Chapter 7

"My lady, Dalaran's shields are holding-."

"Bring it down!" I snarled, fangs glimmering in the irritating Sunlight-I haven't been in this much light in many moons, it never shines at the roof.

I looked out from Naxxramas, Frostmourne in hand, the blade having shifted to be perfect upon my touch, and I stared hard at Dalaran, stupid thing.

To take the Eastern Continent, I need the mages out of the equation, and their strength converted to ours.

To do that, I needed the stupid shield down!

Ever since Frostmourne had come to me, the screaming had a voice.

Join your comrades…. kill, maim…

I thought of it as my Princes' voice, and if that is what he wanted, then it would happen.

I whistled for my gryphon, and in a minute was tearing down to the living waiting for me.

I skewered two mages with Frostmourne without landing, snarling out the incantation for the change before leaping off the gryphon, the new necromancers being carried to the necropolis above.

I landed, swinging the blade around, and I heard cries of confusion-I was not my lord, but I had his blade.

"This city shall fall!" I roared, running the blade through more of the living, spitting out the incantation and continuing on, leaving them to be collected in the collateral.

I ran towards the purple, spectral barrier, and had an idea.

I raised the blade above my head as I ran, and with an ear shattering sound-.

The blade went through the barrier, and it came down.

There was a silence as strong as death for a moment, and then I raised the blade, grinning.

My army stormed the city, and I moved through, taking down every mage.

We need necromancers if I am to take Azeroth for my lord.

My King.

I paced back and forth, glaring at the stupid thing in the cover of night-Naxxramas floated above, the plague lands a good stop for it-the birthplace of the necropolis.

I don't know why I had come here; I had felt this pull.

But now I was staring at some sort of gate, which felt more like a portal, and I had no idea what was beyond. My head was starting to hurt, but I couldn't leave. I suddenly heard something-footsteps, coming towards me. I yanked the cloak's hood over my head and sheathed Frostmourne, yanking the cloak closed until I was inconspicuous.

"State your business!"

Two elves appeared, carrying torches-living. Their eyes were…

I thought their eyes were blue, not green.

I thought it best to stay silent, and the came a little closer.

"Stranger, this is the gate to the Blood Elf Realm, I suggest you leave."

"Blood elves," I said, unable to contain myself, but I pitch my voice low so as not to give myself away, "My understanding was that they were quel'dorei."

The malicious bark of laughter at my statement got my attention, and the man spoke, "Then your information is quite mistaken. Now leave our borders if you don't wish to go before Reagent Lord Theron."

Theron? I remember-

Piercing pain moved through my skull, and I ground my teeth together, turning and leaving without another word.

I should not have come here.

I paced back and forth, looking over the snowy peaks, and the short little things that used boom sticks against my soldiers.

A ghoul howled as it walked towards me, a boom stick in its hand.

I snatched it away, peering down the shaft and looking at the bullets, before I took Frostmourne and gently scraped the barrel with the blade-it glowed.

I grinned, whistling for my gryphon.

I swooped in low, aimed for a dwarf, and fired.

He disintegrated, interesting.

I tossed the gun to a necromancer, landing with a sweep of the blade, and I began the conversion.

I was going to use these little things to get into the fortress beneath that mountain.

As night fell, I swooped around the mountain, howling orders and slicing through gryphons as we attacked, and I saw a small little speck at once of the windows.

I leveled with it, and wiped away the frost. It was a little boy…. a human boy?

His hair was blonde and his eyes were blue, and he looked fearful.

I bared my teeth at him, and he ran away. I turned away, laughing as I dived.

I was preparing the Naxxramas to move over to Kalimdor when Frostmourne wrenched itself out of my hand.

I cried out, flying forward and landing on the stone with a grunt, scrambling after it as it flew away, and it zipped out through the balcony, and it was by sheer will I didn't fall off of the necropolis, considering how hard I hit that railing.

I stared after it, lost for a moment, before my lord's words returned to me, foggy from months of fighting.

"Take her, she shall return to me when I see your job done. You will bring Naxxramas back to the roof of the world when that happens."

I stared out into the night, ice pelting me from the sky, and sighed.

My king calls me home them.

I went inside, unsheathing one of my own blades-almost like a welcome home after months of no use-and shredded the maps on the table, screaming.

I stared at the table, teeth bared and nostrils flared for a long few moments, before I sighed, sheathing my blades and calling for the necromancers.

"Our Lord calls. It is time to return to Northrend. I want the Naxxramas prepared by morning."

I left them to scramble, moving down the hallways until I found a familiar hall of cells.

The once barren stretch of bars and stone was now filled to the brim with knights, all forced under into death sleep, until I could wake them for our King.

I prowled past, to the one empty cell left.

Mine.

I laid down on the cold bench, staring at the ceiling that had been my first waking view, and I waited to go home.

The cold, bitter are of the glacier greeted me as I stepped out onto the balcony, and I felt the cold settle back into my bones, almost bitter after months in the warmer lands of the mortals.

The wind ripped my hood away from my face, caressing it as the screaming tunneled my vision.

"Harbinger, we have stopped the Naxxramas."

I turned to the necromancers, who all looked unsure.

"Tell the San Layn of our newest soldiers. Have them woken up and begin training." I whistled for my gryphon, who came down with a screech.

"What of you, Harbinger?"

"I will be patrolling the roof. I've been away for too long." I hopped onto my gryphon's back, stroking the spine in greeting.

The necromancers bowed, and we dove from the necropolis, the wind ripping viciously at my cloak until it flung itself away, leaving only my armor to protect from the piercing cold and pelting ice.

We flew low over the glacier and wastes, never stopping, and we circled the continent within a few days, ripping through villages with swathes of death-how dare they try and settle in my King's lands?

I finally stopped outside a village, near a cave, and allowed the gryphon to rejuvenate off of the dead animals. I pulled my hood over my head, stalking into the nearby village.

The warmth was uncalled for, and their happiness was annoying.

But one thing caught my attention as the screaming went dead silent.

A night elf woman was walking down the street, a hood pulled to cover her face, but deep, hunter green hair spilled out the front and two tall magenta ears jutted out from her head. She was easily seven feet tall, and she was…

She was beautiful.

I found myself at the edge of the shadows, watching as she bought bread and a heavier fur cloak. Dark, leather clad legs indicated hunting armor, and the boots indicated that she had been climbing.

Wind ripped the hood off of her face, and my breath hitched in my throat.

Her eyes were a gorgeous silver with tinges of gold, and her face was clear of markings-a rarity in the Kal'Dorei-and her cheek bones jutted from her face prominently but not horribly. Her eyebrows matched her hair, and a silver chain with the symbol of Elune hung over her forehead.

She was more than beautiful. She was heartstarting.

I realised with a jolt that she was walking towards me, and ducked into the shadows, ceasing my breathing until she had passed, then inhaling deeper than ever before.

Freshly tilled earth, rain soaked wind, warmth.

I felt an aroused hunger gnaw through my stomach, and before I knew what I was doing, I was following her.

I took to the air, circling but carefully avoiding sight as she swung on top of-an elk? How peculiar-and took off after her when she suddenly raced away.

A blizzard was setting in as I followed her, the screaming so quiet that I had a thought of my own-learn her name.

The night was thick and the snow thicker, but she seemed to be getting on well enough, her eyes two silver lanterns in the dark, and I had my gryphon, with its all seeing sockets, to guide us as I gave chase.

We rode for many hours, threw slopes and drifts, until I recognized the storm peaks ahead-she plans to climb then.

Surely the living thing wouldn't dare enter the range in a blizzard-.

My interest, already piqued, skyrocketed as she ran right on in, her elk grunting and calling in the storm as the inclines began to steepen.

My chest gave an odd jolt that almost hurt- a heartbeat?-as I realised that there could be giants out in the storm, basking in the chaos of the night. Or the nerubians.

I will clear a path.

I bolted ahead of my prey, unsheathing my blades and clenching with my legs to keep my seat as I scanned the surroundings, and I chased off the nerubians I saw here and there, giving them orders to clear out of my hunting ground-not technically a lie.

I ran into no giants, which was odd, and circled back to my prey-.

A scream lodged in my throat as she came into sight, fighting a giant.

I wanted with every fiber to kill the giant, but I couldn't reveal myself, and she seemed to be doing pretty well…

I still my gryphon, letting it hover as I watched the lovely creature dart in and around the elf, blasts of light moving around as well-she must be a magic wielder. A priest?

Suddenly she fell, and it looked as though the giant was going to win-

I craned my neck, my heading falling back as I screamed. The mountains shook and echoed with the sound, the snow falling down in places, and the giant looked right at me, its eyes widening, and it fled the scene-along with the elf's ride.

Well, Shit.

She had gone into a crouch, and I saw that her blades were drawn as she looked around blindly, thankfully not looking up, and I observed as she healed her wounds, pulling her cloak tight-the storm was worsening-and she seemed to finally realise that her ride was gone.

I strained my ears, and laughed silently as I heard her let off with a string of curses in common, taking her blades and stabbing them into the rock, using them to keep her footing as she continued along.

Poor little thing, she'll freeze to death in this storm-she needs shelter. And warmth. Such things I haven't needed in some time.

I shall find them for her, but how?

I angled up, taking the icy branches of a tree and slicing through, my own form not warming them, but I think I remembered the art of fire-

A spell came to me from the recesses of my brain, and I grinned. That'll do.

The screaming was eerily silent as I checked on my elf, before I saw a cave not too far from her-now how to alert her of its presence?

Fire.

I streaked forward, landing quickly with the orders for my gryphon to wait, darting to the entrance of the cave, stumbling slightly on the snow, and I got the fire going, the warmth feeling…odd, on my fingers, but the light immediately glowed in the night. I quickly took flight again, watching carefully-please notice…

I grinned, restraining the urge to cheer as she made her way to the cave, looking around carefully-smart girl-before kneeling and holding her hands out to the fire. She would be fine for the night.

But hunting in this storm would be impossible, and the little thing needs food…

I watched as she took bread from her pouch, the sustenance quickly disappearing, before she took some snow and melted it, cupping it in her hands to drink. Then she seemed to curled up near the fire, but not too close, and promptly stilled.

So she sleeps. Now to solve her food issue.

I threw branches in front of the pile, praying it would hold as the wind ripped at me. The fifth storm in just as many weeks, and the stubborn thing was still hiking the peaks on foot. After her thorough and time wasting search for me the morning after the first fire, I had ceased lighting them, instead using creative avalanches and driving other obstacles into her path when it was time for her to find shelter.

After she had nearly caught me the fourth night, I had ceased leaving her meat as well. Instead, I drove the meat towards her, before hiding in the shadows to make sure she took advantage of it.

What did the little thing want?

I finished my barricade, my gryphon having piled so much snow behind it that one kick would trigger an avalanche, and watched as the little thing-I think she called herself Whisper something-came into sight. I withdrew into the shadows, waiting to see if she would turn on her own…she didn't.

I sent my foot into the barricade, and watched with baited breath as she sharply turned the right way in response to the new mountain of snow.

Fourty Nine nights I've been following her. Fourty Nine nights the screaming has been all but silent. It was…freeing.

I flew into the air as she made camp in the cave I had directed her too-instead of outright starting the fire, I carefully threw wood around the entrance, hoping she'd take the hint, and she did-and munched on some of the hare I had scared into her path.

She leaned on a stone wall and opened her pack, taking out parchment and pen and scribbling Something-It seemed she was journaling-a novelist? I've strung up a few of them and made them watch their works burn-before she pulled her cloak tighter around herself and stared out into the night.

I smiled, my gryphon landing and curling up on a thick branch of a tree, and I laid out along its back, the spine digging into my chest as I rested my chin on my hands, eyes on her, "goodnight, my elf."