Hello everyone, hope you enjoy the story! Sorry it took so long, but my computer was out-of-order for a few days .
Chapter 2 – The Change
The gathered Alliance stood ready as the Horde began pounding on the great gates of the city, chipping pieces off with their weapons. And slowly, the gates began creaking and pieces began falling off the inside. The air around the Alliance was tense with anticipation of the great fight ahead.
Herinie watched in horror as holes began appearing in the massive gates. The gates she grew up thinking were invincible. It started as splinters falling out until an Orcs head appeared in the hole, but disappeared as someone shoved their own blade into the hole. And time seemed to stop when a Horde member hit the gate with a massive force, pushing the gates slightly open and making the holes much larger. Then time sped up for Herinie as Horde destroyed the remains of the gate and rushed in, clashing with the Alliance. Sparks flew as blades met armor and other blades, arrows cris-crossed through the air some bouncing harmlessly off of something, some causing injuries.
Herinie quickly took up her job of making sure a group of warriors from getting killed, and Cyrel started blasting any Horde with all the power he could muster, a fiery rage burning in his eyes.
At first, the battle was going badly for the Alliance, and they were pushed back into the tunnel into the city when more fresh recruits appeared and began fighting against the Horde. Slowly, the Horde was pushed back and it looked as if the Alliance would win, but Cyrel would never see that. An undead warrior just behind the main line caught Herinie out of the corner of his eye and pulled out his bow, pointing it in a high arc to clear the battle. Cyrel watched as the arrow flew from the bow on its deadly course, straight for Herinie. He thought of any spell he could use to stop the arrow, but none would do it. So he did the only thing he could think of. He jumped in the way and took the arrow in his neck, instantly killing him.
Herinie looked, unable to move as she watched blood spurt from her best friends' neck, the arrow still protruding from it. He collapsed to the group, and Herinie couldn't bring herself to think Cyrel just did that. But before she could do anything else, the warrior let loose another arrow that hit its mark this time, and she collapsed, breathing heavily. She screamed at herself to pull it out and bandage the wound, but she just couldn't move. She had seen her two best friends die in two days, and couldn't believe it. The battle before her became blurred and the sound of it blurred into one long noise, ringing in her head as the darkness took her.
Three years later.
A lone undead ran through the gates into Deathknell, looking like he had just run across the continent of Kalimdor. He stopped by the decaying church and slowed to a walk. He pulled a torn and wrinkled letter from one of his bags and read it again, to make sure it was right. A grizzly smile crossed his face when he was sure of it and he walked up the path to the crypt on the hill.
When he reached there, he saw the first undead he ever ran into since he woke up.
"Who is that there?" The man by the crypt asked.
"I was called here because the two I asked about have showed signs of waking." He said, showing the man by the crypt a letter.
"Ah yes. The girl first showed the signs of waking yesterday, and her friend just showed his this morning. You were very fast." The man said, looking surprised at the lone undeads' speed.
"Three years of not seeing my best friends, I'm ready to talk to them again." He responded, looking perfectly normal.
"You're a very odd Forsaken. Most lose all friendships through death, but you managed to hang onto it." The man said, more to himself now.
The undead just shrugged and wandered back to the town to rest a little, not like he needed to anyway. He just decided to wait by the fence at the bottom of the hill, and pulled out some wool cloth and began working with it, quickly forming into a pair of boots. He even seemed surprised with the quality of the work, and was just putting them into his bag as light footsteps came down the hill.
"Long time, no see." He said without looking back at the pair just passing through the gates. "Thought you two would never wake up!" He said, turning with a odd looking grin to the two.
"How long have we been... dead?" The girl asked, looking nervously at the man before her.
"Just about three years. Odd how you stayed dead so long even though you both died a day after me." He said, grinning at the other guy who came down the hill along with the girl. "Especially you Herinie. I thought you would be back on your feet in about a year."
"Is that... no. Ergan is dead." The other man said.
"What? How can I be dead if I'm right here? I might have decayed a little, but I'm still recognizable, right?"
Herinie seemed to instantly brighten up and leapt at him, giving him a big hug. "I thought that you were gone forever! I was so sad!"
"Well, I've been up and about for almost five months. I thought YOU were gone forever. Hey Cyrel. How's it going?" Ergan asked, looking over Herinie at his friend.
"Besides the fact that I'm Forsaken now, I'm fine." He said, looking upset.
"Look, you may hate undead, but that's what we are now." Ergan said, looking grim for a moment before brightening up again. "So, lets get you out of these crappy clothes and into something decent." Ergan began descending the last part of the hill and turning back the way he had come into Deathknell.
A few hours of catching up later, the group arrived in front of large ruins. Herinie gave the ruins a look before asking "Isn't that the City of Lordaeron?"
"It was, until the Forsaken took the city for it's own." Ergan informed her as the passed into the ruins.
"The city! It's gone! But I thought you said that the Forsaken took the city?" Cyrel exclaimed, looking around the overgrown rubble.
"It is. Just wait a minute." Ergan smirked, seeing a skeleton off to the edge of the path. "I wish I had been here for this fight. The stories I hear are amazing." He said, following a path into the throne room. "Just a little further and the Undercity will be in sight."
Herinie glanced at Cyrel to see how he was responding to seeing the city destroyed. He seemed to be growing angrier and angrier at the destruction of the Humans work. She grew worried for everyone's safety when she saw his hands begin to glow red. "Just calm down. It happened and we must accept it. There's nothing we can do now to save the city."
"The city? The cities not what's getting to me. It's Ergan. He seems happy about the city being destroyed." Cyrel growled back, glaring at Ergan.
"He's been back for a few months. I'm sure that his undead spirit has taken his mind, with some nudging from the Banshee Queen." Herinie frowned. "He wasn't that bright to begin with, how hard could it be?"
Cyrel smirked eerily at the comment. "Too true."
"Here we are!" Ergan said suddenly, waving his hand at a large slab of stone, completely oblivious to the conversation going on behind him. "The Undercity!"
Cyrel looked at the rock in a confused look, and Herinie just shook her head. "Ergan, have you hit your head lately? That's just a roc-" Herinie was cut off as the stone shot up into an unseen slot and an elevator was revealed in the room.
"No, I'm fine. Just watch your step. There have been some problems with people falling down here." Ergan laughed, stepping onto the bright green platform. Cyrel just followed, looking slightly shocked and Herinie looked unhappy at the chance of making fun of her friend being taken away. The slab fell back down and the group descended into the darkness at the bottom of the elevator.
All right! Finally got chapter 2 done! Hope you guys like it. Please review, they make me happy D Until next time!
