Forsaken
(Name)…
(Name)! Rise, rise and join the forsaken! Join our lady, Sylvanas.
Sylvanas? Does… does that mean I'm dead?
Not quite, (Name), and yet, you are.
What does that mean?
It means that you are neither dead, nor alive. Banned from the light, and rejected by the creatures of the Nether. You are a being raised, thanks to the dark lady's power. You are… an undead.
Un-undead?
Yes.
B-but, how?
Speak with our lady; she will explain it to you.
Why would she want to speak to me? I am merely one of many.
That may be true, but you are a special case. She requested your revival especially. Now, go and see her! She is waiting.
But-but… I never died!
Yes you did, try to remember.
I, I can't…
Try!
I… I can't. I'm sorry.
Very well then, speak with our lady. She will help you.
…
Follow me.
…
(Name)… Finally. I have finally found you.
…?
…You do not recognize me, do you?
…No…
Please, my dear. Try to remember me. You must!
I-I can't! I've tried.
Try again.
…
…
I… I remember a battle field.
Yes?
A great battle. Many died. There was much pain, and suffering.
…Yes.
I remember a sword. …And, blood…
…
A cold, cruel man held the sword…
You are remembering your death, dear.
…I would rather not relate that.
Understandable. With time, you shall learn to accept it. Or, at least, to not despise it as much. Now, please, go on.
I was surrounded by utter darkness. There was… a, a light. I started towards the light, but wait!
What is it?
There, there was a woman! Someone… standing over me. Calling my name. She was making it hard for me to go. To… find peace.
…Describe her to me, please.
Pale pink skin and long blonde hair. Pointed ears peaking through a cowl, with a long cape fluttering behind her in the wind. Beautiful, glinting, glowing green eyes set against a soft, kind face. She favored the color red. She is... was, truly gorgeous.
Hmm… You always were a great story teller… even after death…
You would say that.
Does that mean… you remember?
I could never forget you, Sylvanas.
It is good to see you again, sister.