-During Warcraft III: the Frozen Throne-

Nexxia walked swiftly on the cobbled path, holding many books in her hands with many others floating around her head, sustained by magic. Her silk, gold-hemmed robes barely brushed the ground, and fit her form perfectly, showing off her curves. She wore the perfect amount of makeup, black eyeliner framing her glowing blue eyes and gloss making her lips look full and plump. Her long elven ears bounced lightly as she walked. A sapphire-encrusted headband kept part of her blonde hair held back, while her short bangs covered her forehead. Not a single strand of hair was misplaced. Three golden hoops and a pyrite stud adorned each of her ears. She walked with her chin high, acting as if she owned the entire city.

While she was acting as her noble status allowed, she gazed around the city, a smile gracing her lips. She watched the brooms brush the street on their own, various students around her age practicing magic, and other citizens, a mix of magical and non-magical, going about their day. She truly loved Dalaran, and its inhabitants, which was a miraculous feat for her.

She turned her attention away from her surroundings as she came to her destination. She was at the library, and as soon as she walked in the bustle of the streets was replaced by still silence. She missed the noise of outside, but she had no choice but to come in and bear the noiselessness. She dropped off her myriad of books at the front counter, and left as quickly as she could. Her fear of silence couldn't be explained; but if she had to, she would say it allowed her to hear her conscience. A part of her which had long been buried.

She felt great relief with all of the heavy books gone and the noise of the city once again filling her ears. Her training was almost done, and she no longer needed her textbooks. She had acquired a great many during her years studying in the mage city of Dalaran. Now, she never had to read another book if she didn't want to. She would soon become a mage of the Kirin Tor, having a great amount of magic at her fingerprints. She would also be ready to take on her own apprentice and finally have a position of authority, as she deserved.

She was a SIlversun, after all, and one of the highest nobles in Silvermoon City, and she expected special treatment for it. But that was in Quel'thalas, the land of the high elves. Much to her annoyance, here in human lands she had quickly found that her title meant almost nothing. The only elf not in the Council of Six who was treated like royalty was the actual royalty of her people, Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider. He studied in Dalaran as well, though his training had progressed much more quickly than hers due to his title.

While his beauty was not uncommon among her race, she still blushed as she walked past him, though he glanced at her for barely a moment, focused completely on a pretty young human. Typically her behavior was seen in human females (and certain males), as they tended to be amazed by the natural beauty of high elves.
She was so busy being uncharacteristically lovesick that she didn't notice what was in front of her. She bumped into another elf, and was ready to snap at them like a ravenous crocolisk. Before she could do so, she recognized a familiar face.

Her angry face transformed into a wide grin, and she wrapped her arms around the figure.

"Ren!" she exclaimed, trapping her sister in a bear hug. The other elf didn't look much like her sister, aside from the characteristic blonde hair of the Silversun family and the glowing, blue, pupil-less eyes of their race.

Ren laughed, returning the hug. "Hey, Nex!" she responded, any old feuds forgotten for the sake of their reunion. They pulled away, and Nexxia fixed her hair quickly, out of habit.

"I completely forgot you were visiting today! I guess it makes sense, as I am graduating today. And I did make a point of telling everyone."
Renei gave a mock frown. "Am I really that forgettable?" she asked with a pout.

"Yes," Nexxia responded, faking seriousness. She looked around for a moment. "Nobody else wanted to come?"

"Well, it's quite a long way to travel from Quel'thalas to Dalaran. Also, father's missing, mother's dead, Maren's dead, and Athrendir hates you so... no, I don't think anyone else is coming."

Nexxia laughed. "Well, next time you see him, stab him for me, will you?" Her sense of humor didn't seem to please her sister.

Ren shook her head. "You know I would never do that."

"Yeah, well, it was worth a shot, I guess." Nexxia began walking towards a far-off tower, near the edge of the city, where she was living as long as she was a student. Renei followed her, talking about recent events.

After a few minutes of walking, the sisters heard a rumbling, followed by a scream. They whirled around to the source, and saw the horrifying sight of a giant, undead corpse eating a poor child while the mother watched in agony before she, too, was devoured. While Nexxia was entranced by the sight, and even smiling slightly, Renei turned away and shut her eyes, terrified as more undead monsters came into view.

Nexxia summoned her sword. The blade appeared from nothing, arriving from a pocket in space that all apprentices learned to create late in their training. She wielded the sword with ease as the undead approached her. She reveled in the tortured screams around her, but was determined to shove that feeling down in order to protect her city.
One of the zombies approached her, and she promptly sliced it in half. She had lost sight of Renei as the undead rushed in around her, but for the moment she was focused on slaughtering the Scourge. Her sister knew how to defend herself. More undead came to her; all fell to her sword, or to her various spells. She sent a bolt of fire at one zombie. Another was frozen in its tracks, transformed into a block of ice. One of the reanimated bug-people was shapeshifted into a squirrel, wandering aimlessly until the spell wore off. As soon as that happened, she impaled it on a spike of ice. Its purple blood splashed onto her dress, and she grinned madly.

Nexxia heard an incredibly familiar scream amidst the cacophony. She turned around, her joyful expression switching to one of horror, watching her sister be crushed by a pillar. She hadn't noticed it, being lost in the moment, but the ground was shaking and buildings around her were falling to pieces. She could sense demonic magic all around her, knowing it to be the cause of the destruction.

She stared blankly at the space where her sister had once been, which was now occupied by a large chunk of marble and a growing pool of blood. Her stupor was broken as she was attacked once again, and she mutilated the undead with her sword. The ghoul's bony claws has taken a chunk of flesh from her leg. She now limped, her blood staining her robes and spilling to her boots, but in her anger she didn't feel the pain.

A part of her admired the Scourge for its mindless, brutal destruction. That part was drowned out by the pain of seeing her sister, likely the only one on Azeroth who actually liked her, be crushed by them.

She was so focused on her rage, killing anything in sight, that she didn't notice her growing number of injuries. The amount of undead surrounding her was overwhelming, and she couldn't kill them all at once. Her attacks grew slower, as her own blood joined the stale blood of her enemies. Her wounded leg seared in pain whenever she put too much pressure on it. She saw a flash of purple, a sharp claw coming towards her. Her dulled senses didn't comprehend it until it struck, slicing straight through her midsection.

The two halves of her body fell to the ground with a soft thud. Blood and guts poured out of them, staining the cobbled floor. Nexxia screamed in pain, still conscious for a few more seconds while she bled out. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she arrogantly thought, I can't die!

The last thing she knew was the feeling of being dragged away... both literally, and metaphorically. She could almost feel her soul being tugged from her body as she closed her eyes.

Then, darkness consumed her. She felt no peace in the darkness, only pain that she had never experienced before. She would have writhed, if she had a body, and screamed if she had a mouth. Yet somehow, the pain brought her great joy. She was reminded of burning her hand as she set fire to her home, but as she backed away and waited for the tortured screams of her mother and brother to come, she knew her own pain would be worth their agony.

Pain wracked her spirit. After what felt like an eternity, she felt herself being dragged away once again. Great relief flooded over her, as she was pulled away from the pain, though she felt a sadness as the joy faded as well.

Then, she opened her eyes.