Swing, slash, cut, slice – the bodies were falling before her in pieces. Calixo had grinned, moving the hair from her eyes in a morbid parody of wiping sweat from her brow. Sliding around, she had hacked through another half rotted body, the walls of Icecrown Citadel looming on either side of her. This was beyond easy for her, to destroy former comrades like this – in fact, is was pleasurable. She had lowered her guard.
A fatal mistake, as every one knows. The ground shook. Frowning, she had turned around, and looked up. And up, and up. It was huge. Some sort of flesh beast, she could tell, probably one of Arthas’ prized creatures. With a wild grin, she had swung her blade up –
And it sliced through it.
Cale couldn’t remember much after that. There had been a terrible, burning need – her soul was aching for something, searching, searching, searching – and the next thing she knew she was laying in a soft bed with warm sheets around her.
Her head was throbbing. She mumbled something, eliciting a surprised noise from the nurse. Cale’s eyes remained closed, and she listened to the world around her. Where was she? Muted noise, the soft sound of a fountain, the scent of flowers that made her vaguely sick… Her brain registered. Dalaran? How had she gotten to Dalaran?
She sat up, her head swimming. Slowly she began to open her eyes, when firm, but kind hands pushed her back into her bed. “Steady now! It’s a miracle you’re awake – we’d felt your spirit leave. We were only waiting for the body to – well, never mind that now! You’re awake, lass!â€