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 15

The two Abominations that had carried the coffin to the center of the room stood again on each side of it. With a single nod from the Death Knight that Sylvanas controlled, the top was peirced by their hooks on both sides and lifted up smoothly. The iron gave sway very easily as the Abominations moved the lid backwards and let it fall on the ground. The weight of the lid was enough to shake the floor with the vibration of its impact.

The chosen Forsaken in attendence were the first to witness the unveiling of the Banshee Queen's orginal form. The corpse of the Elven woman within was almost too beautiful to look at. But fascinated and spellbound by its splendour, the Forsaken stared at it. The body had not decomposed at all, the hair had only slightly darkened, not greyed. The skin had turned a shade of deathly blue and the clothes remained Elven in origin, though more frayed and haggered than the body.

Sylvanas walked forward a few steps towards the coffin, parting the room on either side. With a swift motion she unshealthed a dagger on the Death Knight's belt, and stabbed herself in the heart with it. As the body fell to the floor, her banshee form rose up. The real Death Knight had only a few confused seconds of life to cling to before he collapsed dead.

In a picturesque moment that will forever be within the annals of the history of the Forsaken. Slowly Sylvanas floated towards her body, savoring each moment, before completely encapsulating herself within. A few moments later, the body began to shake and stir, static lightning strikes of dark energy began to emanate from the Elven corpse. The Forsaken moved back slightly, not wishing to be hurt by the massive output of energy that was flying from and around her.

Then her eyes opened, bright red and full of malice. Her hands rose up to grip both sides of the coffin's edge as she pulled herself upwards. An aura of shadow completely surrounded her as she stood again on her two delicate feet. She flexed her long unused muscles and let out a powerful triumphant cry. All the Forsaken sunk to their knees as they bowed to the glory of their newfound Queen.

The Dark Lady began to talk, and like so many Forsaken around her, she found it difficult to use a voice that had been silent for so long. She made several hoarse gasps before she was able to carry her voice loud enough for all those around to hear.

"Thank you," the Dark Lady whispered as her eyes scanned the room, hovering for a moment on Wayne and his companion Elf.

"All of you here will become the first decorated members of the Forsaken," Sylvanas continued. "Now rise and be recongized."

All of the undead rose to their full height and began to chant slogans about the Forsaken that they were quickly making up. They cheered in a frenzy as Sylvanas looked on. When all became quiet again, the Dark Lady began to adjourn the mission.

"Our work tonight is done, for now we must depart and make no sign or mention of what has transpired here this night," said the Banshee Queen. "Is that understood?" she asked.

"Yes My Queen," all the Forsaken chanted back to her.

"Now depart from this place, you will be contacted when I have an order to give," said the Banshee Queen.

"But My Lady," said a Necromancer to whom Wayne had only seen tonight. "How shall we remain secret if there is this crypt full of slaughtered Death Knights and your body is missing?" he asked.

It was clear that this one still possessed a great deal of intelligence. But the Dark Lady was not angry with his questioning, instead she praised his awareness.

"Well thought Necromancer, the answer to that has already been set into action days ago," said the Banshee Queen. "Now leave this place quickly."

The Necromancer bowed again and turned to leave with the others. A noise made Wayne stop as he reached the swamp. Turning around he saw several Abominations carrying the bodies of Scarlet Crusaders into the crypt. Wayne also reasoned that is why he was never ordered to resurrect any of the dead. As he kept moving through the woods, the sounds of destruction within the crypt became louder and louder.

"Why do you follow me so? Why do you protect me?" Wayne suddenly asked the Elf that followed him.

"I am indebted to you for giving me new life, Master," said the Elf.

"Don't you think that you would be better off dead than living like this?" Wayne asked.

"Perhaps, but I can only experience one of those two options, and being this way does not seem so terrible," responded the Elf.

Wayne shrugged, he never thought of it in such terms before.

"Do you remember your name?" Wayne asked.

"Of course Master, my name is Nollis," the Elf said.

"Well Nollis," Wayne said, coming to a halt, Nollis also coming to a halt.

Wayne reached out his bony hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you finally," he said.

Nollis took his hand into his own, "The pleasure is mine my Master."

End of Chapter 15