Author's Note: Here is chapter 3 guys, sorry it took so long but I ended up writing several scenes I decided to turn into flashback for later in the story. I just have so many ocs planned I just want to get them all out to you guys in one go, but that would be overwhelming so I am trying to slow it down.

I have sent this to my beta's to be beta'd however I don't know how long that will take them, its been over a day already so I will update this with their improved verson when they finish it, but for now you get my messy version. I hope you enjoy it anyways.

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Death's Aspect

Chapter 3: I die again!

Arthas king of the damned, Lich king of the Scourge paced before his throne atop Icecrown citadel.

"We need to find the source of this disturbance young prince" Nur'zhul spoke into Arthas' mind, Nur'zhul is the spirit that the legion trapped without the cursed blade Frostmourne. And upon taking up the blade in his struggle to protect his kingdom and defeat the undead scourge, Arthas found himself a slave to it.

At first, Nur'zhul made it seem as if it was Arthas' idea, made him see betrayal where there wasn't any, amplified his anger and paranoia until he was willing to serve the scourge. Arthas, however, was stronger than Nur'zhul gave him credit for. Though all those things had taken place Arthas was aware now of the truth. He was no longer in control of his own body. At any point, Nur'zhul could take that control from him, and often did as Arthas refused to wage war against the nations of the world he had once fought to protect.

"We have gone over this Nur'zhul" Arthas replied with as much venom was he could. "There is no we, and you need to find this source, I hope you fail and this disturbance eventually ends your existence as well as my own."

Arthas winced as he heard Nur'zhul's laughter echo throughout his mind.

"Oh young prince I have told you, again and again, there is ONLY us. We have been one and the same since you took up the blade."

"Something I would never have done had I known the price!"

"Do not lie to me young prince, you were desperate for power, you would have done anything to find the strength to defend your country."

"And yet your price was to destroy the very thing I was trying to protect, don't try and twist my own reasoning in my own mind Nur'zhul."

"Think what you want a young prince, but you have no choice anymore, We are the Lich King now, what does it matter if you are evil or not when the whole world believes you are a monster already."

"It matters to me; you may control my body Nur'zhul but my mind will always be my own."

"Only for the now young prince, only for now."

-o0O0o-

Elizabeth winced slightly as a sword came within her guard and nicked her arm. Harry and she had been fighting almost a full day since she had recovered enough from her concussion to continue their journey through the massive cave systems.

The undead that had gotten through her guard was pulled back and tossed into a wall by the monstrous panther Harry had created as a guard for her. The panther quickly ripped the undead apart and charged into another group and Elizabeth turned conjuring a gout of flame which filled the tunnel behind them when she noticed over twenty undead coming up behind them. She could hear a few explosions from behind her and knew Harry was at work. Ever since she had been hurt he had started throwing around spells the likes of which Elizabeth had seen no equal, and it didn't look like he was anywhere close to slowing down his spell usage. So far she had seen Harry through large groups of undeath with enough force to shatter them against cave walls, streams of white hot flames that that incinerated undead in under a second, spears of ice as large as any man, and conjured creatures that ripped through hordes of enemies, just to name the most impressive so far.

Though even with his displays of power they were starting to be seriously overwhelmed.

"Can you buy me a few seconds Elizabeth?" She heard Harry asked from behind her as she felt him place himself back to back with her.

"Why?" Elizabeth panted as she paired a spear thrust with her staff and countered with a fireball that pushed the undead who attacked her back into a group behind it before blowing them all to pieces. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see one of Harry's panthers being brought down by a swarm of ghouls.

"I have a spell that can save us, but I need perfect concentration or it could destroy us along with everything else down here."

Elizabeth gritted her teeth wanting to complain about how stupid it sounded to risk themselves like, but she had no grounds to really complain to him. She had done something dangerous that was more, pure luck that she had survived rather than skill.

"Alright." She replied as she froze a group of oncoming undead from her side of the tunnel. "How much time do you need?"

"Only a few seconds," Harry replied and Elizabeth nodded bringing up a barrier around them as Harry started weaving his wand in a complicated pattern before shouting

"Fiendfyre!"

A wall of flames leaped from his wand into the horde of undead around them with the fury of hell itself consuming all in its path. The amount of magic emanating from the flames caused Elizabeth to fall onto her ass in shock and start in both awe and horror as mythic creatures made of flame seemed to leap out and consume the undead. She could already feel the heat on the stone beneath her turning hot.

"Elizabeth!" Harry shouted as three undead who had yet to be caught in the flames rushed forward to take advantage of her shock. Harry's shout caused her to jerk and turn around just in time to see Harry move in front of her and a spear to go straight through his stomach and stop less than an inch from her face, in the next moment a sword piece through his chest just under his heart and an axe dug into his shoulder shattering the bone. Before the undead could do any more damage the flames from Harry's spell which Elizabeth now realized felt chaotic and wild surged at them and consumed the undead and tried to do the same to Harry making him scream as he fell to his knees but held his wand high. She could hear him muttering to himself with his eyes closed as he continued to direct the spell.

"I will not lose her again." He chanted over and over as he knelt there the weapons still stuck in him as he bled all over the floor and Elizabeth sat there stunned that he was still alive eventually the flames raced down the tunnels away from them, but still Harry kept his wand raised and his eyes closed.

"If you could help me walk we need to start moving out of here, I am keeping up the spell because if I lose focus I lose control of the flames. With these wounds, I don't think I can walk on my own."

His words snapped Elizabeth into action.

"By the ancients, Harry, stop the spell and let me work on you. You could be dead any moment if we don't do something." Elizabeth said frantically as she moved over to him hovering with no idea of what to do.

This only caused Harry to laugh and cough up a little blood.

"I will be fine Elizabeth, but I need you to help me so that we can get out of here alive."

-o0O0o-

Sylvanas grits her teeth as she watched the horde of undead, mostly skeletons though there were ghouls mixed in as well from the shadows of a small cove on the side of the mountain. She could see the entrance to the extensive cave system she knew Elizabeth had run into. It was one of their planned fall backs. If all of her other escape routes were block the tunnels were a maze-like and extensive enough to stay hidden until the horde either gave up or recuse came. They hadn't planned on this big of a response, though. A few squads of elite undead were what we thought would be sent after her, not an entire mindless army like this.

"My Lady, what are we going to do?" Cyndia whispered from just behind Sylvanas. She didn't turn to look she knew the rest of her rangers would be behind her, they wouldn't be able to see as much as she could but they could see enough.

"I don't know," Sylvanas growled in replied as she saw Cyndia move slowly to her side. She noticed her slight flinch at the tone of her voice, laced with the banshee's wail as it always did when she was angry. She may not be able to kill with her voice now that she had a true body, but the emotional effect of her voice remained, as it did for all her rangers, who had once been banshees with her.

They stay there hidden in the shadows for many more minutes as Sylvanas thought furiously of ways to save Elizabeth, the girl who loved her, and the girl whom she maybe loves as well, as foreign as the thought of her cold death heart loving anything anymore is, she couldn't deny what she felt for the girl.

And to only now realize how she felt about her, now that she had all but lost her, it was a fresh cut of sorrow and pain she had yet to ever experience. She had died at the hands of Arthas, had her soul ripped from her body and enslaved to his will. She had been forced to kill a countless number of her people, fully aware of her actions but not in control of them at all.

But compared to the thought of losing Elizabeth like this, where she believed her feelings to be unreturned. She would willingly enslave herself to the Lich King's will again to save herself from this pain, or she would if she didn't know how horrified Elizabeth would be with that course of action.

Just when Sylvanas was about to give up with a plan and just charge in, impossible odds be damned she would save Elizabeth or die trying she noticed the mouth of the cave was glowing.

Then suddenly a torrent of flaming creatures streamed from the entrance of the cave. big cats, serpents, birds, dragons and many other creatures she couldn't make out all mixed together in a raging inferno that quickly spread across the entire field with a roar of constant thunder. Snow turned instantly to a cloud of steam and soon the whole valley for hundreds of feet in front of the cave entrance. Was hidden by the dense cloud of steam.

My rangers and she stood there in shock at the display of complete fiery destruction feeling the heat from here, high up the mountain side from the inferno below. When the cloud finally cleared a few rangers gasped and Sylvanas couldn't reprimand them for the break in stealth. The very stones the Undead Horde had once been standing on were glowing red hot, and not a single undead was to be seen anywhere, they had been burnt so thoroughly not even ash remained.

"Did Elizabeth do this, my Lady?" Cyndia whispered in awe as she took a step closer to me and Sylvanas shook her head numbly. The fear that that blaze consumed Elizabeth as well starting to fill me.

"No, such an inferno is beyond her. In fact, it's beyond anyone I have ever heard of apart from the titans and the aspects." Sylvanas replied in a raspy voice before she started to leap down the side of the mountain with more grace than any mountain goat. She could hear her Ranger's following behind her just as gracefully. As she neared level ground near the still glowing earth she noticed movement at the mouth of the tunnel and if her heart had been beating it would had stopped, as it was her body was still frozen at the sight. A Felhound walked out of the cave, a monstrous one, larger than any horse. On its back were two figures, one was clearly Elizabeth and as soon as Sylvanas registered that fact she started sprinting towards her completely ignoring the heat on her feet as she ran. Though she could smell the leather of her boots burning, the leather did not ignite, her ranger hesitated only a moment to follow her as if unsure if they would burst into flames as well or not should they step on the much dimmer but still red stones she was now running across. As she drew closer her vision focused solely on Elizabeth, she looked exhausted and there were blood stains on her robes but she was alive and conscious, her brain only took in the man on the Felhound with her through habit. Black hair, human currently unconscious or too exhausted to sit upright.

As soon as she leaped onto the Felhound the man's head snapped up and she suddenly found herself flying backward as he raised his hand. It was as if the very air had hardened into a wall and pushed her back, his hand was suddenly alit with flames when Elizabeth place a hand on his shoulder.

"It's ok Harry." she heard her sweet melodious voice reassure him. "It's Sylvanas and her rangers, they are her friends."

All of this happened before Sylvanas even hit the ground, which she did with a graceful roll coming to her feet with a dagger in her right hand and a throwing knife in her left. She could see her rangers approaching with their bows drawn and arrows notched, no doubt a response to the man attack.

"Lower your weapons, my rangers. I just surprised him is all," she commanded as she slide her weapons back into their sheaths and the man, named Harry if she heard Elizabeth right lowered his hands the flames that had been dancing along them dying out in a blink.

Now that she stood here she was unsure of what to do. She knew what she wanted to do, she knew what she was going to do before Harry had thrown her back. She was going to tackle Elizabeth in a hug, tell her she felt the same, regardless of the fact that her rangers and this man were present. Now thanks the Harry she could gather her wits a little and realize how that would look to her ranger's, they had in fact been giving her strange looks since she told them the goal of their mission and she knew they already suspected how she felt about Elizabeth and that wasn't good at all. Just what would her people think of her, the Banshee Queen, leader of the free-willed undead, falling in love with a human girl, a warlock.

Never mind that it had already happened. No one had any proof that is had happened outside her own thoughts, which she had kept to herself. And now that she was alive and safe in front of her, she found it much easier to hide those thoughts. She was saved, she didn't need to worry about her any longer. Just get her to a healer and let her rest and she would be just fine.

"My Lady, Harry needs a healer." Elizabeth's voice interrupted Sylvanas' internal debate and Sylvanas looked up to see the man slumped over on the Felhound again.

"Venomspite is only a few hours travel away. What's wrong with him?" Sylvanas asked as she motioned for everyone to move out.

"I don't even know how he is still alive my Lady. He took a sword, spear, and axe to save my life. I wasn't paying attention and a trio of skeleton warriors got behind me. Suddenly he was there taking the blows for me and yet he was still able to control those flames and get us out of the tunnels."

Sylvanas looked to the man with new respect. Were it not for him, Elizabeth would be dead, perhaps several times. He took a death blow for Elizabeth and for that Sylvanas was more grateful than she could possibly descript. "I haven't seen anything like that fire before either," Sylvanas replied as they started working their way south around the mountains towards Venomspite.

"Neither have I, my Lady," Elizabeth replied before turning to Cyndia. "Do you have any bandages?" She asked gesturing towards Harry who was still bleeding all over the felhound.

"Yes, not that they will do much good, there is no way he will survive those wounds," Cyndia replied only to receive a fierce glare from Elizabeth until she reached into her packs and handed the bandages over.

Elizabeth immediately got to work wrapping the bandages all over Harry's chest and back doing her best to stop the bleeding and praying that they reached Venomspite fast enough to help him.

-o0O0o-

Elenna Brightwalker rubbed her forehead as she sat at her desk within a small room that was assigned to her when she arrived at Venomspite. She hadn't gotten any sleep again last night, her cravings were far too strong to ignore but she had already used up her stash of magical gems provided by her people to soldiers, their equivalent of soldier rations. She was a blood elf and like all of her people she had developed a dependency upon magic to survive. Though it was better described as an addiction to magic. Without magic, a blood elf would soon face withdrawal symptoms and if left untreated became what was known as a wretched, or if they were lucky entered a coma which would eventually lead to death.

Elenna wasn't anywhere near the Wretched stage but she was feeling withdrawal symptoms. She had always felt the pull of magic addiction worse than most of her people, or perhaps she was just weaker than most of her people, she wasn't really sure which it was.

Elenna's head jerked up as she heard a commotion from outside before she let her head fall into her hands. She knew if it wasn't for the headache she had she would have passed out from exhaustion already, she had large bags under her eyes already from her lack of sleep the last few days and she was thinner than normal as her appetite had vanished over a week ago easily overshadowed by the strong ache in her body for raw magic. even her thick silver white and gold robes didn't hide the hints of malnourishment on her frame. But that just let her fit in more at Venomspite. She was the only non-undead soldier stationed at Venomspite, with their old priest having been slain by the last assault from the Scarlett Onslaught.

"Get the healer out here NOW!" Elenna almost fell out of her chair as a terrible banshee-like voice to tore through all of the base of Venomspite, a voice she recognized. Lady Slyvanas the Banshee Queen.

Elenna bolted from her office without any conscious thought about doing so and was outside before she realized she was heading there. Once outside she saw a squad of rangers surrounding a large felhound. Upon the felhound sat a human woman and holding an unconscious human man in place. Slyvanas stood in front of them all glare at everyone as she held her bow in a rest position pointing at the ground.

"Where is your healer?" Elenna heard Sylvanas demand of the commanding officer of Venomspite turning her head to look at the male undead causing him to cower under her glare before her commander could reply Elenna rushed forward and spoke up.

"I am here my Lady, what do you need?" Elenna attempted to curtsy as well but Sylvanas had already grabbed her arm and dragging her back towards the felhound.

"We have an injured human man, he saved one of my agents, and all of his wounds were obtained protecting her, You will save him as if your life depends on it because it very well might," Sylvanas growled and Elenna felt her face pale at the blunt threat but rushed forward knowing that to delay would only get her in trouble.

It took less than two minutes to carefully lower the man down from the felhound and over to a medical table in a room next to Elenna's office. The rangers carried him the whole way and Elenna only directed them. Once the man was placed on the table Lady Sylvanas ushered her rangers out and stood at the door, the human woman moved to stand by the table opposite Elenna.

Elenna got to work calling upon the light to start the regeneration of his body as she studied him, trying to determine where she needed to focus on first. As she noticed his wounds she paled even more. Two puncture wounds straight through his body, one through his stomach and other his chest, then a large gash on his back shoulder that also shattered his shoulder blade. The man had stopped bleeding long ago judging from the dried blood on his body, yet his body was still alive. Elenna stared at him in shock trying to understand how a human could have run out of blood and still have a beating heart, a functioning brain and breathing lungs.

"I thought you said he was human?" Elenna demanded turning to Sylvanas forgetting for a moment who she was talking.

Sylvanas' eyes narrowed at Elenna's tone but replied in a civil tone.

"Of course, he is human, look at him."

"Then you tell me how he is still alive! He doesn't have any blood let to lose, he has completely bled out, yet his heart is still beating even with no blood going through it, his lungs are still breathing even without any blood to give the oxygen to and his brain is completely undamaged and functioning, there is no way that a human would still be alive like this."

At her description of Harry's situation Sylvanas and Elizabeth's eyes widened in complete shock before locking back on Harry.

"You have to be able to do something!" Elizabeth demanded frantically, "if you need blood you can take some of the mine, I own him my live several times over and he is only like this because I lost focus in the middle of the battle and he took the wounds meant for me!"

Elenna cast a quick spell over Elizabeth then shook her head sadly. "You two do not have the same blood type, his body wouldn't accept your blood, and I am a blood elf, our blood would corrode away at the human body. I have no idea what to do to fix this."

Elizabeth opened her mouth to say more when suddenly a vortex of magical energy filled the room like a hurricane and both Elenna and Elizabeth turned to stare at Harry's body. Being more sensitive to magic then Sylvanas, they had felt the outburst of magic coming from Harry's body as it flooded the room before it started to spin around the room like a storm, then as suddenly as it had come forth it all rushed back into his body. Elenna couldn't hold herself back from feeding on the storm of raw magic and it was the most revitalizing and pure magic she had ever felt in her entire life. She had to focus all her effort on not rushing to him as she felt all the magic starting to turn back to reenter harry's body.

Once the storm of magic was over the three women in the room looked at Harry to see all of his wounds healed without any scars and his body radiating magic so strongly that it was a visible cloak around him. Elenna felt hands grab her and she turned to look at them in confusion to see Sylvanas glaring at her. When she turned back around she saw that she had taken a few steps towards Harry without realizing it.

Suddenly Harry coughed then gasped and sat up immediately clutching his head.

"I died again, didn't I? God damn that hurts so bad every time." Harry moaned as the three women just stared at him in shock.

-o0O0o-

Alarsia sighed as she continued her trek through the snowy landscape of Dragonblight upon her Deathcharger. She had been assigned by the Ebon blade to aid Venomspite in the extermination of the Scarlett onslaught bass New Heathglen. The Scarlett Onslaught had become even more fanatical and had even started attacking any and all alliance because they were working with the Horde to bring down the lich king. With their alliance including death knights from both the alliance and horde races as well as the forsaken, the Scarlett Onslaught felt all of those in the alliance were traitors.

What she hadn't expected out of this trip was to meet up with the source of the pull she now felt in her mind, but yet is seemed that is what was going to happen when she arrived in Venomspite. She had purposely taking detours on her journey to try and pinpoint the source of the pull and from both the south and the east had pointed her to a point between Venomspite and Naxxrmas at its current position near Wintergard Keep. Now following the roads from the region of Grizzly Hills and into the region of Dragonblight the source seemed to move so that it pulled her either to or through Venomspite.

As she contemplated for the hundred time on this trip how she should react to the source of this pull she was pulled from her thoughts as she made the last turn in the road on her way to Venomspite. As soon as her eyes fell upon the city and absolutely monstrous amount of raw magic started to fill the air with its source clearly coming from Venomspite, suddenly it was as if all higher level thought left her and she was filled with a sudden desperate need to find the source of her pull, which she registered somewhere in the back of her mind had the same feel as the magic that now filled the air as thick as any dense fog.

Alarsia kicked her Deathcharger into a charge straight for Venomspite only taking a few seconds to close in then enter the city. A few undead guards leap aside as she charged through only to yell angrily then charge after her as they noticed her tail coming out the back of her armor the horn that came through her helmet, the only signs to the casual observer that she was a Draenei under all her armor.