I stepped into the deep, dark portal in the middle of the Eastern Plaguelands. The Scourge's touch still hovered in the air here so I suppose when the green portal teleported me up to the hovering castle, it was a relief to no longer feel the pain of the Scourge.

The room I stood in was familiar room, towering stone raised before and around me, and death hadn't felt stronger. Four hallways stretched into four different wings; The Abomination Wing, The Plague Wing, The Spider Wing, and The Deathknight Wing. If I had eyelids, I would've closed my eyes in rememberance.

I opened my eyes to see 40 people standing in the large stone room. We were Alliance races. 40 people consisting of Night Elves, Gnomes, Humans, Dwarves, and Draenei continuously shot glances at the stone walls, the long hallways, and each toher. I looked at Orian and grasped his hand, nervously. It was my first raid. He smiled and squeezed my hand as if to assure me.

"Alright guys," Buck announced to 39 people including myself. "Into the Deathknight Wing!"

"C'mon," Apolac, a Night Elf druid cried, "That's the hardest wing! We should go into the Plague Wing."

Core disagreed, "Everyone knows we start with the Abomination Wing. We should start at the easiest and work our way up." As the thirty-nine people disappeared one by one, I walked toward the upper left hallway, feeling suddenly alone. As soon as I walked in, out of the corner of my eye I saw a puke-colored brown blob swing its arm at me. I flew high up above the attack and looked down at all the puke colored blobs.

"What the hell happened!?" I shouted, "We killed all those!" I stayed close to the ceiling as I flew through the room and into a narrow hallway.

The narrow hallway forced my wing to cramp against my body. Making it hard for me to stay against the ceiling. The abominations started to climb onto each other in a feeble attempt to swipe me down and kill me. Finally, I reached a bigger hallway; I took a left to Patchwerk.

The pudgy giant with his ribs and guts spilling out was also alive. He held his axe, guarding his key to the door that led to Thaddius that was guarded by Gluth. As soon as he saw me, he swung his axe. He missed me, but the air from the swing pushed me back into the wall.

"Patchwerk want to play!" the abomination cried.

"Patchwerk," I called, "What happened here?"

"Uh...me no know!!" the giant yelled swinging his mighty axe once more. "First, me no know what happen to Patchwerk. Then, Patchwerk come back and do same thing. Patchwerk guard key."

"Patchwerk, why didn't you go back to the Lich King?" I asked.

"We stay here guard Kel'Thuzad," Patchwerk said, heaving his mighty axe to his side.

"No. You stayed here because you didn't know how the Lich King would react to this," I realized. "And now, you're afraid to go back because he'll say you betrayed him and will kill you all."

"Patchwerk like excuse better," the giant said sadly.

"You're misfits, kind of like me," I said, "I won't reject you or kill you, Patchwerk, come with me. You may stay here to guard Kel'Thuzad but please, help me."

"Well, Patchwerk like little birdie girl. If it okay with Thaddius, Patchwerk help birdie," Patchwerk said. "Birdie should also talk to Grobbulus. Grobbulus help too."

I nodded and thanked the abomination. I flew down to the right side of the hallway, but this time, the puke colored blobs weren't trying to kill me. Instead, they stood there, defensively. Doing the job they had been put to task 10 years ago.

Part of me felt bad for the abomination Grobbulus. The cords coiled in and out and around his body. The one that disturbed me the most was the tube in his mouth. He shot the green goop out at me upon my arrival but I quickly explained what I explained to Patchwerk. He nodded when I asked him to join me.

"You have a nice little army coming along," Illidan congratulated. "It's not the Ilidari but it'll do."

"Oh shut up," I joked. Gluth was a beast and I figured he'd do whatever Thaddius told him to so I rushed to Thaddius. I had the two keys from Patchwerk and Grobbulus and I quickly rammed them into the door. The undead dog, Gluth, finally heard me and turned around. He charged at me, hungry. I slipped through the crack in the door and slammed in shut on the living dead pooch's nose.

"Has another group come to kill me again?" a raspy voice asked. I turned around to see the giant laboratory I stood in. In the center of the shadowy, forsaken room stood Thaddius. He was surrounded by his two minions Feugen and Stalagg. They didn't move much.

"No, I wish to speak to you," I responded with bravado, "It's about the Lich King. Did he bring you all back from the dead?"

"No. At least, I don't think so," Thaddius said, "We know not why we were given a second chance." Thaddius was a tall creature. It has been said that he was sewn together with the flesh of women and children and thrives off of their souls. When the 40 of us came here, we could here the voices throughout the Abomination Wing until we killed him.

"The why won't you guys go back to the Lich King?" I asked. "Are the other Wings alive too?"

"Yes, the other Wings were given a second chance…" He paused. "We don't go back to the Lich King for the same reason you told Patchwerk. We know he will use our lag time getting back to him as an excuse for betrayal and slaughter us all. I also heard you ask Patchwerk and Grobbulus if they would like to serve you."

I grinned. "Of course I asked them! I feel terrible their master has abandoned them. We're all a bunch of outcasted misfits here. We need to band together and show the world we're still here!" I paused. "You and the rest of the Abominations may join me too. I plan on asking the rest of the Wings."

"I will join you on whatever quest for whatever purpose you serve," Thaddius said. "Skip everyone but the commanders of the Wing. Everyone will follow the commander. You should have safe passage through the rest of the wings too."

"Thank you Thaddius," I thanked.

"You have my passage to opening the portal to Frostwyrm Lair," Thaddius said.

"I also have this for you," I responded. I summoned a tiny shard in my hands. I passed the shard to Thaddius. "A portal shard for when I need to summon you."

"Thank you, Miss-"

As I slipped through the door, I said, "Eternus. Eternus Firemoon."

Firemoon was Orian's last name. Mine was Twilightdawn. However, I figured that I could use Orian's last name since we were engaged. I entered the Plague Wing to speak with Loatheb, the giant fungal monster.

Noth glanced at me and the way the forest green blobs didn't attack me. I noticed how the abominations were puke colored to me, and how the plagued creatures were forest green to me, then, I wondered what the others would be colored. When I glanced back at Noth, he was glowing a brilliant purple. The once-mage spoke;

"Trespasser, why aren't my minions attacking you?" he asked.

"Erm-"I began. However, I was interrupted.

"Wait, are you Eternus Firemoon? The one Thaddius was talking about?"

"How did you know?" I spit out in shock.

"These walls can talk," Hoth said. I raised an eyebrow. "By all means, master, please continue on to Loatheb." He stood out of the way so I could continue on through the hallway. I had to pass Heigan as well and I wondered if this encounter would be similar.

I entered his crazy room and remembered all the teleporting he did…and all the running he made us do. I sighed and continued to walk forward until Heigan appeared. He glowed purple like Hoth, only his was brighter.

"I see suffering…I see rage…I see everything," he said. "Miss Eternus, I see your suffering which drives your rage. I see your rage, Miss Eternus. You stifle it; burying it deeper and deeper within you. But you only are feeding it and giving it time to mature until it becomes a beast that will no longer be held by the restrains you have put on it.

"Your rage will rise and take over you. You won't be able to hold back in battles; you won't even be able to resist killing your allies. Sleep won't grace you with its presence when you dawn that evil object. The evilness will feed off of your rage and your rage will feed off of it. Soon your goal of getting rid of it will no longer exist as your hunger for power will replace it. I see everything…"

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah…um…I just need to give something to Loatheb and then I'll be on my way."

"The races of the world will perish," Heigan said, stepping to the side to let me by, "It's only a matter of time. Will you aid Azeroth's spiraling doom?" I hurried past him and his mumbling. Part of me knew he was just a kook whose solitude here only made it worse and the other part of my hoped he was only a kook whose solitude here only made it worse.

I was almost knocked down in shock at the giant fungal monster. I didn't know why; maybe it was the fact that in this confrontation, he was a blazing light brown color. Or maybe it was the fact the fungus had grown since I was here. I don't know.

"Loatheb," I said, "I suppose you've heard of my presence by now." The fungus nodded. "And I bet you've heard of the abomination's recent alliance with me." It nodded again. "I want to give you the same proposition as the abominations. Will the Plague Wing help me?"

I watched as a rope of light brown descended from his back. I winced a little as it came closer to my face. The light brown rope brushed my forehead. "Will we be free of guarding Kel'Thuzad?" the question ran through my brain.

"Yes. You may stay here, so you have a home," I explained, "I just want to give you a portal shard for when I need you."

The light brown rope stroked my head again. "The Plague Wing is under your merciful rule," I suddenly thought again. "You have my passage to opening the portal to Frostwyrm Lair,"