Outside the barn, the madness continued, her rangers did the usual, mustered up all the bodies they could find, dead or alive, then placed them in one heaping pile. The mound wiggled, for not everyone was fully dead. Sylvanas walked up to the pile and looked to a ranger on her right. The ranger barely saw Her out of the corner of her eye and instantly snapped into attention. "My Queen!" the young one said; strange, even in death there is still fear. "Is this all?" returned the Queen. Her tone barely changed. "This is the most of them…" before the young one finished Sylvia noticed the many orcs, "why are there orcs?" She asked. "There were many orcs running around, confused, but they were easy to kill; they seemed to be possessed." "I thought the foolish humans took care of those orcs" Sylvanas mockingly stated not caring about who was around Her. "Some of the orcs ran into the mountains, Frostwolf Clan some said." She nodded in return. "Very well, I will see to it myself, in the meantime back to order." Took a split second for the young one to realize that the statement meant She was finished talking to her. "Yes my Queen," she bowed then scurried off.
Sylvanas did her usual ritual, she walked a few steps backward so She could fully see the pile. It didn't really matter if they were completely dead, the power of the spell She was about to cast would fully relinquish their souls to Her will: partially. But this mound was much higher than the others. It is also much easier to put all the bodies together rather than spacing them apart: saves area and work. When a few wiggled out, they didn't really seem to say much about the awkward placement.
Once in full view She lowered Her head, looked at Her hands, held them together to form a distorted triangle, and muttered some weird words, what they were, I couldn't even hear them.
Blackness swirls quickly shot out of Her hands and enveloped the mound. Moments later moaning started, like a reawakened hibernated ant hill, the cluster slowly flattened out. She didn't need to stay around and watch to make sure the spell worked, for She was starting to master her new magic. So, She simply walked off; Her rangers formed ranks into the newly wed Forsaken. As to where The Lady was going, they knew perfectly well. A woman's curiosity is a strong force of nature. She wanted to see where the orcs were coming from: the foot of the mountain.
The start of the climb wasn't too far and orcs aren't very good at hiding tracks, especially possessed ones. For a typical man, climbing a mountain in the cold, with no air, and has previously marched hundreds of miles; this man would likely die. However, for someone who has already died, this task was easy.
The wind picked up and the rocks at first were slippery, but as she ascended the wetness turned into snow. Her previous career in scouting also helped Her to be limble. Snowflakes fell onto her pale skin and became thicker. She was colder than the snow. Who heart also mimicked her skin quite well.. Even as her skin was exposed to the elements, she did not shiver.
She stopped. To her right was a body. The orc's face was contorted. Died instantly. No harm could be seen on the orc. She pulled out her silver daggers. The wind picked up as she walked higher and higher. Slowly the air became more thick with clouds.
Eventually she came across a plateau. There were many tents scattered about. No sign of life. She listened, her senses are much better now being undead than alive.
She slowly peeped into one of the tents. Inside was nothing unusual except no one was in there. "Where could an entire tribe be?" Her question was answered shortly.
At the center of the camp she saw a circle of bodies surrounding an orc in the center. She switched to her bow, and slowly knocked an arrow.
Pointing her arrow at the orc "what madness is this? Tell me or I will kill you," she said quite loudly. A hand grasped her shoulder.
She zipped around while fully holding the bow and released the arrow into nothingness. He was gone. Another one-eighty and the orc at the center was also gone. She stowed her bow and pulled out her two daggers.
"I'm TIRED of games!" She looked around. "I know it is you Arthas, I am SICK OF IT." Her breathing intensified even for a banshee.
"Even you are nervous," came a faint whispering voice, it was hard to tell if it was a man or not. "You blame Him for everything. Are you truly mad from what you have become? Or is it THE GAME that makes you ALIVE!"
"SHOW YOURSELF! I have dealt with fiends before" turning around again and around again-almost losing balance.
"You have no idea anything about Arthas." Again, the whispering but it wasn't from any direction. "I know him better than YOU! Demon" even with the unknowing The Dark Lady was arguing.
"You haven't tasted real power." She stopped looking around. "Funny, how fast you became just like him." She dropped Her daggers. She became enraged and arched Her shoulders ready to wail.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HE DID TO ME!" She screamed.
"The universe isn't made up with just you and Arthas."
"HE DESTROYED MY PEOPLE!"
"And what will you do to destroy him?"
"ENOUGH of this SHOW YOURSELF SO I may kill you. And end your jabbering" Quoted the invincible lady quivering at the last part.
In front of Her slowly a black mist formed. The formation down by each second slowly but surely transformed into an extremely handsome man. But this man looked nothing like Arthas. He didn't even look human. His face resembled quietness and calmness, with immense anger underneath. Such are the transformations done by the immortals. Such is The King of Liars. The Prince of Deceit. The one who is a professional at causing doubt. The one who is amazing at creating fear. The one who whispers in every ear "who are you, what are you doing, you are nothing. No one loves you, no one cares about you. You are all alone wanting to die. Do it, not a soul would care." With these words Satan wins souls, bringing His victims into His heavenly hell.
Next chapter, I am going to play the famous record player. The one that never left my mind.