They say there is a calm before each storm. I think mine was the sudden realization that if I died here, I'd go onto the Emerald Dream…with everyone else. I'd finally get to see the light of a new day. And I'm sure that this sudden realization was what fueled my adrenaline to rush into to battle with the Warglaives held at my side. And, almost if this were a book, the dramatic rain fell on cue.
I smirked as I watched the Horde, the Alliance, the Scourge, and my armies rush after me. My focus was Kil'Jaeden. And he was going to fall once and for all.
"We just need to cut ourselves a path to the bastard correct?" Arthas double checked. The giant once-human was simply jogging to keep up with my dash.
"Exactly," I confirmed. "So long as we keep as many people as we can alive." Through the connection between us, I could feel he really didn't give a damn about keeping people alive and, oddly, those words felt hollow as I said them. I don't think I was interested in the death toll. I was merely interested in bloodshed. My Warglaive met the first demon, a wrath enforcer. He fell to the ground as Arthas swiped Frostmourne horizontally, taking out three.
"Show off…" I mumbled. I swiped the right Warglaive and spun around in a complete circle to swipe with the left one. I took out six. It sort of reminded me of Core and Buck's killing contests.
I saw Jaina Proudmoore and Ishanah out of the corner of my eye desperately trying to defend each other from two Pit Lords. And, for some odd reason, I remembered Core.
"You should play with totems!! It's so so much fun!!!" he used to yell at me.
"Yes, but I am a hunter," I used to say. "We don't play with the elements."
I thrust my hard into an outstretched position and watched as the ground rippled all the way to the pit lords, clutched them in rocky talons, and crushed them all together. Ishanah and Jaina looked relieved for a moment. Then the both scowled at me.
"Don't think this means we are on good terms, blood traitor," Ishanah sneered.
"Ha! Ha! Wouldn't dream of it," I snapped back, mockingly. Then I leaped off to meet up with the Lich King who had a path of dead bodies mostly made up by now. Silently, I whispered to Core, "It's never too late to start to play with the Elements, right?"
I slashed through the leg of a Pit Lord that stood behind Arthas. The enraged Pit Lord swiped at me but I took off its arm. It was about to swing its massive tail at me so I dug my heals into the ground to brace for the impact that never came. I looked up to see Patchwerk happily placed on top of the Pit Lords head.
"Patchwerk help Eternus lots?" he asked.
"Ha! Yeah, sure thing, Patchwerk," I laughed. Then we heard a rumbling from the Black Temple. Kil'Jaeden was laughing demonically. He raised his hands, palms to the sky, and began to shout.
"COME OUT AND PLAY ETERNUS!!" he wailed to the ground, with his palms glowing green. Suddenly, the green began to extend into all sorts of jagged ropes and snakes. And they multiplied. I watched as one extended out to me and wrapped itself around my waist. Then another came and did the same. Soon tons of green ropes were wrapping themselves around my body. I swore when I realized this was a bad thing. I began slicing the green arcane ropes; though it felt as though for every one I killed, 3 came to me. It was no use. They started pulling me to Kil'Jaeden from where I stood.
"I've found you Eternus," he darkly chuckled. "I WANT your powers!" The green ropes had won. I was slowly being pulled to Kil'Jaeden. I snarled and whipped my head around; it was the only thing I could move.
"You won't get my powers, trust me," I yelled. "They're too strong for you." Kil'Jaeden laughed causing even Patchwerk to stumble. He smirked at me and I stuck out my tongue back.
"Ha! Ha! Very mature, Eternus," he chortled. "Now, time for your power to be mine!" The pain was very subtle at first; I could actually feel it. It felt like hundreds of thousands of tiny sewing needles were pricking into my skin and being yanked out. Soon, as it spread throughout my body, I couldn't even feel the pin pricking sensation. My head hurt because I could feel the pain but my body was completely numb. My head bobbed until it just rested on the green shafts wrapped around my body.
So, you could say I was fully conscious, but alls I could do was listen. And I heard everything across the battle field too. I heard Patchwerk whimpering. I heard the majority of the Horde and Alliance forces gasp and their leaders argue over what to do if I died.
"If Eternus dies then we're in big trouble," Thrall yelled over the war. He slammed his axe into a Eredar Sorcerer.
"What do you mean?" Jaina asked. "If she dies, then that's one less enemy to worry about."
"Ugh!" Sylvanas scoffed. "You humans are so simple minded. Eternus is the link between us and the Scourge."
"I see what you're saying," Tyrande cut in. "If she dies, instead of fighting with the Scourge, the Lich King could easily eliminate many of his biggest enemies by turning his legion on us."
"It makes sense. Maybe this was the King of the Scourge's plan along," Ishanah suggested.
"No, I doubt it," Thrall disagreed. "I think his goal here was to kill Kil'Jaeden and save Eternus for another day."
"Wait! Look! What the hell is the Lich King doing now," Malfurion shouted interrupting them.
A blur shot past me and through the green binds that were draining my power. I couldn't quite see the color. The numbness was starting to vanish now, but I was starting to fall. It didn't matter if I wanted to extend my wings or not to, my body was still numb. And so, my body met the ground with a thud.
I shook the dark hair from my face and picked up my head. Sleepily, I stretched my arms to my face and rubbed my eyes. It was awhile before I noticed I was actually rubbing eyes and not holes. I looked around. I was sitting in a green field of tall grass. I began running my fingers through my long, pitch black hair that sprawled out around me. It must've met my knees by the looks of it. I slumped back down in the tall grass. I was oddly relaxed, until a familiar face poked his head into my vision.
"There you are silly!" Orian laughed. "I knew you fell asleep somewhere." He chuckled his deep, sexy laugh and stretched his arms out towards me. "C'mon! I'll help you up." I reached back for his arms. I wanted to be held so bad. I wanted to feel his heartbeat on mine. However, instead of being picked up by Orian, a Val'kyr Battle Maiden was picking me off of a black ground. I could no longer see; I didn't have eyes, again. Though I could see the clear, see-through blue of the wings and flesh of Battle Maiden.
"Rise, Eternus," she said. "Rise, as the Lich King commands it."