I felt nothing but sadness after I flew us over the Thalassian pass, the lands beyond it were in an equally bad state as the plaguelands, but these lands I loved, and knew all too well. Through the middle of the devastated land ran a pitch back trail all the way up to the horizon. The magical forest seemed to have lost its power as the trees themselves emitted a feeling of sorrow. The deep dark trail beneath us was crowded with undead. Not too much later we could see Windrunner spire and next to that, Windrunner village, it all lay in ruins. The former inhibitants still roamed the village, as banshees and wraiths. I realised how lucky I was to had been saved from such an existance, although mine wasn't without pain either.

"You okay?" Aelana asked.

"I'm so sorry."

I landed to the right of the trail, next to a tree, I sat down on one of the roots and started crying.

"I am so sorry Aelana!" I cried out.

I just saw the spot where I had died, and it completely tore me apart on the inside. I had been part in the army that marched this way years ago, in doing so we cursed this land, nothing would ever grow here again. My home, Aelana's home, Kitty's home, Releana's home, even Estelle's home, it was all ruined because of me. I should have trained harder and put an end to Arthas before he even got this far.

"I am so sorry," I whispered between my sobs.

"Aelana didn't say a word and just sat down next to me, stroking my hair.

It would not help, not this time, my home had not been saved from the destruction we wrought, it too, had been wiped off the map. I looked in the direction of the small village that should have been there, but there was only the dead scar. Everything from my life lay shattered there, together with my dreams and hopes of becoming a strong paladin. Strong I had become, but I lost everything.

I stood up and slowly walked to Tranquillien, it wasn't far, but every moment I spent here felt like an eternity, I was haunted by my memories, of the goals I would not achieve, and the cries of the victims of my own race as I slew them. I kept crying all the way to te village, I cursed myself for remembering where it was, I cursed myself for it because it was part of the thoughts I still retained from my life, it hurt too much. I should have just died in the citadel, like the rest.

I walked the path leading to the village on the hill, once I reached the top I just lied down and looked to the afternoon sky. I could hear Aelana talking with some people. I felt so sorry towards her, I should have left when I dropped her off at the tournament , I regretted going with her, I can't imagine the pain we must have caused on her the day we swept through this forest.

I was about to stop caring for everything, when a conversation between a blood elven lady and a male forsaken, judging by their voices, from inside the building next to me piqued my interest. She said something about two people who had not returned after accepting the mission to kill 'that traitor' or something. The undead responded that he would have to be dealt with, but that the dark lady really couldn't spend anymore soldiers on trying to take him down. It seemed a new adventurer arrived in the building, interrupting their conversation by asking about the 'wanted' request that hung outside.

"Do you know who you are dealing with here?" replied the elven lady.

"Everyone knows who Dar'Khan Drathir is milady."

"You also know there are more who want him death, right?"

"I am pretty sure every blood elf wants him death, yes," he replied calmly.

"The others who have accepted this mission have all died or vanished, I sincerely hope you know what you are doing," I could hear her sigh from over here.

"Don't worry, on my honour as a Blood Knight, I will see to it that this monster gets the end he deserves." I heard his plate boots against the stone porch as he left.

I stood up to check on why this person was hated so much that all blood elves wanted him dead.

"Another soul lost," the elven lady covered her face with her palm.

"Excuse me," I said as I approached them.

She looked my way, "oh great, it's the val'kyr your queen sent us," she sighed, even deeper than before.

This fueled my rage, "hey, I am as much an elf as you are, I just didn't have the stinking luck to survive what happened, I died fighting Arthas while you probably hid away in the dense parts of the woods, coward. Now, I demand to know who this Dar'Khan guy is!" I spat at her.

She looked at me from top to bottom and completely ignored my accusation, "Dar'Khan Drathir is the reason why you died then, that traitor disabled the runestones protecting Quel'Thalas from intruders, he sided with Arthas, and allowed him to pass into our lands."

"Where can I find him?" I asked, trying to remain calm but my rage was overwhelming.

"Just follow the death scar to the south, at the end of it you will find Deatholme, his base of operations, you can find him somewhere in there," she was about to continue but I already ran outside.

I ran to the ledge next to the dead scar and jumped off, I spread my wings and flew low over the scar. I unsheathed my sword in mid air, and faintly saw its magnificence as it radiated rays of holy light before I started hacking away at any scourge that I came across with. Nothing would survive, every single one of them would die, only then my bloodlust would be sated. And they all did die, nothing stood in my way as I carved a path through the scar. Even two abominations, massive constructs of reanimated flesh, who could kill groups of five soldiers in full armour with a single slash of their chains fell before my unleashed might.

I reached the gates of Deatholme and looked back once. Not a single undead remained, but I was not done yet. I wanted more, I would not stop until I had the head of the accomplice of the person who caused death and destruction to MY HOME.

Dar'Khan's minions spotted me and immediately converged on me. Poor them, they didn't stand a chance.

"DAR'KHAN!" I yelled so loudly, that I was almost positive it could still be heard in Tranquillien.

"SHOW YOURSELF YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!"

"Ah, another soul to feast upon," he said calmly, standing on top of a ziggurat, "Poor girl thinks she kan kill me, I will enjoy your cries for mercy as I twist your spirit into one of my minions. Arise soldiers, and bring her to her knees."

He started a dark incantation and skeletons raised from the ground, completely surrounding me, but I had no fear, his magic was weak.

"No more Dar'Khan! No longer will I be a minion to ANYONE!"

I empowered Heaven's Descent and instantly killed all the skeletons with a massive blast of light from the sword, I could only enjoy the second of confusion on his face as I took flight and flew down to him.

"THIS! ENDS! HERE!" I shouted so hard that after I severed his head with a single strike I could still hear my voice echo through Deatholme several times.

I took his head and flew back to Tranquillien, knowing I had finally closed off my past, the traitor had paid the price and had fallen at my hands. I landed in the middle of the village and threw his head on the ground, blood still dripped from it and left a trail as the head rolled a few metres. I took my sword and pointed it at my chest, preparing to end it all, one last hint of regret coursed through my mind when I thought about Aelana.

"NO, ANGEL, DON'T!"