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Chapter one
Introduction to my Captors
I am a puppet....used by the Horde to do their bidding. I am too scared to run away, too scared to learn how to fight back and too scared to not obey the orders that they give. My fellow captives have offered but I am scared that soon they will be found out and killed for their insolence. Maybe its what the Horde want. If so I will not bow down and become a slave to to that purpose. I will learn to ignore those useless feelings as I strive to understand why this King Arthas wants me alive....Is it because I hold true to my feelings? Or is it because, unlike his drones that keep me here, I refuse to bow to his will that is all around me? What ever the case...I won't bow down... But lately...My fellow captives have gotten silent. They won't train, won't talk, most of all they avoid me at all costs. I can see the Undead coming along with that Blood Elf, the one who can see who would benefit her master the most. She walks up to me and places a cold, well manicured hand on my forhead. Her eyes close but the damage is done. I already saw her magic at work, those glowing green eyes showing bits of my future. And what I would slowly become. I shiver and yank her hand away, which makes the Blood elf curse at me in her obscure language and smack me hard across the face for my insolence. The undead that was guarding her smirks and mutters that I was foolish to stop her and her devilish deeds. I stare at him, defiant and his gaze turns cold.
"You got a problem Human?" The undead speaks in perfect english and my defiant stare turns into one of shock.
"How can-"
His hand sweeps in and covers my mouth, his decaying skin feeling flaky against my flesh and the stench nearly makes me gag.
"I don't like your gaze human." His stance was firm and his gaze lingered on my face. "In fact...I don't like your kind at all. Why my lord wishes for you to remain alive is beyond me." He droppes me and walks off, muttering how my kind would only serve to annoy his so called "Lord". I stand up and walk over to the wall, leaning against it for support. One of the captives, Marcus walks over and shakes his head at me.
"Why do you serve to annoy them? Why not just do as they say, and deal with what they give out?" He askes me, his eyes lingering on my face.
"Because I know where my loyalties lie." I say coldly. "And it is not with you and it is not with them."
"Why do you think I side with them? He askes me as he offers a cup of water.
"You do whatever they say." I take the cup but my gaze does not leave his face.
"Because my path is not in fighting." Marcus leans against the wall and sighs.
"You are a Palliden! One of God's most prestigious workers! How can you say that you cannot fight?"
"I am a holy Palliden Kitana. I heal those who's wounds are too great in battle."
"Oh." My gaze drops and I take a sip of water. "Then why do they keep you alive?"
"That is something I do not know." Marcus chuckles. "But when the time does come and it is soon, I will go peacefully."
"No point in causing a fight you can't win huh?" I ask as I look at the entrance where I can hear the Blood Elf and the Undead talking.
"That is correct." Marcus sighed and straightened up. "I know your time though, is far from over."
"What do you mean?" I was curious, his words had me intrigued. "How do you know?"
"Lets just say it is something that was passed down my family for generations. I call it a curse because I see things that I don't want to see."
"Oh..." I go silent, unsure if I should ask what he saw.
"It is ok. For you I will break my oath. "You will become the most powerfullest of all us here. That Bloodelf...." All of a sudden he coughed and walked off, not finishing what he was going to say. I just stand there, his words washing over me over and over again.
I can hear the Undead approaching again and I stand up to match his gaze. He frowns and continues onwards and soon I fell over, gagging as an Abomination walked into the room. It walked past me and I could only stare in horror as it walked over to Mathias and the Undead.
"Il garach siec ni?" The Abomination asked and the Undead chuckled.
"Garach ni siec tik Sindorai." The Undead replied and smiled evilly at me, showing the rotting teeth. He walked over to me and pretended to act thoughtful before turning to the Abomination. "Human Kitak fil de Sindorai nitor."
The Abomination looked at me, a gleam in its eye and I had a feeling that the Undead just told it to do something to me for this "Sindorai". Then all of a sudden the Undead took its axe and killed its own companion before my eyes and laughed.
"You really thought I'd let it have you? Nira would have my head. And Arthas would have my remains. I am not that much of a fool."
"Huh, funny. I thought the Undead wouldn't have a brain." I retorted. The result was the same. I got smacked and I fell to the floor, stunned that the creature had that much strength for being skin and bones.
"You would do well not to anger me Human." He reached for me but then stopped as he felt the prensence of the Blood Elf.
"What are you doing to that poor creature?" The Elf asks as she walks up to us. "The poor thing can't stand now... Should I torture you now or later for your impudence?" Her voice was kind but the meaning was obvious. She hated the Undead and she reffered to humans as poor creatures.
"Sorry Mi'lady but-"
"But what?" Her gaze, once soft now turned as cold as ice. "Have you forgotten the orders?"
"No Mi'lady." The Undead looked down.
"Good Nirock. If you did....I would have your ears for earrings and your body disemboweled. Arthas wants this human for his very own and we would do well-" She emphasized the well and stopped as she looked at me. "-not to harm her."
"Lady Nira, forgive me. My anger got the best of me-"
"Silence!" She lifted a hand and smacked him, making his lower jaw come flying off. "I will not hear your excuses any longer Nirock. Lately you've been itching to kill this human. I have seen it."
Nirock glared and walked over to where his lower jaw had landed and placed it back in its proper spot. He glared at Nira before walking off, muttering how this alliance was doing no good for his kind.
Nira muttered something in Thalassian that sounded like "Idiot" before turning back to me. "Forgive Nirock for his actions. He lets his emotions control his actions." She was speaking perfect english as well and I stood up, albiet weakly. "And you are better?" I ask tentavily and winced on instinct but she made no move to hit me.
"I may part of the Horde but that does not mean that I do not care for things. The Undead care for no one but themselves as it has always been." Nira crossed her arms and uncrossed them and shook her head, allowing some of her pitch black hair to obscure her beautiful face. She offered a hand to me and I took it feeling somewhat better. "I am going to teach you somethings that normally aren't taught to outsiders." She said softly as she led me out of the tunnels and into the sunlight. I cried out in pain as the sunlight blinded me and Nira threw a blanket over my head. She led me inside a building and took the blanket off. I felt mysteriously drawn to a painting and I stared at it for five minutes before finally looking around. The building was a golden tower and had things like trees and flower pots floating, and a couple of tables. I must have been awe-struck because Nira suddenly covered my eyes and drew me back to Azeroth.
I love this guy so much, he's so adorable!  iSinful · Sun Jul 27, 2008 @ 06:30am · 1 Comments |
