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Okay, it was a short prologue but it gets better. By the way, if your trying to look up Weaselbeast that's his name on a different site. His FanFic user name is Demonic Weasel.

CHAPTER 1: Pressed on by Nightmares

Kera Stardragon was having that dream again. The same one she had been for the past month or two. She'd been having nightmares that were getting worse and worse but she wasn't having any normal nightmare. She had experienced the horror in person but relived it over and over again in her mind. Kera remembered the screams and burning flesh as the memories that twitched every now and then into nightmares of looking desperately for a way to help her friends flashed in her head:

Kera was on a battlefield with her night elf sisters. They had come prepared to make a last stand against the undead legions, which plagued their once beautiful homeland. They were unequipped and hopelessly out numbered.

Finally, she saw the battle ending as the last of her sister warriors started to fall to the undead when she saw him… Arthas. He laughed as the remaining night elves struggled to stay alive. Kera felt a burning anger in her chest as she watched him. An undead ghoul leapt at her as she pulled out her Elven blade and decapitated it. She then charged at Arthas screaming a battle cry of curses and Elven words. Arthas turned to parry her blow, but he feigned raising his sword as he lashed out his other arm and caught Kera by the throat and squeezed. She squirmed as he brought her face close to his and smiled a menacingly twisted grin.

"Such a pretty little thing," he said taking Kera off guard as he brought his tongue out licking her cheek, Kera grimaced "Such a waste, ah but it can't be helped; for I crave not for your body, but for your blood drenching my hand and your soul feeding my hunger." He smirked as he brought his cursed sword high above his head, aiming its edge directly above her forehead. "Your soul shall always be mine now through Frostmourne!" he cackled referring to his sword. Grinning, he forcefully brought it down over Kera.

Kera gasped as she awoke from her horrid nightmare in her forest camp. She sat up, blinked a few times trying to take in where she truly was as she tried to regain her breath and wiped the cold sweat from her face and neck as she flicked her long, wavy deep-aqua hair over her shoulder as it sparkled in the moonlight. Glancing around she looked at her small camp. Some blankets, her pack, bow and arrows, sword, and her owl, which was perched on a low branch in a nearby tree.

She gazed at it for a few seconds then clicked her tongue, waking it. "Come here Moongaze." She cooed as the bird flew over to perch on her arm.

Kera stroked the scar on her shoulder with her free hand thinking about her nightmare, her past. Arthas had hit her with the sword but it hadn't killed her. She remembered Frostmourne breaking through her armor and tearing the skin on her shoulder open. Just as she thought her life was over blue sparks emanated from her shoulder. She just saw Arthas gasp in pain and surprise as he looked at his sword trying to eat Kera's soul but instead it had somehow been rejected by some unexplainable reason.

It had broken the skin and cut into some tendons but its normal soul devouring effect had been reversed somehow. Arthas cursed as he tried to pull Frostmourne out of Kera but he had pulled out the cursed blade to hastily and he yelped in surprise as it came up and slashed him across the face.

Arthas let out roar of pain and agony as his body slowly dematerialized into a dark mist and ash. Of course, he wasn't gone for good, his other minions would soon revive him, but the undead that he had controlled at the moment stopped attacking and looked around dumbly. Without their master they no longer had a controller to obey, so thus they had no mind.

The few remaining night elves easily cut down the immobile ranks of the undead. After that Kera could remember nothing more of the battle. The next time she saw light was when she awoke in a comfortable Night elven bed with her arm bandaged up and commanding officer standing over her asking if she felt okay:

"My shoulder's a little sore, but it's nothing time can't heal." Kera replied as she sat herself up on her elbows and massaged her collarbone with her hand and rolled her neck. "How are we warrior-wise?" Kera asked her commanding officer as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes.

"We have more now than when we had left from the battle with Arthas, thanks to the few Ancients, Moon Wells and Wisps we had left." Her commanding officer explained simply as she stood up from her chair next to the bed and straightened out her long garments that were still covered by her own armor. "But you shouldn't be concerned about that now, you need your rest; you are one of my best protectors." Her officer complemented as she smiled.

Kera laid herself back down upon the bed. "I'll get Arthas for this." She proclaimed in a low voice but in a harsh tone, trying to calm herself using the perfumes of the small but homey room used to sooth the aches of wounded warriors.

"Don't worry yourself too much about him. I'm surprised that he fell so easily. I didn't see what happened between you and him, only that he had his hand on your throat and cried out when the sword hit him." Her officer explained as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"His temporary death isn't important, what's important is making sure that he stays dead and that the Scourge will never rise again." Kera spoke as she slowly closed her eyes to let her strength come back to her slowly.

"Ow!" With a hard peck at her shoulder, Moongaze brought Kera's attention back to the time at hand. She switched her attention to her owl which held begging eyes. "Oh, here you go." she spoke softly as she gave Moongaze some raw mouse meat.

The owl hooted and flapped its beautifully colored wings happily and flew back over to her branch to eat her meal as she kept the meat pinched in her beak. It suddenly looked up in surprise and screeched as it flapped its wings like mad. "What's wrong?" Kera asked the owl knowing that such behavior by her friend could only mean trouble.

The owl suddenly took wing heading east. Kera took off after it wondering what new part of her adventure could possibly take place now.