A Death Knight's Tale
#1 of World of Warcraft
This is my first time uploading a story online in a long time. So please excuse the really short chapter. I hope to make them longer as I go on. I am open to criticism, and how to make this story better. Thank you!
Pain. Misery. Death. Anger. Hatred. This is what she woke up to... The first thing she saw? Darkness. She could feel hard stone underneath her. Cold. Seeping into her bones. But the cold did not bother her... Who was she? What was she doing here?
She sat up, looking around. A man looks up, seeing her awake. "Ah... You have awoken. Good. Good. Tell me... Do you remember anything?"
At the shake of her head, his smile widens. "Very good... You are ready. Do you hear the voice of your Master? He calls to you...
Closing her eyes, she focused deeply. And then she felt it. A presence touching her mind, commanding her. Telling her to rise. To come to him. She felt herself obeying, and was surprised to find that this didn't scare her. No heart beat in her chest. It did not rise or fall from her breathing. Was she even alive...?
Rising up to her feet, she begins heading towards the voice that beckoned her.
Reaching the outside, she looks out from atop a balcony, watching figures running and fight. Unexpectedly, she feels bloodlust rising in her. The urge to sink her blade deep into a chest, and feel the blood splatter across her skin.
Eyes brightening, fists clenching, she lifted her hand, instinct telling her what to do, as she summons an undead flying mount to her.
"Go..." The voice whispered in her mind. "Spread havoc, pain, and suffering in my name, wherever you go..."