By Eternalnight 7/11/2008
"By the Gods! The voices....they....won't...stop...."
Eternalnight could not take much more of it......the voices...from two fractured tortured lives continued to fill her mind...
She heard the parents of a young girl "Shyria! Get out of the horse stables and come to dinner!"
She heard the whispers of the undead around her.."Welcome young one...you are Foresaken! For Sylvanas!"
She heard the voices of a brother "Shyria, why are you sad?"
The Orc commander "Greetings Foresaken! We shall have the glory of battle tonight!"
"Shyria, its getting dark, shouldn't we head back?"
The sickening joy of killing the small gnome creatures..."Please! No more fire! Itttt burns!"
Alive...dead....power...weak...the voices tore at her....what was she? For the Gods...she revelled in undeath, away from the sickness of life...why did the voices of life torture her!? Die! She wanted them dead as her!
She briefly came to her senses....she was back in the cave in Tirisfal. Alone...silent....here, for a moment...the voices would stop. Then they would continue again.....as always.
Her simple dress tore and muddy, a crooked hate and gnarled staff all she held. She has thrown all her regalia, her powerful vestiments, in a filthy sack, thrown in the back of the cave. She would come out again..if the damned voices would just stop....maybe.
Scorch marks lined the cave from lashing out in throws of agony in the madness.
"Shyria, can I have your dessert?"
Again?! So soon..the voices...the....
and the blades.....the cut...deep...
GODS! my mind......
Eternalnight screamed...................