Alright guys, it's finally here! I know that I haven't updated in a while, almost a month, now, and I'm really sorry. I hope to regain any followers I lost with this chapter, (hint: this is where the romance starts.) and after this I will most likely be uploading a lot more. i don't know how long this fanfic will end up being, but I have planned ahead, and they need to go to a lot of places before their journey ends. Now, without furthur ado, ON WITH THE STORY!

I was falling, watching something shrink in the distance, then I hit the ground with a thud. A door opened. A woman screamed. Then I was falling again, watching that same dark splotch shrink away, then a thud as I hit the ground. A door opened, a woman shrieked. Then I was falling again. I had lost count of how many times I had seen this odd image, and I had grown expectant of the squeak of the door, it's comfort and familiarity. I hit the ground with a thud. I tried to grasp for any memory before or after the fall, but it just drifted away. A door opened. I bet I could recognize the squeak of those hinges anywhere. Then a woman screamed. I waited to begin falling again, but this time it was just...darkness.

A darkness thicker than tar surrounded me, making it hard to breathe, hard to move. It pushed on my chest, expelling the air from my lungs. I heard an icy voice in my head. It filled me with anger and hatred, but I couldn't remember why.

"Tell the king of Stormwind," it took a raspy breath. "Tell him the Lich King has risen once again." The voice faded from my mind, as well as the pressure on my chest. I took one long, gaspy breath and opened my eyes, but instantly regretted it when the image of a nearby lamp was burned into my retinas. I blinked, trying to get used to the light and to get the spots out of my eyes. Once focused, I noticed two things: one, the thick wooden beams forming a ceiling above me were unfamiliar, and two, there was a burning sensation coming from my entire body. I lifted my head up, and looked at myself. I was almost covered head-to-toe in cloth bandages, and the places that weren't covered in bandages were covered in dark bruises.

I groaned, the pain in my head forcing me to lay it back down on the pillow. I heard a slight cough, and I turned my head to see the most beautiful woman I had ever set eyes on sitting at my bedside. She was wearing a long, black cloth robe that was cut off at the elbows and ended mid-shin. However, it was not her robe my eyes were mainly attracted to. Her long, dark hair had been tied back in a ponytail, revealing her face completely. Her fair skin was dotted with freckles around her rounded cheekbones, and her dark brown eyes were like two melted pots of the finest Dalaran chocolate. I noticed a slight hint of fear in her eyes, however, and her thin lips were set in a frown. She ignored my obvious look of admiration.

"You've slept like the dead," she said. "I didn't think you'd wake up." Her voice was like the smoothest silk I had ever felt. "Would you like some water?" I nodded, and she gave me a small drink. After setting the glass down, she looked at me.

"Tell me why you have a runeblade," she said. I gave her a quizzical look.

"What're you talking about?" I asked. In response she dragged a chair over. On it sat a long, thick, wicked-looking sword decorated with runes. For some odd reason, it instilled anger in me, but I couldn't grasp why.

"So are you saying this doesn't belong to you? It just so happened to be strapped to your back?" I could see a hint of anger forming in her eyes, joining the slight fear that was already there. I didn't want to see her afraid of me anymore.

"So what?" I said. "It's just a sword. An extremely ornate sword, but a sword nonetheless." I was now thoroughly confused.

"Are you trying to play dumb with me?" She said. "Everybody knows that this type of runeblade is only used by the Lich King, and his followers, the Death Knights." For some reason, her mention of this "Lich King" made me want to kill something. I sat up suddenly, but the intense pain that shot through my body forced me back down. I looked over at her. There was obvious fear in her eyes now, and purple runes started to circle around her hands. I calmed down, not wanting to get blasted into the Aether.

"I know that name," I growled. "I don't know how I know it, but I do. And let me tell you. The Lich King and I are certainly not allies." The fear started to subside.

"Okay, well, that still doesn't explain the runeblade," she she pointed out.

"Look," I said. "I don't know how I got here, or why I have a runeblade, or why I have all of these injuries." I suddenly realized something. "I can't even remember my own name!"

I started to panic, but her soothing voice calmed me down.

"It's okay," she said. The fear was completely gone from her face, to be replaced by concern. "I thought this would happen; you took a really nasty blow to the back of the head. What happened, exactly?" She dismissed the question. "Nevermind. You probably can't remember." She started to turn away from me, but I used what strength I had to grab her arm. She looked back at me, the fear returning to her eyes a little.

"No. I do remember. I-I fell. I can't remember what from..." Her face paled.

"Alright. I believe you. Just...let go of my arm, okay? I'll get you something for your pain." I nodded, and let go. She gave a weak smile and hurried off into another room. I watched her go, her fluttering robes catching my attention. They were obviously house robes, something one would wear if they were lounging around. I didn't give much thought to it, and instead I took this time to examine my surroundings. The room that I was in was actually a lot smaller than it had first appeared. It had a relatively low ceiling, and very little furniture other than the wardrobe in the corner, two chairs, and the bed. Upon further inspection, I saw that there was also a small nightstand built into the bedframe. Upon it were several small, crystal vials of differing sizes. Obviously they had been used to hold potions, but they were empty now.

I heard the slight clink of glass, and she came back in, carrying more crystal vials. However, these were filled with liquids varying greatly in color and viscosity. She set most of the potions down on the nightstand, then got me to sit up so I could drink the one in her hand. To be honest, I didn't need a lot of coaxing, as the potions she gave me had some sort of sweetener in them, to make them taste better. It was a huge contrast to the cheap, goblin-made potions that the merchants sold, which were unsweetened and bitter from the various roots and herbs used to make them. She must've been an alchemist as well as a mage, which wasn't surprising. Alchemy and magic went hand-in-hand.

After she had me drink the last of them, she cleared the bottles away, leaving me in an empty room again. I used this time to try and remember what had gone on before I had fallen, but all I got was emotions. Anger, hatred, sadness, and a little bit of pride, for some reason. I didn't know what had happened, but for some reason, my mind didn't want to remember. She eventually came back in, and told me that she was going to go to sleep, and that If I needed anything, she was going to be on the other side of the wall. I thanked her, and in response I got a small smile.

"May the light bring you sweet dreams," she said, and blew out the lantern before leaving, closing the door behind her. I lay in the dark for a while, staring at the ceiling and trying to remember something, anything. But soon, sleep took over, and I drifted off.

Alright, so...that was chapter three! Again, I'm so sorry for the delay, it's just that I wanted to get this chapter right, and I didn't the first three times that I tried. So, yeah. Hope you guys enjoyed, and from now on I'll try to upload at least a chapter a week. See you later, guys.