Chapter 2
The next few months, maybe years stretched by, I couldn't sense time anymore, I was not of this world and the other death knights and I worked on our own time, hardly stopping to eat or drink. Our service to him was never ending. They called him the Lich King but I knew him as father and savior, he had brought me back from the brink and gave me life. My training had made me strong, unholy energy coursing through my body; I was far beyond the realm of normal mortals. To us they were no different than elk and we hunted them for sport, slaying whole villages with just a few of us knights. Men, woman and children none were spared the master's wrath. We came upon a larger village and decided to make camp for the night, revel in our spoils a bit. There was a barrack behind the church we had burned and I was tasked with killing a prisoner inside. I steeled myself for the bloodshed that would ensue, as I walked through the door, harnessing all the unholy energy that I could manage. I locked eyes with the man and his seemed to light up at mine. He half ran, half crawled to my feet, gasping for breath. His face was bloodied and bruised; the other knights had already put in some time with him. He stood, hands clutching at my chest, eyes wild as he tried to speak.
"Dalstan, Dalstan is it really you? I-I thought you were dead, don t you recognize me, brother?"
I studied the man's face, dark bags under his eyes, balding disheveled hair, rags for clothes and he smelled of his own waste. I pushed him away from me, unsheathing my blade; it glowed with the impending strike.
"I do not know how you know my name, peasant, but no matter, your end will be the same." I raised my blade as he pleaded, near tears.
"Please, brother, remember who you are, who you once were, he, that monster, is clouding your mind. You were once a great warrior, we fought together to beat back the scourge, remember who you are, Dalstan, remember Erwin, you loved her so."
That name unlocked something within me, images and event flooding into my mind. A battle, a woman, a city, a young man training in the fields, everything was a jumble of thoughts. I saw myself but not as I was now, but how I was years ago. I was standing in full battle plate, in formation with the man now at my feet, standing valiantly by side. I shook my head trying to forcefully remove the scene from my head. No matter who I was, I was now an agent of the Lich King and his will was my own. I cut the man down unceremoniously, his blood splattered about, I bent down to use what was left of his shirt to clean my blade and walked out, leaving him bleeding on the floor. His words and the thoughts I was having didn't die with him, though. I felt like a part of me had returned, some lost remnants of the man I was before my awakening.