This is Old little plot bunny for WoW that I never really... did much with. And it is unfinished... but I had fun regardless!

Hope you enjoy!

"Leah? Leah! Stop her!"

No. Shut up. I don't want to come back.

"Can't anyone stop her? Keep her away from that sword!"

Why? It is comfortable here. I don't wanna go. Stay here. Safe.

The voices faded as a splitting pain laced through her core and the rogue jolted awake. The first thing she noticed was that she was freezing cold and her throat hurt. Hugging herself she checked her body for any serious damage and looked around. Where was she? It was dark. It was cold. She couldn't see anything, not even the hand that she waved before her eyes. Was she blind? Probably. What had happened? The rogue wasn't sure.

Tightening her jaw to keep herself from screaming the rogue got to her feet. She felt wobbly and her legs were weak but she moved forward anyways, taking a few experimental steps. Wherever she was it felt solid. She could also hear fighting and shouting. Or was she imagining it?

Damn it, what is happening?

A sound tinkled through the blackness. Laughter? It was growing louder. Instictively she reached for her weapons. The axe was secure on her back and the sword was still sheathed at her hip. Drawing each weapon she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Feeling more comfortable now that she was armed Leah continued on.

What was the last thing she remebered? There was fighting she was sure. Someone was calling her name. The same voice that was laughing? No, the laughter was deeper; a male perhaps. Swallowing hard she looked over her shoulder. No one and nothing was around her.

Sudddenly a radiant light appeared from somewhere in front of her. Light! A opening! A way out? Without waiting she bolted into a head long run towards the light.

"Help! Is anyone here?! Anyone at all?" She burst into the room and was blinded by the brightness. She stopped short, dropping into a defensive stance as she waited for her eyes to adjust. The sound of fighting was loudest here. It rang all about her and she flinched involuntarily at the ringing of metal. The rogue also noted that this is where the laughter was loudest too.

"Hello?"

"You have come to bring Arthas to justice? To see the Lich King destroyed?"

The voice was firm, commanding; demanding all attention. Confusion took over for a second before she remebered. The Lich King! Her party had come to help King Wrynn and Highlord Fordring at the Citadel. Brown eyes narrowing Leah stood straight and stared at the man in the middle of the circular room before her. She didn't recognize the face but he was old, wrinkles about the eyes and mouth. A regal crown sat upon his head but she ignored it. The rogue was more drawn to the eyes which stared through her rather than at her. A shiver ran down her spine when she realized he was dead, the shimmering body winking in the light of the chamber.

"Yes."

The Old man nodded. He motioned around the room with a wide sweep of his arm, "First, you must escape Frostmourne's hold, or be damned as I am; trapped within this cursed blade for all eternity."

"Frostmourne?"

Yes, Frostmourne! During the battle the Lich King had pointed his weapon to her. She had been dragged towards the damnable weapon by what felt like the throat. Rubbing her neck gingerly in rememberance the rogue glanced away. She must be inside the weapon. That is why they were yelling at her to stay away; to come back.

"What must I do?" She approached the form swiftly but even she couldn't stop dodging at the invisible sounds of battle.

As soon as she reached him another ghostly body appeared before them. It looked smokey and hovered just above the ground; a swirling grey mass with leering red eyes. Red eyes that were full of murderous intent on the pair. She tensed as the mass suddenly lunged towards them, too fast for her to even notice and she stepped back hesitantly. The fiend was stopped short as the crowned ghost stepped in front of her and blocked the attack. He returned it with a few of his own, a silver sword with a golden pommel swaying before him. Without taking his eyes off the spirit he spoke back to her.

"Aid me in destroying these tortured souls! Together we will loosen Frostmourne's hold and weaken the Lich King from within!"

"But how? I don't know how to fight a spirit!"

The ghost ignored her question and rushed forward again, stabbing and slashing at the grey mass. To her, it didn't look like the spirit was taking any damage but it cried out in pain as one jab caught what would be the thing's shoulder.

If that is all it took the rogue wasn't gonna waste anymore time. Rushing forward Leah slipped around behind the grey smoke. She jabbed her sword in first, stabbing at the side and then bringing her axe down on the collarbone. The rogue didn't feel any contact and watched as her weapons passed through the shadow with no stopping. However, the shadow screamed again in pain again and whirled around to face her. She skipped backwards out of it's range but it was enough.

The thing's back was turned towards the old spirit who struck the killing blow in the back of the head and chest with two lightning fast stabs. As the form disappated he turned to her. The laughter had ended and a growl of frustration resonated about the chamber. "Shatter Frostmourne, friend."

The rogue nodded, "Thank y-"

She never got to finish the sentence as she was suddenly yanked once again by an invisible hand. A flickering of colors and faces flashed across her eyes and she had the sensation that she was flying before her body landed heavily on the ice. Body sore and bruised the rogue rolled over onto her stomach and started coughing, trying to get her breath back.

"She is back! She made it!"

Looking up the rogue spotted a form sweeping over her. It was one of her teammates, but the face wasn't recognizable. "What happened...?"

"Relax. We can't talk for long as the fight is still going on. Here!"

Feeling soft hands press to her forehead Leah started to brush them away, stopping only when she felt the flow of energies relaxing her.

"Frostmourne... That bloody weapon. I'm alright." She mumbled.

The face smiled warmly, "Yes. We feared we had lost you there. Do you know how long it has been?"

"Feels like hours."

A soft chuckle as the same hands helped her into a sitting position. "Not exactly. Only about a minute. Are you alright?"

"Leah! Era! Watch out! Spirits to your right!" A voice shouted and the rogue became more alert. Whirling around the priestess made some quick hand guestures and a pair of shimmering shields appeared.

"Lets move! They won't last." Era shouted and helped the rogue to her feet. They both took off into a run as the spirits threw themselves against the shields. The protective barriers didn't last long as two more bodies crashed into them, shattering the guards all together. "I can't put up another!"

"Then don't. Just run!" Leah shoved Era forward and wiped the blood from her chin, coughing as she did so.

"There are two more coming." The rogue hissed but suddenly tripped. Era stooped to help her up but she pushed them away."Don't stop! Shield yourself!"

Once on her knees Leah looked back over her shoulder. Two spirits were racing towards them and the priestess started to put up another shield. I can't stop it. Damn it, hurry Elf! Once the shield was in place she made a decision and rushed forward throwing herself over Era. The two fell to the ground as the spirits collided and shattered into a burst of magical energy. It hurt. Oh hell it hurt. Leah couldn't stop the involuntary scream that was ripped from her throat. The pain then vanished and she sank warily into the darkness.

As quick as it was started, it was over and Era gingerly looked up. The shield was gone but Leah prone form lay across her, eyes closed. Fearing the worst the priestess quickly rolled the body off of her and got up. She felt for a pulse, letting a sigh of relief when she felt the slow but steady beat of her friend's heart.