Queen of Thorns

“It is time, time to feed, time to quench the thirst. You, you are the harbinger of death, bring of death and dismay. It is the time to shed the blood of the weak. Let only the strong remain.“ She sat staring at her sword hanging on the wall of the castle. Its whispers had started again. Calling out to her. They had been getting steadily stronger since the Legions return.

She tapped her leg, deciding what to do.... “Fuck it.” She walked over and picked up the sword. It sang in her hands once again. “Lets go see what bounties we can find.”

Dear Miss Lacyrma,

I do not know if you know me and at this moment I do not care. I am not writing for myself. I am writing and I can still not believe that I am actually putting this request to paper. She is part of the reason I am what I am, A Death Knight, but I get off topic. I am writing on the behalf of Zee. You may remember her from the past. She has been a major part of this city as well as its history. She had cried, bleed and even once or twice, died for this city, our people and our familys. To those who know her she has been a loyal friend and close family member. She has taken little ruffins off the street and given them food, clothing, homes and jobs. She has defend this city, na our people for a long time ranging from the march on the sunwell to the fall of the Lich King, even the attacks from Deathwing, which our city was lucky to have missed. She has also saved you once from what I understand from her bitch of a mother Jaen. I hated that damn priestess. Once again though i get off topic. I am stepping away from my past with her and stepping up into my sisters spot to ask for help in rescuing her. If you need to know who my sister is you can but ask and I will reply. But for now let me tell you what I have found out so far.

Zee was famous for taking in little rogues and such, taking them off the streets and actually giving them real jobs. She had a kind heart which I fear is how she got taken. One of her little rogues, Kono actual was able to witness most of what happened and has passed it on to me in between fits of fever. It seems some one actually had found Zee floating out at sea on some wreakage and brought her back to the city. Upon waking up and finding a battle at hand, she raced off with out asking questions, AND with out letting anyone know she was back. She helped little Kono when she found her wounded in the battle. From where Kono sat wounded she witnessed a large orc attack Zee from behind when she stopped suddenly due to seeing two figures in front of her. Who they where I do not know. Kono stated though that the orc called two faceless forward who dragged her off through a set of portals. I am guessing that she has been taken back to their headquarters. Where this is at I do not know but I hope that you might.

Please I am stepping out on a branch here. Normally I would not even consider doing this but I fear that no one even knows she was even there.I dont think Venrome even knew she was back in the city yet and he is normally on top of that. I am not going to beg and plead. I just ask that if you are planning something to rescue others please keep an eye out for her. I mean really if anyone gets to kill her that right should belong to me. But once again thats another story for another time. I got her into this mess so I guess we are even now once she is rescued.

“Another, NOW!” She yelled at the bar keep. The bar around her hummed as usual. She came here to loose her self in the crowds. Wayfares in was never without a crowd. As she grabbed her drink, she turned to the crowd. The usual riftraft was there. Whores, theifs, nobles, and knights all seemed to mingle together as if their stations ment nothing anymore. She had even seen an alliance pig slip through the crowd. She looked up at the railing above her. Yep he was still sitting there on the edge, in plain sight. Turning in disgust she slammed her drink back down on the bar. This city was going to waste. It was nothing like it used to be. Yes there was theives and whores but damm it to fel they did not stand out in the open like this. Her grasp on the glass tightned causing it to shatter in her hand. She sat there staring at her hand full of shards. Even in death the pain still existed. Leaning forward Rosezara begain to pull the shards from her hand that was already healing. “Ahh well do you need help my lady it seems that you are injuried” A blood knight stepped forward with a look on his face that gave it all away. Damn idiots. No one knew their place anymore. They seemed to even want to go after the undead for a quick piece of ass. She laughed at the thought of them even trying. She ignored the stupid knight and went back to picking pieces from her hand. This seemed to aggravete him even more. As soon as he placed his hand on her shoulder she quickly moved to grab it but another was faster. “Do not harm the lady if she does not want your attention, besides she is here for me.” “Your both sons of a motherless orc.” She quickly stated and turned to leave.

Walking out into the streets, she took a deep breath and looked around her. Maybe it was not all so bad. There was things in this city that her sister had loved so well. She sighed deeply. She had not heard from her sister in years now. Nymune had been offical declaired dead and Rose being the only living relative left had inherited her estates but nothing else. They had looked at her in distaste in doing so as well. They had sneared at the thought of a death knight being handed the magisters items. So many times in the past though had she tried to remind them she had once been like them. Stood beside them, defended Silvermoon from the Lich King with them. Little had she know as she had stood there the first time that she would fall and become one of them. Her sister though had never once balked at her sister and her change when she had come home finally. Actually she had accepted her with open arms, even though they had different mothers, she still had shown her love.

Suddenly the alarms went off through out the city. Mages where rushing people through portals. A call went out to all those that could help to do so. She seen many rushing out of the city towards the square. She laughed softly and headed towards the fountains. Everstep she took though seemed to have memories of the once forgotten house varthylis. She seen her sisters touch still in the city, she seen the rogues and thought of that stupid knight who seemed to always be wearing white. Even as people paniced and ran in the chaos around her, she saw the ghost of past memories moving about the city. Even now she could not escape the memories of the past. Damn it, damn it to fel.

She quickly turned and called for her horse from the stables. Mounting up she rushed to follow the crowd that was flowing from the city. To her horror she watched as mounts ran wild, she could see the march on Fairbreeze had taken its toll and the enemy was waiting on its strike on the square. A particurly rare mount caught her eye. She knew that mount anywhere. Some where in the crowd that damn white knight must have some how made it here. She wondered if the warlock had been successful or what side she actually fought for.

As she entered the square there was some one behind her giving a speach ment to rally everyone. She openly laughted out loud which got her several looks from people she passed by. As she walked the path she seen several rows of white sheets. Memories she had log ago suppressed flashed before her. It had been pretty much the same when the scourge had over run the city. From one of the streatchers where a healer sat beside her came a soft cry of her name. “Rose… Rose they took her……” Turning she recoginzed the rogue that sat there as an employee of Zee. “What do you mean they took her?” “A faceless one pulled her through the portal… They took her… they took her alive….She had just come ba….” The little rogue had passed out either from pain or the meds, she knew not. “Ignore her rambling mam. It is just the pain and fever of her wounds. From what I heard none have been taken. They either lay dead out there, dead in here or wounded here.” The young male healer kept on with out even looking at her as he tended to the wounds still left on Kono.

In the distance on a vacant shore, a dark shadow stepped into the moon light.  It seemed to be waiting, watching for something. Another figure stepped from the shadows to the north behind the first one. A shot of light came from the hooded figure as they quickly turned towards the oncoming person. There was an eerie laugh that was heard across the waters as the figure quick seemed to dissipate into nothingness and quickly reappear.  Both figures quickly shed the cloaks they were wearing. Her blue eyes took in the whole scene. Yes all the players where in place. She sat down on the end of the plank to watch the on coming battle unfold.

It seemed the two figures argued back and forth for at least an hour. She was growing bored. Growling she stood up. Two hands quickly set on her shoulders. “Believe me they will fight soon enough. Give them time” a male voice sounded behind her. She sat back down with a huff, her attention going back to the distant shore.

Soon enough the two figures seemed to back away from each other. She could make out from the reflection of the moon what each one was. To the south stood a paladin, whose armor reflected white with gold accents and purple gems. With her clock gone one could see a sword strapped to her back that glow the same as the gems. In her hands she held a small mace which seemed to glow with its own internal light and a shield. To the north the only thing that reflected was the person’s shoulders. Soon enough the figure disappeared into the shadows. “That one must be the fucking priestess.” she muttered out load.

As she sat in her perch and watched the only thing that she could catch from the distance were flashes of light between the paladin and the priest hiding in the shadows. The flashes came quick. Her eyes darted over the shore as the lights bounced over the shore. The battle seemed to rage on for several hours as before the two seemed to stop and breathe. They could barely move. Every so often a flash was seen or sparks from weapons clashing. Now was her time.

Jumping down she landed on the ice created from her frost. Slowly she walked towards the shore with the two figures close behind her.

The priest took a deep breath, her fingers digging deep into the wet sand beneath her. The paladin sat on her ass, her shield cast to the side with her mace. Her sword was planted in the wet earth beside her as she leaned on it. As the both stared at each other waiting for the next move a cool wind blew, frost began to gather in the puddles around them. “Well my child it seems we have been setup. Both of us where too bullheaded to realize it at the time. I assumed you where hiding something and you thought I was lying. It seems it has finally cost us.” The paladin nodded. Turning they both watched the sea as blue eyes stared at them through a fog which seemed to be rolling in.

“I crawled from the wreckage one more time. Horrific memory twists my mind. Dark, rugged, cold and hard to turn. My path of destruction, you will feel it burn.” She pointed at them. “The light that is not, and the light that is, both here. To flush you out, I used your own fears. You both hide, but you both where found. Cause I hunted you down without mercy.  Every move I traced. I will admit you had me for a time….But your luck runs out….” Smiling deeply she raised her hand and stepped on to the shore.

Both turned to towards their mounts. Standing between them was two figures, both cloaked. A soft cry rang out from the paladins lips. She knew just looking at the two and her heart broke in two. A small gasp even escaped from the priest, for a third figure stood between them and the mounts.  His white hair still hung down over his shoulders. His shirt well pressed even after a long flight. His wand and sword hung from the well made hilts at his side. His eyes stared blankly at them. His face emotionless. “Kel…….. Kelsair….. I mean Jarayth?” the priest voice cracked as her voice echoed across the lagoon. Rose laughed. An empty, metallic laugh that causes chills to run through the paladin. “I told you. Every move you made, everyone you talked to, I traced. I found out a little secret from you priestess. It was something that you released when we passed each other in that crystal prison. HE was still alive you had found him but since he had no memory, you let him be. See there was some light left in that cold frozen heart of yours.” The paladin looked at her confused. “Oh she did not tell you. On things get even better…..” the metallic laugh echoed of the small mountains surrounding the shore. “And now is not the time to tell her death knight” a sneer rain across the priest face. “Then if it is not the time for truths then it is time to sleep. The ever lasting nightmare. Forever locked in a crystal prison. Sleep my friends and you will see that my dreams become your realities.” The warlock raised his hands as a purple glow began to emit from them.

The paladin still confused looked at her mother. The two stared at each other for a moment. Nodding the two on the beach gathered one last breath and rushed for the ice strip that the death knight had just left. The priest slipped and slide headed for the water. Quickly the paladin reached back and grabbed her mother by the robes and caring her under her arm. Her boots where dented and dinged and seemed to grip the ice. A laugh rang out behind them. As they closed in on the boat the ice started to break in front of them. The paladin tossed the priest toward the ship and jumped herself towards it. The paladin watched as her mother made it safely on the ship but knew she was falling short. For once she cursed for wearing plate. She reached out grabbing a hold of side of the ship. The priest stared down at her and then turned and walked away. A small cry escaped the paladin. She looked around hoping to find something else to use to pull her self up. A sound above her. She looked up and there stood the priest again. She closed her eyes waiting on the final shot. A noise was made as something hit the ship beside her. She slowly opened her eyes. A rope was hanging beside her. She looked back up. There standing and holding onto the rope was the priest but this time. The shadows ran. A golden aura seemed to glow from her to emit from her very core. The whole boat seemed to glow. Tears flowed from her eyes. “Are you going to grab on or fall into the see?” The paladin grabbed the rope and crawled onto the ship. As she stood there staring at the priest who now seemed to have an aura around her, she heard a small splash. She turned to look back at the shore. She turned back toward the priest and grabbed her and ran for the edge of the boat.

Rose watched as the priest suddenly glowed bright and pulled the paladin up onto the boat. She growled and started towards the water, pushing the warlock out of the way. The two hooded figures stepped between her and the shore. “Watch” the male pointed at the edge of the ship where a small shadow was seen. A small flash and the goblin slipped into the water. An explosion rocked the ship within seconds, sending debris flying in all directions.

Rose smiled. What a fitting end to everything. Everyone united in the end, the priest finally finding the light within her self, only to have everything shredded with in seconds.  She mounted and began to fly over the wreckage looking for the bodies. A thick fog started rolling in from the south, covering everything, obscuring her view. She landed back on the shore and turned towards the two figures still hooded.  “Come, we have much to do before the world knows what happened here tonight.” a small female voice rang out from the second figure. All four mounted and flew back towards Tol Barad to catch the portal back to the main land.

A small goblin crawled up on the shore. Coughing and holding tightly to the purse at its waist. Pulling out a small pad and quill she began to write.

“Messenger of Fear was in their sight Dark deception killed the light Hybrid children watch the sea Pray for Father, roaming free.

The fearless bitch Her insanity She watches lurking near the sea The great Old One A forbidden site The Thing That Should Not Be Gone is the lights The fog covers The lights are hidden Soon all shall be forgiven

A giant turtle Ancient ones That which has come will be undone The world shall know And all will see The lights heart shine And a shadows release”

Welcome to where time stands still no one leaves and no one will The Moon is full, but never seems to change Dream the same thing every night

I see my freedom in my sight……

One day…. yes one day she would be free from this amythist prison. It might be from the crystal shattering and releasing her to the nether but she hoped and prayed that it was from some one using the wrong soulstone. And when they did she would attack. She had to plenty of time to plan… yes she needed to plan. The Crystal walls formed sealing her inside.

Darkness……..Imprisoning Me……..All That I See…….I Cannot Live…..I Cannot Die They have Taken My Sight……Taken My Speech….Taken My Hearing….Taken My Arms Taken My Legs…..Taken My Soul…..Left Me with Life in Hell

How long had it been since she had thought those words. Everyday she had woken up in this shell.  Crystallized, with all she could do to rest and watch her nightmares. Her life had played over and over in front of her on the crystal walls of her prison. The main parts seemed to repeat till the hate once thought gone was raised again.  Her thoughts begin to jump. “I must be going insane” she thought.  Her memories of that field of ice kept playing in front of her. The stench of blood and betrayal still seemed to linger in the air.  Suddenly she was standing back on that field of ice. A haunting song seemed to fill the air.

“Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all Victim of what said should be a servant `til I fall

Soldier boy, made of clay now an empty shell someones daughter, someones only son but the served us well Bred to kill, not to care just do as we say finished here, Greeting Death They are yours to take away..”

The voice she remembered the voice. A female knight turned to the scourge. Her voice seemed to echo across the fields as she lay dieing. Yet she had not. “I was born on the ice fields. Under a crystal blue moon. Raised from my temparary grave by the scurge, and made into a mercenary. I was thrown into the legions of hell.”

My Life Suffocates…….Planting Seeds of Hate……I’ve Loved, Now it has turned to Hate…. for I have been trapped Far Beyond My Fate. She had felt multiple times as the crystal had been bumped and tossed around. Different times it had felt as if the crystal would melt around her from the heat freeing her soul. Other times it had been so cold she could have sworn she was back on those bloody fields in Icecrown.  But what now seemed like eons the outside world seemed to have stood still. No sounds, no hot, no cold, well…….. no nothing. May her worst fears had come true. Perhaps the priestess was dead, the crystal buried with her or lost in the bottom of some sea. Was this her fate……. No……. She would not let this happen…….

She screamed at the top of her lungs……….. Reaching out with her hate…… With ever fiber of her being…… Hoping some one, soemthing out there would be sensitive enough to feel her through the crystal. Suddenly a voice seemed to fill her prision.

“Why ello there little one…. what ever do we have here….What is your name?” a young male voice seemed to echo off the crystal walls. It oozed confidence and darkness. “Rose….. Rosezara Varthlyis. That bitch of a priestess locked me in this crystal taking my body. Free me and I will be your servent…….. Only as long as you let me have my revenge first.” A laugh seemed to echo of the walls. “Ahhh the famous Rose. I have been looking for you little one. Your crystal has been well hide. I would never have thought to look for it here of all places.Your body has been protected as well.” She stood there staring at the walls. “What do you mean here? Am I not with that fucking priestess anymore?”  His voice echoed again. “No she hide you well. But do not worry Zee took care of you.” Her screams echoed through the prison. “They have kept me locked up in this cage. But no more can they keep me in. Listen, damn it, I will win. I see it right, they will see it well. They thought this would save them from my hell . With Fire in my eyes and with death in my veins, their end is closing in. ” Once again his laughing echoed through bouncing off the crystal walls. “All in due time.” Suddenly her prision begin to shake and move. A white light filled the room.  Blinding…… paralyzing…….. painful……… PAINFUL……… By the gods pain…….. glorouis pain….. filling her….. She wriggled her fingers…… her toes…… Her eyes fluttered open……..

The wind blew through her hair. She felt the sun beating on her face. Never had she realized what the little things of the world felt like. She had completely missed them the first time around and it seemed only too late she was finding them this time. The wyrn swooped and turned following the one in the lead. Her hands had been tied to the saddle, mainly to keep her from from falling off. The poisons from the treats still flowed through her body. Nothing responded when she ordered it to but some how the young knight had complete control. It felt like she was a stranger in her own body. Like she was standing in a room with no doors but only windows watching everything happen.

She could view it all, beat on the windows, scream till her throat was dry, but nothing responded. Now she sat looking around this prison that used to be her body. She watched through the windows of her prison as the wryn swooped and glided over the Ghostlands, over her old farm house. She watched as they flew through the gates that lead to the Eastern Plaguelands. As she sat there the memories seemed to flow in front of her like a river. The old ram house, the couple she had thought to be her parents, the first time she had felt the unholy powers flow through her fingers.

She smiles inwardly as she remembered how the couple had forbid her to learn the dark arts. She had snuck out that night and summoned her first imp, cholist which was followed by many more demons. She had actually been gone that night when the scourge attacked. She had snuck out and went to train when the Lich King had broken through the gates killing all in his path including her family.

The memories kept on so steady that she had not realized the wryn had landed. The young knight had put her on a mount and was headed some where behind the large castle to the southeast. Yet for Rose she paid no attention. She watched the memories floating in front of her. The cold north, the day Zarressa had abandoned her to die, the moment the sword had pierced her flesh, and that damn lich bringing her back moments later to be a servant. She remembered the feel of the sword and the smell of the battle the day they broke free from that fel cursed bloody king.

The stench seemed to fill her prison causing the river of memories to stop. She rushed to the windows peering out. How ironic that her memories had stopped on that day for before here was the very location that they had fought to free themselves from the Lich King. The grounds had been left just as if the battle had been paused.

She watched as they climbed to the top of the encampment. As they neared a set of tents a figure in a tattered cloak hobbled forward. It reached up with bony fingers to pull the hood back. The flesh was decayed and even missing from places. The clothing it wore was tattered and decaying as well. She could not hear anything. Her body walked towards the figure. As she got closer to the figure the colder the prison seemed to get. It was a lich as well but seemed to be old, if not ancient, almost as if it was one of the original ones, raised centuries ago. It handed her a cup which she watch herself reach out and grip it and bring it to her lips. She creamed, beating on the windows, begging herself to not drink from the cup but it was to no avail. She fell to her knees as she watched the green liquid pass over her lips, numbing her lips and her tongue then her throat. The cup fell to the ground as a heaviness filled her bones. Rosezaras body collapsed to the ground. The curtains began to close, darkness filled the prison. So this would be her death. Poisoned. She much preferred the pierce of a sword to this slow painful death.

“Another, NOW!” She yelled at the bar keep. The bar around her hummed as usual. She came here to loose her self in the crowds. Wayfares in was never without a crowd. As she grabbed her drink, she turned to the crowd. The usual riftraft was there. Whores, theifs, nobles, and knights all seemed to mingle together as if their stations ment nothing anymore. She had even seen an alliance pig slip through the crowd. She looked up at the railing above her. Yep he was still sitting there on the edge, in plain sight. Turning in disgust she slammed her drink back down on the bar. This city was going to waste. It was nothing like it used to be. Yes there was theives and whores but damm it to fel they did not stand out in the open like this. Her grasp on the glass tightned causing it to shatter in her hand. She sat there staring at her hand full of shards. Even in death the pain still existed. Leaning forward Rosezara begain to pull the shards from her hand that was already healing. “Ahh well do you need help my lady it seems that you are injuried” A blood knight stepped forward with a look on his face that gave it all away. Damn idiots. No one knew their place anymore. They seemed to even want to go after the undead for a quick piece of ass. She laughed at the thought of them even trying. She ignored the stupid knight and went back to picking pieces from her hand. This seemed to aggravete him even more. As soon as he placed his hand on her shoulder she quickly moved to grab it but another was faster. “Do not harm the lady if she does not want your attention, besides she is here for me.” “Your both sons of a motherless orc.” She quickly stated and turned to leave.

“My lady. I have a message from your sister. She sends you a treat. She says that she promised to send you ones from all the strange places and is sorry that it has taken so long to send something.” A young death knight stood before her with a package and a note. Taking the note she read the it quickly. It looked like her writing and she had promised to send her things. She unwrapped the package and took a bit. It tasted sweet like honey and tasted like northern snow. Something was not quite right though. She continued to read the note and at the cupcake. Suddenly she realized that taste it was suttle but there. Fuck it was too late, she felt the poisions slip through her blood stream.

A long sigh escaped Rosezara as she tilted her head and leaned back in the chair. As she stared up at the ceiling, she wondered how everything had changed in little under a month. Some how she had gone from being a hated death knight with no home, no friends, and no family to an accepted sister of a magister, many friends, a fiance, and once again a citizen of Silvermoon. She now had several houses. She had even started an order to help with those lost in any form of the word. She now had several people she watched over. Some where bastards like her self, others where also death knights, orphans and such. She should be happy, life before had never been this good even when she before she had been raised as a death knight. She was not though. Her fiance, Xiar, was handling business and away alot, which was fine as was her sister Nymune.

She opened up the door on her desk and took out a packet of letters. These where the bane of her existence right now. Several where threats against her, which she did not care, while some others where threats against Nym and Xiar. All seemed to be from the same person but left unsigned. Several times slave traders had tried to kidnap her and hold her for some one. The first few times she had been in her complete armor and the attempts had failed. The last one though had caught her off guard. It had been in the middle of the day. She had been in Undercity in her old warlock robes meeting with some old friends. They had aged, which had been hard to see. As she was leaving she had seen what appeared to be a wounded person under the steps to the orb to Silvermoon. She looked around and seen no one around so she decided to see what help the needed, which she would never do again. As she went under the arch, three people jumped and dragged her down into the sewers. By the gods, she had felt like a child as she sat there on her ass watching them talk about what to do. The two main ones left leaving the young blood elf to watch her. She decided to do something she had never done before….. be girly. She started to whimper and tear up which made the young blood elf jumpy. She complained about her hands hurting, so he untied her hands. She pulled the front of her robe and complained about it being hot. The young blood elf started to drool and actually turned away from her…… Wrong idea…… She may not have been caring her sword but she still had her bags which where full of her gems. The poor boy never seen it coming. She had known these sewers like back of her hand and quickly found her way out. As she was swimming out she heard a voice from above. “Enjoying your swim my dear?” Looking up she seen Xiar standing there smiling. He helped her up and asked her what was going on. She told him what had been going on and showed him the letter. She had never seem him as mad as he had been at that moment. He calmed down and they had spent several days together before he had went off for meetings again.

The festivals for summer had come again. The flames where burning bright across both Azeroth and Outlands. As she stared out the door to the Royal exchange she spotted one of her new guards sitting up on the ledge outside. He reminded her of a gargoyle setting up there. He was like no other troll or death knight she had ever meet before. He also seemed to have multiple personalities. As she watched Strejja sitting there she seen Driam, who was also her other new guard go over and tease and such and try to get Strejja down. She had found them together and they seemed to be a constant companions. The few days she had been with them had been nothing but laughter. She knew though that deep down they had been watching every thing constantly around them. The whole thing seemed to be to get people to try to act on something, to act on threats. Nothing had happened now since they where around.

The night air was cool. The breeze blew over them, with it bringing the sounds of the night. Away from the cities, camps and pretty much all of civilaztion they had met. Feralis was beautiful this time of night. The stars above shown with such beauty found no where else equal to Nagrand. As Rose looked down at the priest who lay sleeping, she had tears start to slip from her eyes again. Reaching up to wipe them away she caught one of them on her finger tip and watched it for a moment. She was a death knight. Raised to kill and ravage. She had turned away from feelings the moment she gave in all those years ago. Yet some how this sleeping beauty beneth her had brought back what felt like her mortality. She loved again. Damnit how………….. Why, why had this beauty with his long raven black hair love her some much? Why did he treat her with such care? Why did he embrace her as if she was the only thing he saw? Even while living she had never been treated like this. He made her feel things…… things she thought long died. Her body reacted to him as if it was still living. She had only been dead minutes when they had raised her, but she had died. Since that day she had not aged. The train of thoughts brought her back to what she had come here to do, finding this romance, this forbidden love had been a reward she had never expected. She needed to head back to town. Leaning down gently, she kissed him on the forhead which woke him slighly. “Shhhhh, I will be back. I just need to run an errand in town. Be a good boy and wait for me ok?” sighing gently he rolled to his side and slipped back to sleep. Covering him up with a blanket she had in her bag, she moved back from the camp and summond her death gate. As she started through she looked back and sighed. He might save her yet.

Arriving at Arches, she took a mount to Silvermoon and searched out her target. She found that the blood knight had went to outlands following Nymune and Sarix. Her luck struck again. All three together. She decided to not approach out right but play with the blood knight. She had after all been there when she died so by rights she owed her. For now she would go back to her priest who was waiting.

The next days that followed. She kept her distance, letting the blood knight only see her when she wanted her to. It seemed that she became very upset. Rose loved it. She could tell that the young girl knew she was there but yet could not find her. After days her opening finally came. The blood knight seemed to finally have enough and slipped off to Nagrand. She slipped into a small town and awaited the other two knowing they would pass through there. Finally her waiting paid off. After watching them from afar, she once again dropped a note before them and left. The next day she decided to play with them a little. Following was getting boring. She watched from affar as the entered the city in nagrand. Making sure she was seen. Feeling froggy she jumped down, threw out a magic block barrier and walked away.

Later on she was approached by Sarix several times. Finally in the Blade mountains she just stood there and watched from the window. As she knew she would the rogue came in from behind her. They wanted to talk to her. She walked to the inn. In her head she had seen all this happen, how she had planned revenge, how her sword would feel sinking into there flesh, how the blood flowing crimson would flow over her skin. Yet for some reason she no longer wanted that. For some strange reason, she just wanted to make peace and have this done with. Damn that priest he ruined everything yet at the same time he had saved her. He might just be her redemption after all.

Standing before Lady Nymune and Sarix she spilled it all. It just seemed to flow from her. The truth of her past, of her birth and of her death. She stood there waiting for what she was not sure. It seemed like an eternity before Lady Nymune just walked off. “Give my regards to Nikkitah.” she said. Sarix just stood there confused. A grimace covered her face. So many had ruined the name of the knights, yet only a week ago she had been on of them. “I do not associate with the likes of him nor his kind.” Rose said. She opened a death gate and looked back at Sarix who still stood there confused. “I do not mean to hurt you or sully your family name. I just want you to know I am here.” Walking through the death gate she let a big sigh.

Later returning to Dalaran she decided that she must find this so called Blood knight now and end things there as well. It might not be as pretty though as her family affairs had been. The priest had done something far more worse then just not know. She knew everyting and had left. Even if she did not remember it Rose would make her. She took the portal to the outlands to see the blood knight called Zarressa out. She knew where she loved to go to get away and would find her easy.

It felt like it had been years since Rose had been back in these familiar settings. Everything seemed the same yet so much had changed. As the hawkstrider that she had purchased walked down the street, Rose pulled the hood down a little further on her head. She had bought the hawkstrider and stabled her death mount. Since she was wanting to hide it seemed a little stupid to have a death mount and try to blend in. Her minion also waited her call. The North had been rough on her turning her beautiful blonde hair a shade of blue she seemed not able to rid her self of. Her eyes had lost their green hughe and now shown deep blue. Her skin at least seemed untouched with only a slight tinge to it.

She rememberd that day well. It was cold, of course it was always cold in Northerned. She stood side by side with so many other warlocks. Their minions ready. Her minion, Thorgo, seemed unusually edge that day. The fight was a brutal one. She still remembered the sounds of the battle. The battle had been going in their favor even. Then some how everything changed. They where being forced back. Elves, trolls, orcs and even the undead fell all around her. Blood was ever where, several times she slipped as they where being pushed back. As she watched and fought, they all fell around her. Suddnely everyone they had been fighting stopped. They had been surrounded. No more then maybe twenty of them remained. As she looked around at the rocks and cregs surrounding them, she spotted a few survivours. Rose could not figure out why they did not attack. As she watched she suddely reliezed they where not attacking……… the damn fools where running. They where being left as a sacrific. Well damn it she was not going to be one. She looked at her minion and said her good bye. This would be their last fight. Rose ready her shadow bolt. Feeling the rush for the last time enter her fingers.  As she looked around the main Death Knight leading the charge appeared. Rose chose her target and rushed. She felt the sword enter just above below her left breast. The sword pierced her heart in one thrust. A smile slipped from her lips as she fell to the ground at the death knights feet. They would not have her.

As she drifted off to the other realm, Rose suddenly felt pain. This should not be happening. She was gone. Suddenly with what felt like the weight of a dozen talbucks, Rose felt her self being pulled back to her body…….. She realized what was happing. Damn it she would not be one of them. She fought with everything to keep from being dragged back into her body. Closer and closer they pulled her. They had not moved her. She still lay on that cold plain of ice. It could not have been long at all. The main one standing over her was the death knight she had tried to kill. It stared at her as if knowing how hard she fought to free her self. Suddenly she was above her body. Dark black hands came out and grabbed her foot. She fought. Suddenly more and more came and started grabbing her, pulling her down. Shadows appeared around her. Pushing her back into her body. As she franticly fought with no avail to free her self, her eyes caught other ghosts standing scared. She cried out to them but no one would lend a hand. Damn them all. Why was she fighting this? Why not use this…… Why not use the power they offered……. There was soo much she could accomplish this way…… Rose stopped fighting……

The next days, weeks, months, years passed and blurred together. She learned much and took the power they offered. She found that she still had connections with her unholy powers from being a warlock. She was still able to summon minions to her call. She became stronger. The death knight that had killed her and had been the one to rez her had become her teacher. When the rest of the death knights had turned on Arthas, they did as well. Freedom was earned. The knights all went their separete ways. The hate against the death knights had still been strong so Rose went to hide in outlands.

A few days ago a  letter had appeared on her bed. The information that it had contained had rocked her. There was pictures of her family, her really family. She had never known them. She had been abandoned at birth and had been raised by a small blood elf family. The pictures where of her mother and father both of noble birth. They had an affair from which she was born. There where pictures of her family that was still living and in a small package her family seal. The letter had instructions on how and where to find her family. Her mind had raced. So many feelings she thought dead rose in her. She left right away.

She had given her hawkstrider to a passer by. As she stood in the darkness in the corner of the alley, she looked up at the windows in front of her. She knew the set of windows the house had. The lights where out in all but one. A young blood elf female appeared in the window and sighed. Rose knew that face anywhere. It had stared at her from the crack in the rock the day she had died. It seemed the little priest had lived. Now though she put off a different aura. As Rose studied her she finally relieazed what had happened. The girl was a priestess no more. Reaching down into her bag. She pulled out another piece of paper and scribbeled a note on it and sealed it. Once again she reached down into her bag and pulled out a small scatchel. Reaching in she pulled out a small handful of dust and blew it towards the blood elf. She watched as the girl walked away from the window. With in minutes she heard the rushing of  footsteps doors being flung open. A couple of childeren ran by shooting off some fireworks. As she watched she seen the girl appear at her window again searching the street. Summoning her ghoul she decided to play a little. She noticed as the the girl spotted the ghoul and then her. She dropped the letters smiling at the girl and backed into the darkness of the alley. Summoning a death gate she stepped through.