Okay, so this was not exactly where I thought I was taking this story. But it seemed right. Hope you are not to upset. (I had the story up but deleted it by accident thinking it was a different story, so I had to re-download it. Sorry for the confusion.)

Nahal felt lost and betrayed by the creatures that had brought this unsavory existence to him. His future was just as lost in the void as his past, he glanced around at the others in the ranks who were moving toward the commanding officers. His gaze returned to the soft features of the elf before him. He knew her that was certain, there was no mistake in that. "I know you," he said, the words rang stupid in his ears. He couldn't think of anything better.

"I am Pejah," she answered as the leaders continued with their peace talk. She stepped forward and wrinkled her nose at the horrific smell that lingered around the once living sin'dorei. "I was…am your sister." An expression of unknown pain rolled over her smooth features. "I was there when you were killed."

Nahal's eyes widened at the information.

"You saved me from the a killing blow," she put her hand over her chest her eyes swelling with tears. "I should have never been there, I wasn't strong enough to fight the forces that were against us. Being the big brother that you have always been you protected me." Tears cascaded down her face as she took in a shaky breath. "I am sorry, if it wasn't for me this might have never happened."

The dead elf wanted to feel something-anything. All she had spoken rang true and he had no reason to deny it. It seemed like forever before he raised his gaze upon the pale flesh of the living.

The hunting screams of the dead rolled through his mind, his mind was snapped back to that moment.

They were surrounded, the only path of escape was quickly being blocked. Ghouls and other undead monsters were tearing at the ranks like fire through dry grasses. The air was filled with the sounds of the dying and teeth of the ghouls upon metal armor. It was heavy with the stench of rotting bodies and blood, it would make anyone not use to the smell vomit.

Nahal felt the beautiful and rich power of the Light flowing through him as he summoned to bring another end to the creatures of the scourge. The power rolled through him naturally and unwavering for it saturated his whole body in a way of a seasoned paladin. His name was shouted and he turned to find Pejah with her helm off and throwing up near a dead ghoul. Behind her was a creature with a sword raised high ready to arch down upon the unsuspecting female. He and the other knight raised toward the sick girl, while he went for the blade welding undead, the other snatched her out of harms way. He wasn't able to get his blade in position fast enough, the tremendous force bounced off the edge of the sword and slammed against his shoulder. He felt the now notched blade tear under the lip of his helm into the soft flesh of his neck.

His knees weakened as his life liquid poured down his chest and back. He could hear Pejah screaming and the horn of retreat was blown. The horrific exhaustion filtered in as fast as his blood poured out, he fell hard on the ground in the puddle of his own fluid.

That who he was, a live in command of his own mind and the Light. He peered down at his hands, the skin had no elasticity, it simply stretched like old leather. He let them drop to his sides, he was at a crossroads. He could continue forward and stay in this half life until his body rotted from within.

"No one in the family would talk to me for months," she whispered those haunting eyes snapped to her face. It was her brother, only with a strange tint to his skin and eyes. Even with all that had happened he still stood with nobility. There were not to many sin'dorei males running around with that single ear pierce in the left ear. The unique golden stone that had been mounted on the stud, she recalled he had been so very proud of that little trinket. "It was hard for them to swallow the fact you were no longer."

Nahal would of gasped if the function was still available to him, he understood her guilt and he would not let her feel that anymore. She hadn't been seasoned long enough to be there, it was out of sheer need of swords that forced her upon that battlefield that day. "I don't blame you," he said. "It was a dark time for all of us and we cannot dwell upon the past."

"You…" was all she could get passed her lips. She had lived that day over and over in her mind in some insane effort to change the outcome. She had moved up the ranks of the blood knights in some mind set she would find the critter that killed her brother and find some end to it. "You can forgive me?" That was never anything she was able to receive, especially from herself.

"I ask you one thing, sister."

She stepped forward eager to follow this one great hero of the horde orders. "Anything, Nahal."

"End me," the words were shocking to himself. He felt a strange warmth spreading over him. He was tired, exhausted really of the continual battles that were ever present. He had given up a life in the honor and glory of battle. To rot in this body was not really an option he cared to have. What life awaited him away from battle? What horrific wounds would he inflict upon his noble family by appearing before them in this form.

The words were profound and froze her to the very core of her being. "What?" Her heart raced so face she thought she had simply imagined it. She couldn't possibility just end his life.

"I have lived my life, little sister." Nahal said than rose his hands so she could see his disgusting form, caked with blood and entrails. "Let me finally rest in peace. I think I finally deserve it." It might be a cowards way out not to stumble forward in this path set before him. He was born of the scourge, that was a part of him and if he needed to protect the world from himself. He would. The lich king might have some spell that could take over his mind and he might find himself slaughtering his kin. It wasn't a risk he wanted to take.

"But," she whispered she shook her head not wanting to do that.

"If not you, I will find another to do it."

She knew that determined set in his jaw, those creases on his brow. He wasn't going to back down from this. She wanted to shy away and let someone else hold that mantel. She didn't want to let him down, she had to do it. Pejah's body shook as she pulled her sword free from the sheath, she was torn so greatly at the request. Strangely she was honored he would ask her, one who had been unworthy so long ago. "I love you, Nahal."

"And I you, Pejah, my dear sister." Nahal answered automatically, it was something the pair had often whispered before they had parted. He gave her a nod of encouragement before she was able to take the swing.

His head was detached and fell separate of his body, she fell to her knees her body raked with sobs. A few of the others ran to her. "What are you doing, woman?"

"Freeing my brother," she sobbed her hand resting upon his chest. "He asked me to." She turned to the human. "How can I deny him?"

The other only frowned at her and let out a sigh before shrugging his shoulders.

She felt Nahal in the purest form he had been once, his transparent arms wrapped around her. His thanks rolled through her giving her peace. She knew she had done the right thing, his spirit was at last free from the mortal realm. All she had to do was deal with the body he left behind before it captured him again.

Fire licked around the pyre where Nahal's body lay, his armor had been cleaned and his head somewhat mounted back on his shoulders. Those who had fought with him in his living years were gathered around the sister of the fallen. They had no words to express their grief nor the words to sum up this great man. They were there in body to show their respect and love for him.

After the fire had more or less gone out, Pejah finally stirred. She had to tell her parents she had killed Nahal again. She turned toward the setting sun, the faint light glinted on the golden stone that was mounted on a stud on her left ear.