We shall not part

Till death do we part

Nathanos Blightcaller ...

The only human I had admired. The only human I'd allowed to join my army. Why? who knows there was something about him. Always has been. 

My name is Sylvanas Windrunner, I'm the leader of the horde. Leader of the forsaken and the Banshee Queen.  I'm also dead. Its a pitiful story, and one we wont go into.

And then theirs Nathanos Blightcaller, the only human who had the position as ranger lord. He was a tactical genius, my tactical genius. My little farstrider even in death.  He was the only human I could like, the only one who had showed me kindness. 

However, we're dead now. We're forsaken. Undead. Zombies with brains.  But, with the struggle it brings. I always have Nathanos by my side. We forsaken, we are a disgrace. Unnatural.  But we overcome, adapt. 

I felt heart-struck to hear he had passed. Even more to know he was like me, he never deserved this fate that life had chucked at him.  He never deserved too loose his Will to that litch - monster.  The man he had been, was dead. He was now a pet of the litch king. A puppet, Just like I was. 

I could never forget the day I tracked him down as scourge. How I spoke his name ''Nathanos'' and how he was infuriated with me using that name, a memory of his previous life. How he had the look of rage in him.  How I wasn't sure if he would try and  fail to hurt me. I had to call his name again, just to awake him back into reality ''Nathanos''  

Nothing, did he not remember me? His love?  I remember, wanting a reaction out of him so badly. To just be reassured that we would still be parted... even after death. I had to call his name again, a third time. Just to see if he was still the man I fell in love with. ''Nathanos''  

I remember seeing it in his eyes, the way he froze, the way time froze. How he knew in that moment who I was. He had changed, and so had I. We was not the same we once was. It would take some readjusting to get use to each other. But I wouldn't give up. Not on him, not on the world. 

I could never forget how ashamed he was, on who he was and how he looked. As if he was an abomination. A mockery of who he once was. How he pulled his arms up to hide his face. How he wanted to disguise himself. But, he was my champion and so he vowed once again to always be by my side. Even after death.