The Meaning of Life
Chapter 1
Life – Text
"Hello" – Speech
'Interesting' – Thoughts
Sylvanas Windrunner. The Dark Ranger. Lady of the Undead. Warchief of the Horde.
To be dead...was not easy. Everybody had his own Ways of managing – to not go mad. Hers was the conviction that it was not the end. That somehow, somewhere there was something or someone...that could make her alive again, even if only for the tiniest of Moments.
And so she searched – her personal Libary in Undercity held many Informations about Legends of incredible lively or longliving Persons of the Past – even about resurrections. But the most of them were just that – Legends.
But there were still a few that she never researched, a Well of Life hidden by The Lifebinder herself in the Dragonblight, an old artifact crafted by the Titans hidden somewhere on the ground of the seas and a 'Garden of Being', protected by old wards and Spells to hide it from the searching eyes of Mortals. Everything hidden.
From these three, the most promising was probably this 'Garden of Being'.
And so, she started an deeper and earnest research about hidden Lands, old Stories and came out with... nothing. 'There must be something somewhere...or someone who can tell me about this.' Another search for a rescue.Because thats what she thinks it is – a rescue from this undead existence.
Death wasn't an option. Was and will never be. At least not while she was still undead. There were so many things she still wanted to feel: Blood pumping through her body, the heavy breathing after an intense workout, the warm touch of a hand – she wanted to feel life itself again.
She had to admit, there were certain...perks that came with being undead. Nearly unlimited Stamina for one. Her Banshee abilities. Not being attacked by other Undeads – mostly. Diseases and Poisons meant absolutely nothing to her – she no circulating blood that could be infected..
But still – she would give everything she had away to be truly alive again – even if just for a day. Well, not everything: Her Beauty for one, she could never give it up.
Looking into a Mirror the Dark Ranger studied what she saw: Long and pointy ears – twitching lightly under the intense stare. Light blue skin-as perfect as ever- stretching over high cheekbones. A graceful nose over full blue lips - a darker tone than the rest of her skin, almost violet. Lush blonde Hair – the one part that didn't change at all. Then she looked at her Eyes – red glowing pools that swirled with Emotions: Hate, Regret, Fury, Anxiety... anyone who would be able to read her could se how conflicted she truly was.
Screaming "This is not me!", she shattered the Mirror wit a mighty strike. The shards clattered with high-pitched sounds to the ground, cracking and splittering further. Silently, the Undead Queen loked at the fragments of the mirror lying on the ground. Laying a hand on her bosom where her heart once had beaten she felt only cold skin.
"Nathanos!" He nearly instantly entered the room through the large leaf doors that led in the personal library of the newly-anounced Warchief."Yes,my Lady?" "I'm leaving Undertown for a While." He didn't twitch an eyelash at her exclamation – as loyal as ever. "Where to, My Lady? And how long?"
Sylvanas remained silent for a few moments. "I don't know, Nathanos." Glowing red eyes met dark red. "I leave everything in your hands. I trust that you won't disappoint me!" Giving a slight bow he smiked "As you wish."
She huffed slightly and took her belongings – then paused as her gaze fell upon Deathscream. Should she take the magic bow with her? It certainly was a powerful weapon. Steeling herself she grasped the gift she once got from her father – all those years ago. Without looking back or stopping even once the Undead High Elf left the city – to find what she craved most.
Life. Something so simple, yet so complex.
A/N: Whoo,chapter 2! Man, that took a long time... so yeah, I will continue writing this - but I don't know how often i can update with life, finding a job and all. Wish me luck!