The Journey to Undercity

Before we start: The reader in this isa female Blood Elf, so this will obviously contain f/f. Don't like,don't read. Just wanted to mention that. Also, I really hope no onegot OOC.

Have fun reading ^^

The village is already to be seen inthe distance, through gaps between the dreary trees. Once beautiful,all it is now is a shade of a shade of what it has been earlier.Inhabited by those who the once inhabitants so grimly fought against.Scourge everywhere, between the empty houses, in the doorway, insidethe rooms, on the rooftops. Gargoyles who viciously seek for anythingalive to kill. Ghosts who remain lingering there since the dead armywas too cruel to let them pass into a peaceful afterlife.

Windrunner Village – gone, leavingonly a painful memory to all that survived the third war.

You would maybe have sighed in sadnessif that wouldn't attract the attention of every single hostile beingin the ruins. Hiding in the crown of a tree, you can even catch aglimpse of the building that had been your former general's home.

Former Ranger-General of Silvermoon...now the Dark Lady, the Banshee Queen of the Forsaken, who has formeda nation from the ashes and dust that the Lich King had left behind.Those Sin'dorei that had already seen her in Undercity told she hadchanged completely, that nothing was left of the once beautiful,fierce, kind-hearted woman you admired so much. Except the fiercepart, that had only been twisted from a good fierce to an evil,corrupted and hateful fierce.

You had not gathered the courage to goto the city beneath the ruins of Lordaeron to see for yourself whatshe had become... not yet. But the moment would come someday.

For now, you are perfectly fine withcleaning out Windrunner Spire once in a while. The Scourge placedthere is weak for the most part, but keeps coming back after a fewdays, being not really a vicious danger, but more of a nuisance.Still, it is keeping your bills payed venturing in there and killingacolytes and fallen rangers, whose souls had been corrupted tobanshees.

Before sneaking into the spire itself,you always checked on the village to look out for the possibility ofbackup from there, but it didn't look like that today, fortunately.You still have a scar on your left shin from when you had forgottenthat and ended being carried away by a gargoyle. Just pure luck andan experienced Forsaken hunter with a light blue crossbow had savedyou that day, otherwise you would have possibly ended with theNerubians in Suncrown Village and eventually as the next cobwebspring roll. You never had the possibility to thank him, though,since he hadn't realised he'd saved someone. But you have memorisedevery detail, especially the fact that he didn't have a lower jaw.

Slowly moving through the trees, youare soon greeted by the road to the spire, which you take since youronly other options are the village crowded with scourge and thegloomy forest crowded with rabid bats, hungry lynxes and spiders thatcaused kids arachnophobia, not to mention the Nerubians that wereactually incarnations of arachnophobia.

So. Using the road it is. But asunobtrusive as possible, to not attract any Scourge attention beforeit is too late for them.

The first acolyte falls before he canutter a sound. And your rampage begins again. You have an easy game,since neither the corporeal nor incorporeal beings ever learnedanything new to counter your years of experience. But one differenceis there today...

Turning to the last banshee, yourecognise her as an old friend, the friend you had since yourchildhood, the friend with whom you had talked about anything andeverything, the only one you had ever admitted your feelings for thegeneral to. "Velyna...", you whisper, but no recognition is to beseen on her features. Nothing but emptiness and hate. You can see herpreparing a wail, but are too numb to even register. The shrill soundhits you painfully, but having heard it countless times, it doesn'thave much of an effect. You kill her swiftly, since looking at hertoo long only increases the pain. As soon as she leaves this world,you sink to your knees and let a cry of pain loose, not only for her,but for everything you have lost... your home, your family, yourfriends, your first love.