Dark Reunion-Descent Into Madness

A cold breeze blew through the woods of ruins of Capital City. Echoing moans escaped from the many still mindless undead, endlessly wandering the ravaged streets above the Undercity. Kyrian sat on a broken chunk of gray stone, flicking away bits of rock that had chipped off from age and neglect. Her eyes darted to her left as a zombie shambled its way into the open air, sort of grumbling at her. She cocked her head at it.

"Is that you…Ceige? Or…?" The zombie's face contorted into the shape of an elf's. An elf she knew well, and her eyes flared in rage. She charged the mindless creature, embedding her blade into its skull. She stabbed it repeatedly, laughing as the old blood and flesh spattered her face. "Die Die Die!" she shrieked, the visage of Fireshade burning through her mind as she attacked the dead body.

Then…as soon as it appeared, his face vanished, revealing the crushed, pussy skull of the zombie. She jumped away from it. "Oho…playing hide and seek are we? Heheh…" She hissed, glancing behind her as she heard heavy plate footsteps.

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Synithalon shifted in her saddle as the Zeppelin to Tirisfal Glades slowly came into dock. She glanced at the hooded Death Knight beside her. He had remained completely silent throughout the entire ride, as if Synithalon, and the world around him simply did not exist. As if feeling her eyes on him, he met her gaze.

"I am only here, because you are my Superior and you asked it of me." He spoke lowly. Synithalon shook her head, turning her Deathcharger to the side and walking off the zeppelin and down the Tower.

"Do you truly not remember her? Or is it that you fear to see her, after so long?"

The hooded Death Knight grit his teeth.

"It is because I remember her, that I fear our meeting. She found a way to be happy without me, seeing me like this could –only- cause her harm!" he growled.

Synithalon turned her charger in front of his so he stopped.

"And he has been taken from her! She needs someone who can help her, someone who cares!"

"Then why not you? You care for her deeply, or you wouldn't have brought me here."

Synithalon's eyes softened, and her shoulders slouched. "Her mind is only focused on the kill, I cannot help her. She doesn't know me like she knows you. The desire for revenge and blood will consume her! Thassarian…she needs you."

Her eyes were pleading, as she faced her Deathcharger away so Thassarian could pass into the ruins. Thassarian peered at her, remaining where he was. Synithalon's eyes narrowed, sitting up straight, her voice gaining a commanding air to it.

"Consider it an –order-." She stated clearly, leaning her head towards the entrance. Thassarian let out a resonating sigh, and pulled on his reins, slowly leading his charger into the desecrated city.

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It did not take him long to find what he was looking for. There were many zombies about, all with their skulls crushed in, or bodies hewn and slashed.

"Damn…seems to me the lust for blood has already consumed her.." he muttered to himself, pulling his blade out of caution. He caught the scent of a recently killed undead, and turned towards it. Again, the head was nearly crushed to bits, the jaw off set and hanging loose. His charger walked over it, neighing with unease. He rounded one last corner, and there she was. She was fumbling with a diamond, set into a white gold ring.

'Must've been from him…" he silently thought. He dismounted with complete silence, and strode up to her. It was only till he was a mere few feet from her that he chose to put all his weight into one step, letting his presence be known.

She turned her head towards him, making a hissing noise. Her eyes widened slightly.

"Oooh…my mind is truly cruel to me. Thassarian is that you?" she asked, her voice seeming far away…like it wasn't quite her. He allowed her to step closer, and she reached out, her hand touching the cold surface of his breastplate. She leaned in, sniffing, an uneasy grin stuck on her face. She giggled, "Oh dear, no, this can't be you."

Thassarian could read the insanity in her eyes. It wasn't anything permanent, but she definitely wasn't coping with her loss very well. He met her gaze, unable to smile.

"It's me, truly." He whispered. Her eyes met his, and she grit her teeth, shoving him away harshly.

"NO! It isn't, you're just an imposter!" She cocked her head at him, like some deranged Forsaken. "Or are you? Maybe you are real." Before he could recover from the shove, she jumped in her, pulling her dagger.

"If you are the real Thassarian, WHY did you leave me? I could've helped. I was a good fighter…very good! And you abandoned me!" Her eyes flooded with tears, and yet she still grinned like a deranged Imp. "I should kill you for what you did to me…"

She raised her dagger. "In fact…haha..I think I will!"

"Kyri, no!" a female voice shouted from behind her.

A shadowy ribbon of energy wrapped itself around her torso, and pulled her away before her strike could land. She flew back, as Synithalon threw her into a wall. The stone groaned at the strain of the impact, some areas cracking and falling away. The Death Knight Commander stood protectively in front of Thassarian as he recovered. Kyrian cackled, lunging for her.

The two traded blows, until Synithalon was able to knock her sword away, slamming her mace into the side of Kyrian's head. The woman toppled to the side, landing ass over tea kettle on the hard stone ground. She shakily got up, her face disfigured where the mace had literally cracked her skull.

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Kyrian could see nothing but white for a good few seconds, her head erupting in fiery pain every time she blinked. Warm blood dripped down her face, and she could feel where the mace had split her skull. She forced herself up, her body shaking. The two Death Knights glanced at her with worry, before both their faces morphed into Fireshade's, that perfect, sadistic grin on his face. For once she did not want to attack, and she ran, dashing through the alley ways and broken walls of Capital City. She could hear them behind her, shouting her name. But why? Why were there so many voices!

As she continued to run, the amethyst gem around her neck began to glow. A memory flashed across her eyes, Thassarian teaching her to fight with a sword. She skidded to a stop, as another image lashed through her mind. She saw Vivien..and Leryssa. The golden forests of Stratholme as autumn descended. She grit her teeth as their first meeting shot across her mind, such a joyous, surprising moment. Twas the first time she had really been shown any real respect in her life. She closed her eyes, clutching her head as the terrible night of Kyrptess's betrayal sparked through her eyes, and how he had gently held her through the terrifying night.

She fell to her knees, tears flooding her pale cheeks. The urge to kill was far away, as she sobbed, her hold on her dagger faltering. The glow from her amulet slowly ebbed away, and she could hear the heavy footsteps and hollow breathing of the death knights.

( )

Thassarian slowed himself, as he came upon a dark archway. There was an eerie purple glow at the end of the alley way, before it vanished, and he could hear Kyrian weeping. The only sound in the world he truly hated hearing. He strode up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. He squeezed her shoulder gently, trying to ease away her hitching breaths.

She wiped away a tear, peering up at him.

"Thass…i-is it really you..?" she pleaded, her voice weak. He helped her to stand, nodding at her and smiling.

"It is..Kyri."

Despite the change in his eyes and voice, he was exactly the same. She reached a hand up to touch his face.

"That look…I've always known it." She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, and burying her face into the crook of his neck. "Gods, Thassarian I have missed you…"

He rubbed her shoulders gently, eyeing her head, grimacing at the blood beginning to cake in her hair. "I've missed you too." He dared to kiss her forehead, before leaning away.

"C'mon…we need to get you to a healer."

Kyrian nodded slightly, wiping a tear away. "Alright."

Synithalon watched from afar, holding her deathcharger's reigns.

"At least now…she'll be safe from herself." She muttered to herself, swinging into the saddle, and charging off towards the Undercity.

Today's Inspirational Music…

New Fish by Thomas Newman!