening field of vision. The figure knelt and Caitriona could see eyes glowing the same color as the runes on the blade and the figure's pointed helm.
"This one may still have her uses," the Lich King mused.
That was the last thing Caitriona Starstriker saw and heard before her world ended and death took her.
But death is not always the end…
Not for those in favor of the Lich King…
For them it is only the beginning…