A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

And nope, I in fact do not own warcraft or anything else I write about.

Chapter 13

The night air in Lordaeron was freezing at this time of year as Wayne and the other Necromancers walked out to welcome it. It quickly became apparent to them how utterly difficult it now was to walk or to move at all. Their bones became so fragile when they gained the realization they could flex them on their own. With the loosened grip of an overlord, their continuous driving force was loosened as well.

Wayne felt the new pull on his brain telling him the direction to follow. As he and the other Necromancers darted by rotting trees in haste to the signal. Along the way they could not help but notice other Scourge minions of all types converging with them on the same undefined path through the woods. Turning back to look behind him, now a passive habit it seemed, he noticed the Elf still running behind him. Wayne took a moment to examine the possibility that the Elf's mind was as unhindered as his, and to what he might be thinking.

At last their running came to a halt at the banks of a river. There floated the woman from Wayne's visions, along with many other spectral banshees, but it was particularly easy to spot her. Wayne was then able to recant her as being in the courtyard in Dalaran in what seemed like so long ago. Many more Abominations, among other Scourge units were crowding around and the Necromancers had to squeeze their way up to the front.

"I am pleased that so many of you came from heeding my call," said the banshee.

She rose slightly higher in the air as waves of dark energy flowed from her. She reached her hands high into the air and seemed within reach to grasp the moon with her slender fingers. The undead that had gathered all watched her with a gawking fascination.

"You can all feel it, can you not? The power of the Lich King is quickly fading, he cannot control us all. Now is the time, now is our chance to break free of his control!" said the banshee.

Though it seemed that she was talking to a vast audience, many of whom surely could not understand or comprehend the importance of what she was saying. Wayne nodded in acceptance of what she was implying, but many others gave no sign of understanding her. Surely they could feel it, they were able to heed her call and arrive here after all.

"You who have arrived this night, you are the chosen freedom fighters. You are the ones with the power to slaughter those who have wronged us so!" the banshee said.

All of the undead stirred at the sound and power of her words. A feeling of unity and belonging settled in Wayne's rotting guts as he and the other undead lifted their hands high and let out a fierce cry that echoed all across Lordaeron. As Wayne and the others let their defiance known, he took a look around and saw even more undead rushing to join the borders of the group.

"From now on we shall be known as the Forsaken!" screamed the banshee. "And I as your Banshee Queen, Dark Lady Sylvanas Windrunner! Join me, and I shall lead you on the path to freedom!" she finished in fervent ecstasy.

The cheering and appluase of the undead reached a fever pitch before all went silent, with the undead kneeling in service to their new Queen. Slowly, they all arose and stood as tall as they could with their twisted skeletal frames. They watched and waited for orders, they were prepared in that moment to follow her up the stairs of the Frozen Throne should she command it.

"Now my Forsaken, listen closely to my words. For now we must operate in secret, we do not have the strength yet to reveal ourselves. But in time, all of this world will be ours and we will have no slave driver to command us!" said the Banshee Queen.

"There is an important mission that must be accomplished this night, the first order of business for the Forsaken," said Sylvanas. "I will need no more than thirty of the finest amongst you for this," she concluded.

When none of the undead wavered or left, determined as they were to follow her on the mission, the Forsaken Queen let crack a slight smile. Though it was difficult to see it, and it faded quickly, Wayne was sure that he saw it. The Dark Lady then waved her hand to several banshees on her right side who swept through the undead to sense the strongest. The were endowed with the ability to sense the relative power of those who passed through their glare, with a soft touch, they chose the best who passed through the crowd to the feet of the Dark Lady. A hand was passed through Wayne, and despite the fact that he perhaps had no nervous system left, still gave his bones the chills. He walked forward, the Elf followed behind even though he had not been touched by the banshee, and for all her echoing sentiments to stop, the Elf would not halt unless Wayne would halt.

A powerful group was now gathered before Dark Lady Sylvanas, the rest of the Banshees returned to her side and signaled that they were satisfied with the selection.

"Now is the end of the meeting my Forsaken," said Sylvanas. "Until next I summon you, stay strong and stay secret, now depart."

As all the Forsaken that were not chosen slowly left through the woods, Sylvanas turned her eyes upon the thirty-one undead who awaited her orders.

"You there, Necromancer," said Sylvanas.

There stood eight Necromancers among the crowd, they all stared upwards towards her. One finger was pointed towards Wayne as her sign of which one she meant.

"Your servant was not chosen for this, you must order him to depart," Sylvanas said.

"Ah, yes My Lady," Wayne struggled to say, the words were so hard to form and speak out in a way that was understandable. "But you must understand My Lady, he is very headstrong and has yet to leave from me," Wayne finished.

"I am obliged to stay My Lady," said the Elf, in a loud proud tone.

Wayne turned quickly to see him speak for the first time in his deadened voice. Yet for all its dark sound, it was strangely angelic.

"I cannot abandon My Master on such a quest, please allow me to follow My Lady, as I once followed you," said the Elf.

The Dark Lady bowed her head slightly towards him.

"Very well, I will allow it," said Sylvanas. "Now then, we must go silently through the woods, the place we seek is not far from here, come quickly."

The group of newly christened Forsaken stepped lightly and fast through the woods. Wayne turned to ask the Elf following just one question.

"Why have you never spoken to me before?" Wayne asked.

"Because you never asked me anything," returned the Elf with a slight smirk.

End of Chapter 13