I walk out of my tent I have set up in Borean Tundra. It is a little past dawn. I have overslept. I kept waking to the sound of wailing. I know not whether it was the cold wind or the screams of the dead, but every time I look for the source, it was never to be found.
This land is like no other I have ever been to. The spirits to not speak to me, neither in the wind, nor my soul. This place is empty, cold. Not a good place to get closer to your ancestors, but a perfect place to train. I already feel myself becoming stronger. This trial set before me will make me into the warrior I was destimed to become.
I wrap my tent up and place it in my pack. Today, I am to make a patrol around the Tundra, looking for signs of Scourge activity in the area. I have found small groups of them, nothing too big. Skeletons here and there. I made quick work of them and hopefully they will stay dead this time.
As I ride on the back of my worg, I smell the stench of death, as does the worg. She is hesitant to go further, so I dismount and give her a snack to eat. No use bringing a scared animal to a fight, nor do I blame the beast for it's cowardess, the undead are a fearsome enemy, even for me.
I use the training my brother taught me before he died to sneak up over the hill, and there I saw him. He was a Mag'har, like myself. His brown skin tainted black, but I see the tribal markings on him. He was from Hellfire, but his glowing blue eyes signified his allegiance. He commanded a army of ghouls, he looked at a Horde encampment, with greed in his eyes. I knew what I had to do.
I climbed to the top of the hill and I charged in. I could not let the ghouls reach the encampment. I summoned my rage and became a dervish with my axe, cleaving through the undead as a hot knife through butter. In mere seconds, I tore his ghoul army apart, but the cost was heavy. I had over-extended myself. I was out of breath and the Death Knight approached.
"Fellow Mag'har, you see my power? It can be yours! Join the Scourge and we will bring death and chaos to this world." the Death Knight said with an echo of a voice.
I said nothing. I would not exchange words with such a fiend. Their words are like venom. I raised my axe and prepared for the inevitable fight.
He absorbed some of the power of the ghouls around him, growing in size, equal to my own. He charged me, I parried him, but he was able to spread some of his dieses to me. I felt sick, weakened. I tried cleaving into him, he parried the first attack, but the second landed center mass, but he let it hit. He swung his axe as I connected with his chest. His blade lodged deep into my shoulder. His runeblade absorbing my life essence, healing his wounds.
He laughed and sent insults my way. I did not care. For the first time, in a long tim, I felt the icy hand of death. I had done all I could. My ancestors would be proud of the way i went out. This was an honorable death.
As I bled out, the Death Knight walked away, laughing. I became cold, but I was at peace. Who knew the end was so relaxing? Father, Mother, Brother, I come now to join you in the house of the ancestors. Hopefully I have earned a place of honor amongst them.
All faded to black. The end had come.
Suddenly, I heard my own voice in my head. "I will come back to you, Shupa. You have my word." My eyes opened, and with renewed strength, I stood. My willpower pushing me through the pain. I saw the Death Knight, he was walking towards the camp. I had not the strength to chase after him, but I had enough strength for one try at this.
I summoned all my rage, the strength I get from my honor, my feelings for by beloved, and my pride as a Mag'hari warrior, and I hurled my axe at the Death Knight as I blacked out.
I awoke in a tent in the Horde encampment. My wounds being tended to by a Tauren shaman. I asked what happened, they told me that they heard a lound whirling noise, and when they came out the Death Knight had been cleaved, almost in two, and I was passed out, almost thirty yards away.
I contimplated the situation. I learned from my mistakes, and I will wear this scar on my shoulder to remind myself of the lesson and to bring honor to my ancestors.
Shupa, I will return to you. I promise.
