My name is...

My name is Krizzature, just Krizzature, my last name as so much else is forever lost to me. I am told it’s not uncommon for the people of the Forsaken to lose parts of themselves, even their identities. It still saddens me greatly to know that I am not whole and that I may remain so for the rest of this life. Ever since the day Sylvanas was freed from the Lich King’s control and took over Undercity I have been one of her subjects. For a long time I was just another worker, unable to help in any other way than manual labor, this was not exactly my strong suit. Many months had passed before I began to remember, before I began to regain those lost pieces of myself. I had remembered my first name. It had been a crucial moment in my new life, I was someone rather than no one.

It may not seem like a lot, but to someone like me who had spent all those months knowing nothing of myself it was happiness like none other. It didn’t take long until more memories of who I used to be started flowing back into my consciousness, as if learning my name had been a catalyst to regain the pieces of my past.
Suddenly I became a new person, I became someone who with a movement of my hand I could summon mighty Spears of ice and with a thought I could turn invisible. I had become a mage, or rather, I had returned to being a mage. Rather than studying magic and learning how to wield it, I spent my time remembering old spells and relearning how to master the skills.
To wake up some mornings and suddenly know how to blast my surroundings in a sea of ice and water or to suddenly discover how jump across impossible distances by slowing my descent Those times were so wonderfully strange to me, as the world I knew began to change through the perception of my vision that could now see and draw upon the flow of arcane energies.

Yet as time passed and the old memories started to stop resurfacing, although I never expected to remember it all, one very precious piece never returned to me. I know it may sound selfish of me to wish for more than what had already been given me, but I needed one last part of me to return. After remembering all these amazing things, after discovering I was not just a mindless worker but a master of ice magic and the arcane. I was still simply Krizzature. Its funny how I at first loved learning my first name and cherished it so greatly only to later despise it as it mocked me, teasing me for not knowing the other half of my name. At first I waited patiently for weeks, but as no further memories returned I began to search through libraries, old villages and nearby city records of any clues to my former origin. Nothing was found and I remained incomplete. Then one day she called for me, it was then my life took a drastic change.

This I did not expect and at first I was filled by a string of unfamiliar sensations. I felt surprise mixed with anticipation, then panic and anxiety and finally became nervous. Not once since the beginning up until now have I ever spoken with her little less summoned by her. The question as to “why” comes unbidden to my mind as I walk the hallow hallway that leads to her chamber. What could she ever want with someone like me? As I approach each station of guards I can’t help but expect to be stopped and told this is all just a mistake, a clerical error. Yet they yield their well guarded path to me, I pass through each set of guards without even as much as an exchange of words or simple recognition.

I now stand awkwardly within a chamber I never imagined myself to be in. I stare at a face that despite all that has happened to her, remains beautiful and determined yet somehow regretful. I experience a sensation of unworthiness as I take full notice of the fact that this summon is for me and me alone. There is no one else here but myself and the dark lady, Sylvanas. Without much ceremony I am told the purpose of my summon. What I hear shakes the foundations of my belief, as well as what remained of my fragmented views of the world. She hands me a letter, branded by her own mark and sealed by unnatural means beyond my understanding. An eerie silence descends in the room after this gesture and it takes me a moment to regain my composure and make a nod of acknowledgement. I do not pretend to fully understand what has just transpired, but I know enough to make my legs feel weak and my mind and my soul to ache with anticipation. For you see, for the first time since I can remember of my new life, I am going on a journey, or allow me to correct myself. My name is Krizzature, just Krizzature. This is my story, this is my journey.

My departure from Undercity went much smoother than I anticipated, as an afterthought I suppose having practically nothing to bring along with me had made it that much quicker. I kept to myself most of the time. Since I had gained my arcane affinities by remembering instead of learning it through studies I had a lot of time to practice other things. Although he thought of leaving the only place I had ever known in my new life without any farewells gave me a slight pause. But I shook off the sensation and concentrated myself on the present task and the unclear future ahead of me.

I journeyed across the surrounding lands of my home for a few hours when I suddenly began feeling unsettled, as if I had forgotten something very fundamental in the traveling rituals. I stopped to consider this for a minute, allowing the last few rays of sunlight to rest on my back as I opened my dark brown backpack. I had purchased the backpack some months back when I got tired of running back and forward with the potions and scrolls I often bought for my self-study of magic. When I had purchased the bag and finished putting in the latest stock of potions within its shapeless contents and slung the backpack around upon my thin back, the shop owner had told me that I seemed to be a rather peculiar mage. Before I had a chance to ask why a loud crash was heard and I noticed every single one of my precious potions had managed to land on the hard stone floor and smash open without too much difficulty. Due to the commotion, I never did get around to asking the clerk what he had meant by his observation, but I did remember to never again strap on a backpack upside down. The memory of the incident made me realize how complicated the world can truly be.

As I dug deeper and deeper in my attempt to discover the source of the discomfort that had crept over me I came across a piece of aged paper that I had been given by one of Sylvanas’ aides. She had assured me this was a very item for travelers and that I should take great care of it. I felt I was forgetting something about the girl’s last words to me but my memory was quite stubborn in the way of recalling past facts and I soon gave up on any further attempt of remembering what it could have been. Delicately, I folded the paper back together and put it in the depth of my hollow backpack and continued to follow the paved path that would guide me onwards.

It didn’t take long until I encountered my first obstacle on my voyage. The black night of Silverpine Forest had settled in across the sky, leaving only the crescent moon as the remaining source of light in the vicinity. Angry growls and snarls followed by deep howls echoed through the surrounding trees. My vision failed to penetrate the dense darkness surrounding me, but judging by the proximity of the noises I knew that I had been surrounded by whatever beings hunted these lands. My feelings began to itch with apprehension, I licked my dry lips once and exhaled deeply as I steadied myself for what was to come.

One of the beings suddenly moved close enough that I could pick out its shape and details. Disease ridden flesh and open wounds that dripped of puss. Was it dead or alive or perhaps something in between? The only thing that was clear to me was its intentions to attack me and consume what little flesh my body possessed. I counted at least eight of the beasts that had now formed a loose circle around me now, and many more that still lurked beyond the trees. Massive jaws opened up letting out terrible howls. Without warning, one of the creatures suddenly leaped straight for me, aiming to dive its 3 inch fangs deep into my fragile throat.

Just as quickly as it had dashed towards me it had crashed hard into the ground with equal speed, its frozen meat cut apart by my ice magic. For a prolonged moment the remaining creatures stared dumbstruck at their dead pack member, slowly comprehending what had just happened. For a moment I hoped they would think twice before attacking me, but the thought had no sooner appeared then died again as they all began encroaching upon my position on all sides.

Its friends had apparently ignored the example I had made and a dozen or so of them began sprinting towards me, no doubt thinking to overrun my magic by numbers. Numbers, how little it means against my magic I thought to myself as I watched them being ripped apart by a hail of uncountable spears of ice slicing through both their bone and flesh with equal ease. Many of the beasts were dead before they even hit the ground and had their frozen forms shatter at the hard ground. Although I was certain I had experienced the heat of combat before in my past life this was at least my first time in this life. It was an odd but interesting experience I contemplated as my magic finally wore off.

Suddenly an incredible howl punctured the silence that had fallen after the short conflict with the beasts, I barely had a second to react and jump to the side before a beast lunged past my previous position. The creature crashed into the ground heavily as it attempted to halt its crazed charge, it turned its glaring red eyes towards me and I could see nothing but bloodlust in those pupils. This new arrival was easily twice my own height and its fangs were the size of one of my arms. I began to stand up and prepare to meet my new enemy when unbelievable pain suddenly flared up in my left arm and I fell down gripping it tightly with my right hand. The enormous creature had been far faster than I thought was possible for something of that size to move. The beast finally realizing I was still alive began another charge straight at me and once again the sheer speed its huge bulk could gain in such a short amount of time took me by surprise. I quickly discarded the possibility of avoiding its lethal claws and fangs and began to cast a spell, but the fiend was almost upon me.

It slammed straight into me and immediately plunged its fangs deep into my fragile throat, if I didn’t know any better I could have sworn the beast was grinning as it had its victory. A short lived victory I thought while allowing a small grin of my own escape my lips as I watched the beast realizing it had made a horrible error. But it was too late, the “me” it had pushed down and torn apart was now nothing but a puddle of water, a heartbeat later as I finished my second spell it quickly changed into deadly icicles that flew up from the small pond on the ground piercing the beast across its mighty torso. In my entire life, I had never heard a more agonizing cry filled with just as much hatred as pain fill my senses as I did there and then. Then to my shock and horror despite suffering wounds that would have killed any of its other kin trice over, the beast broke free of the icicles that had pierced it from the residue water of my fake copy. How could it still live or even less move? It began to move towards me once more with the sole purpose of taking me down before it fell to its fatal injuries. I finally shook off my reverence to its determination and began to cast another spell that would put an end to my foe’s unnecessary misery. I never did find any joy in the suffering of others.

But it seemed the beast was not done surprising me yet, with what seemed to be its last remaining strength it lifted itself as high as it could towards the sky and let out one last powerful howl that seemed to shake the surrounding tree’s around us. Then as if just realizing it shouldn’t be alive anymore, it fell over and landed hard against the solid ground before I had summoned enough strength to finish my latest spell. Relief filled me as I eased up and ceased my spell casting, after confirming it was truly dead I then directed my attention to my left arm, what was left of it anyway. Only now did I notice the trail of blood that had followed my every movement since the beast had slashed my left arm apart at the beginning of our duel to the death. The pain had died down leaving only a sort of numbness in its presence which gave me far more worry then simple pain. I ripped a piece of clothing apart and managed to close up any bleeding before I remembered the watching glare from the darkness. Red piercing eyes had begun appearing in front of me and they kept increasing while keeping a respectable distance from me. A feeling of despair began to slowly creep over me as I counted over two dozen pair of eyes now and with my wounded left arm and depleted strength fending off the their large kin, I knew I was in no shape to continue fighting. But just the same meant I wouldn’t hold a snowballs chance in hell of outrunning them in my current condition either. Whatever I held my ground and fought or ran away death seemed certain and I had a feeling they knew it.

In one of the hundreds of dusty old books I had read as I started my self-study of magic and sorcery I had come across spells of teleportation over great distances but I had never attempted one. One reason being that any error in its casting could land me anywhere on the face of Azeroth, and only with luck would allow me to stay in the same world. But no other option presented itself, I would rather gamble on a high risk low chance over certain death. As arcane energies began to surround me as I started the high-leveled spell that would lead me either into my salvation or into a far worse fate I wouldn’t know. But it seemed the gathering of the beasts had no intention of letting me find out as they began moving faster and faster towards me, leaving the confines of their safe distance. I bit back a silent curse as I realized they would be within striking distance before I could finish casting my complex spell.

†˜No!’ I shouted the words in defiance to my approaching demise, it would not end here or like this. Briefly I relived the moment where I had been entrusted with this, my first quest and journey. I had vowed that it would be done and I would not allow myself to fail!

With a willpower I did not knew I had and with great agony I made my left hand join in the spell casting. Allowing it to be completed far quicker, but moving it had made the pain return and it was far beyond anything I had ever experienced before. Making each second seem to last a lifetime as I strained to complete the spell with increased throbbing pain that seemed to extend from the arm into the entirety of my body. The last I remember was of seeing a sea of fangs and claws blocking out even the darkness with their malice and that excruciating pain that then filled my entire mind and body before I was dragged away into a bright light that seemed to consume my entire existence before I lost consciousness and everything turned into a dark numbness.

I slowly open my eyes with some reluctance, part of me fears what I will see while the rest wishes to have a problem to confront and deal with. With no little relief I notice I am still on Azeroth, however my relief is short lived as I fully take in my surroundings, I am far from home that much is certain. Everything seems so bright and in contrast to what I was used to. As I tried to sit up a pang of pain stings in my left arm and I am reminded how close I came to perish from my first encounter with the colorful native animals of my homeland. After I gently cradle my broken arm within the make-belief bandage hastily made from before I pull off my pack and put it in front of me. Only now do I notice how my entire body is sore from the exertion of casting so many spells but I have no time to rest right now. I searched through the backpack trying to come across something, anything that could help me find out where I was. I smiled to myself as I rooted through all the belongings I had brought with me, I would probably make an experienced traveler fall over backwards if he saw my choice of packing. Some old books about native flora and wildlife followed by a self biography of a famous mage I keep forgetting the name off. A wand I have been working on to repair since for as long as I could remember and I had brought it along because it simply didn’t feel right leaving it behind. A spare outfit to use once I wore out the one I was wearing, followed by some other miscellaneous items and the precious piece of paper I had been given by the queen’s aide. Disappointed in my findings I pulled myself off and tried to decide in which direction I should head in, I noticed a man come walking across the paved road from the south, a human!

He seemed to have spotted me as well, but strangely enough he gave no sign of surprise or aggressiveness. He continued walking towards me in slow pacing steps that a person would take on a stroll. I decided that if he wouldn’t show any particular reaction to the nature of my being that I would extend him the same courtesy.

†˜Greetings’ he told me in a far smoother voice than I had expected of someone from his age, the man seemed to be well over fifty years old however he managed to carry himself with a lot of strength I noticed. His brown eyes quickly swept over me and I noticed they lingered slightly on my wounded arm before he once more looked me into the face. I wonder if this was his first time seeing a member of the Forsaken perhaps.

†˜Hi,’ I managed, truth be told I wasn’t much of a people person and being thrown half way across the continent didn’t do much in improving that part of me. †˜this may sound like an odd question but would you happen to know where here is?’ I continued. I had tried sounding as polite as I could, this was the first time I had spoken this language in what seemed a lifetime. But it was one of the few things I could recall from my past life well enough thankfully.

If the stranger was at all surprised by my odd question he gave no sign of it, instead he gave me a winning smile as he answered that this place here was called (INPUT NAME HERE FFS).’Are you perhaps lost?’ He asked me curiously. †˜I, well-†˜ I started but he interrupted as if the question had only one obvious answer. †˜Would you perchance be interested in a guide then? I happen to know these lands like the back of my hand and I would be more than happy to help you find your way, for a price of course.’ I made a quick assessment of my financial situation within my purse, I had brought along some coins in the off chance I needed further supply on my trip. But I had never been good with money nor its value.

He must have seen me counting the coins because his smile quickly extended further and assured me only two of the shiny ones would suffice. Which lead to my next conundrum however, where was I going? As embarrassing as it was to admit it, this was reality. I had been so focused on the journey that I had forgone exactly where my destination was. I asked the man, who had now introduced himself as Bernard to hold for a moment as I started to dig through my backpack once more and quickly pulled out the piece of paper I had been given. Carefully, I folded it out and finally discovered the map I had been given to guide me to my destination. My guide let out a chuckle as he realized I hadn’t checked with my map at all since I started my journey, but I ignored it as I had finally discovered what that unsettling feeling had been!

I do not know whatever it was a coincidence, sheer luck or destiny. But for whatever reasons it seemed that the place I needed to go to, although secluded and rarely visited, was not at all far from here. My guide assured me it would only be a few days travel to reach the destination shown on my map, I quickly repacked my belongings and set off to complete my quest.

I quickly came to understand that the wildlife was far from friendly across the continent, doesn’t matter whatever it’s in the sunny south or the gloomy north. However I was more than capable of fending off the occasional animal attack. My new friend offered little in the way of assisting me against the attacks, blaming his old back and whatever else he could come up with after each assault. Not that I cared to much, as long as he made sure we went in the right direction I would make sure we got there safely. I must also admit I enjoyed testing all the spells I had relearned as past memories and experiences had flooded back into me I had wanted a chance to test them properly, many of the mages in Undercity had found much of my magic I employed to be very unorthodox and tended to avoid me. But out here, I had no restraints and no limitations! I also enjoyed the reactions I saw on my companions face as he seemed to be more surprised after each new display of my magic.

However our journey had taken longer than normal, we had both agreed that traveling through any cities would only cause unwanted attention and possibly our unfortunate deaths/loss of our heads. . We had made sure we traveled on secluded roads and circumvented any town or city along our path. From time to time my friend would scout ahead and make sure we remained hidden or buy supplies on our travel Then we came across our first real hinder.

†˜A brigand camp?’ I asked slightly surprised to find outlaws operating on such a deserted area of the region. Bernard had just gotten back with word that the road ahead of us was closed off so we would be forced to take the path through the forest in order to reach the end of our journey. For a moment I considered the idea of attacking them and save myself half a day’s travel, I decided to ask what my guide thought of the idea. But he quickly discarded the plan as reckless. If we did something big as to take out a whole band of thugs even in such a remote location it would undoubtedly catch the attention of the military forces and that would not be ideal he assured me. †˜I will go in front and make sure there are no further surprises and we can meet up at the last landmark before your destination.’ He told me enthusiastically. He seemed to be in an awful hurry all of a sudden I thought, but I couldn’t say I wasn’t looking forward to completing our journey as well. I agreed to his plan paid him half of his pay before he left, he would get the other half after we met up at the landmark and there we would go our separate ways.

The evening sun still shone brightly as I went through the forest I couldn’t deny I was enjoying the solitude once more, not that our journey together hadn’t been interesting but I just wasn’t as comfortable around people as I was off on my own. However something didn’t quite seem right, that unsettling feeling had reappeared as if trying to remind me of something I was forgetting. However I was getting impatient and I decided to ignore it. Whatever it was it could wait until I met up with Bernard again. I continued forward with brisk steps stretching my left arm as I tested its strength in minor exercises. It was good to be able to move it again, however I still felt occasional pain if I exerted it too much. The seemingly old path I traveled on abruptly reached a dead end, had I gone off the trail already? I couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at the fact I had been expecting to get lost. Then I realized that there had been only this one path to follow. Then I noticed the fine collection of swords, spears and daggers being displayed around me, which wouldn’t have been too bad if their owners hadn’t been around to carry them. Judging by their choice of clothing and the location I had to assume these were the brigands of the camp we had discovered, but how did they find me?

I was given no more time to contemplate any further as they began to swarm towards me, I estimated there were at least a dozen of them possibly more hidden around the forest. With no time to spare I quickly turned and sprinted back towards the trial I had come from, three men appeared at the corner of the trail. One carried an oversized axe in a two-handed grip, the other two favored a pair of daggers each and seemed ready to jump right at me as animals. I had already pulled off a quick spell that had left my left arm surrounded in a blur of frost and water. I then began a second spell as I quickened my step as fast as I could, I saw the shock at my attackers as they realized I was the one charging them! The man with the large axe began his swing as I came in on his left, far to slow I thought as I cut him in half clean across the torso with my left arm that had turned into a lethal weapon thanks to my spell. His two friends quickly came straight for me, without mercy I let loose the second spell I had begun earlier and they both bathed in a hail of ice shards. Barely a couple of heartbeats had passed from the moment I had charged in, plenty of time to I thought as I jumped over their frozen remains.

An arrowhead flashed by mere inches of my face barely missing me. I swiftly spotted a pair archers huddled by a large bush as two more arrows flew past me as I ducked to avoid them. I couldn’t allow them to regain the initiative I thought and without warning I dashed straight towards them. Once again I saw surprise stretch across their faces but to their credit it was only momentarily. They quickly recomposed themselves and fired another two arrows, I wouldn’t be able to dodge at this range and they knew it. Instead, I smashed them apart with my left arm as it easily broke both arrows apart. Fear replaced the confidence of victory as they fumbled to reload but it was too late, I easily jumped over the bushed and sliced both apart with little difficulty. Drained by the conscious effort of keeping my left arm in its current state I allowed the spell to wane, sweat was already covering my body by the exertion of the chain of spells I had casted. But there would be no rest, not just yet.

I quickly turned around as half a dozen had closed in on me. They stopped momentarily when they saw me stretching out both of my arms left and right and closed my eyes as if I was surrendering. They didn’t realize something was horribly wrong before it was too late for them to do anything. Ice flowed through both the ground and the air, gathering around my outstretched arms. Everything in my proximity felt its effect as I summoned powerful ice magic onto me. They all came at me at once, charging blindly towards me hoping of disrupting whatever magic I was attempting to pull off. Little did they realize however, that each step closer made my spell that much more powerful. I slowly opened my eyes once again and exhaled air that turned into smoke in front of me, my body was covered in rime. By now there were at least seven people in striking distance of me and one of them lifted a mighty sword to impale me where I stood. That is when the world shattered before their eyes. I slammed both of my palms together in front of me, causing the gathering ice stored within each palm to explode against each other upon impact. Dozens, hundreds and then thousands of small pieces of ice flew out in all directions around me, each person within range was pierced by an uncountable amount. All the remaining bandits had been caught in my spell as they had all rushed in to try and stop me.

I did not bother to search the corpses like many others might have. One reason being that money held no particular appeal to me, another and significantly more stronger reason being I had no desire to try and hack a frozen corpse to pieces looking for anything my frost magic hadn’t ruined. I wasted no time and immediately set out to attempt and locate the landmark I was supposed to find. After barely an hour’s travel a familiar voice called out to me †˜you’re alive?!’ it said with some surprise. I turned and saw my friend approach with great relief being displayed across his features. I did not reply with words, I instantaneously let out a bolt of ice that flew straight for the man’s head. Without much difficulty my blast of ice was repelled with some unseen force employed by my former guide. Even though I had expected as much, a part of me had hoped it wouldn’t be true but I guess there are indeed no such things as coincidences.

†˜I see there is no point in hiding my own abilities any further then I take it?’ The man said in his still smooth speech as he changed his expression from his masked relief into malice that seemed to contradict his own voice.
†˜I suppose not’ I said with a pang of sadness evident in my voice, †˜You had either sold me out for money or you had planned this from the very beginning.’ I told him. †˜But what I do not understand is, why did you bothered with all of this deceit, why not just kill me the moment you saw my money?’
With what seemed to be an extreme amount of effort on his side he twisted his face back into the fake smile I had been used to before he answered.
†˜I am a most careful person, why take unneeded risks when others can do it for you, but I have spent much time studying your magical art as you happily revealed so much of it simply to impress me. You will not take me by surprise as you have managed with my poor men.’
†˜Why did you send them to their deaths?’ I was becoming impatient now, his relaxed attitude made me nervous and the fact he knew almost everything about my assortment of spells while I knew none of his offered little comfort.
†˜If I could take you alive I could earn so much more, either by selling you back to your own kind or to a greedy captain looking for a chance to shine by taking down a intruder.’
I shook my head in disbelief at the depth of greed he was willing to go in order to procure a little bit more income.
†˜After all,’ he said while letting out an ugly wet laugh. †˜if I took you down myself,’ he paused and before I had time to react he had summoned hungry flames into both of his palms. †˜There wouldn’t be anything left to trade off!’ He spat the last words with venom as he threw his gathered fire straight for me. The fight was on I concluded.

I quickly moved myself away by casting a quick teleportation away from harm’s way, however either by intuition or by magical means he seemed to have waited for me to make that mistake. Just as I touched down with my feet I was blasted by yet another fireball, with no time to prepare another spell I improvised and pulled my cloak off and used it to absorb the impact as I directed the flames sideways with the help of my cloak.

His face made an angry snarl as he noticed I had escaped his intended killing blow. I made sure to take advantage of the momentary relief from his fire attacks and summoned great amounts of arcane energy into my right hand and threw it towards him. However the spell simply bounced off him harmlessly, I cursed as I saw he had prepared some form of shield protecting him from any arcane spell. If I was going to win this duel between two mages, I had to rely on my frost spells, but they were also the ones he had been studying all this time. I cursed again as I desperately avoided another fireball that barely missed me.

The battle had already lasted several minutes and my every attempt at defeating him whatever they were with frost or arcane spells was easily thwarted as he countered each spell. The scenery had quickly changed from a forest into a blazing inferno due to his continuous use of fire, and I was running out of places to hide at.

I decided to take a chance before I ended up choosing whatever I preferred being deep fried or lightly roasted. I dashed out of one of the few remaining places that had so far been untouched by his reckless magic. My left arm was once again covered in frost and water and I ran head on his position. Bernard turned and laughed manically thinking I had gone insane charging him head on like this and let yet another fireball, by now I wondered if he even knew any other spells. I crashed directly into it with my left arm and poured all possible power I had into my left arm and prayed I had not allowed the heat to go over my head. For the longest second of my life I was locked in a contest between sheer destruction against all my focused power into turning one of my offensive spells into something that could cope with one fireball head on. Then the moment passed and the fire parted in front of me as I ran through the opening. The dumbstruck face he made would have made me smile if I hadn’t been scorched all over my body taking his attack head on like I did. But thanks to my left arm I had avoided a direct blow and I was now within striking distance.

However having taken a direct hit from his fire the magic that bound the flow of ice and water to my left arm was veining and it would be useless against him now even though I was so close. Bernard noticed it as well and hastily tried to summon another orb of fire to throw at me, but he had not been prepared for such a close-quarter fighting and he was to slow and sloppy in his casting. I made no such mistake as I put my right hand against his chest and called fourth one last spear of frost that left him impaled where he stood.

†˜Who’ he managed, †˜who… are you?’ he painfully stuttered the words to me. Which reminded me, I never introduced myself to him.
†˜My name is-†˜I started until noticing he had already passed away. I leaned in close to him and whispered my name as if I was ashamed to tell even a dead man that I was only Krizzature. A drop of water suddenly hit my face as I pulled away, I hadn’t realized that it had started raining some time ago. Even though it stung each time the drops hit my many scorched pieces of skin, I welcomed it. I am not sure how long I simply stood there, letting the rain wash over me, it was almost hypnotic feeling each drop resonate with the next and going through my entire journey in my mind at the same time. I finally began to move again, my first steps aching throughout my body as I began to walk towards my journey’s end.

The red sun had almost descended completely over the horizon when I finally reached the marked location, its red beams punching through the holes in the green tree branches as I stared silently at what was in front of me. The rain was still dropping softly on my garments and revealed skin although it had eased up by now. I had been expecting many different things, but not what I was now facing, not a headstone. I gently kneeled down in front of it and tried to scrape off the mold that had infested it, feeling a strange sense of obligation towards it. Who had been buried here I thought to myself. After a few minutes I began to see a name engraved upon it, after some more work the name became visible and I fell back in disbelief. The first name was… the first name was Krizzature!

I must have once lived here in my past life, had I been killed in this region and then taken by the scourge only to end up on the other part of the continent? Who had built this grave with nothing to bury, were they still alive? Many questions came unbidden into my mind, questions I had no answers for. It was a beautiful spot to place a tombstone I thought, I wonder why this place had been chosen. I opened my thorn backpack and fumbled for a while as my hands wouldn’t stop shacking. I then pulled out the letter I had received from Sylvanas. I opened it and read the one line that had been written there.

†˜Everyone must know once past before they may begin to find their future.’
She knew all along. This had been my quest all along. Then a thought occurred to me and I looked up again, there were more writing after my first name. Delicately I cleaned the headstone, removing one small piece at a time to reveal every letter. My tears joined the soft rain as I read out my full name to myself in a hushed whisper.