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Aurora bolted upright in the bedroll and felt her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest. The fire had died down to embers and she was glad for it, because anyone awake would have seen the terrified look on her face and that she was trembling. To reassure herself that it was all just a dream she reached down and touched the rifle she slept next to. It was well worn from the previous owner, but since coming to the surface after her home was destroyed by raiders she had put in her own wear on the rifle.  There was a small emblem on the stock that he'd asked someone to put on it, it was her name in fancy script. Touching the emblem calme

Many cruel thoughts tinker through loops, Slowly, tauntingly filling in the gold chalice, You grip at everything even if it droops, You feel your corrupt mind flow with malice. You take up arm, vile with your thought, Plagued by the shadows of the heinous, Things that have clawingly torn, wrought, When self-loathing replaces righteousness. The shadows may wash over, lashing out, At anything that gets in front of you, 'living', You have no meaning for the word, 'doubt', Something well acquainted with, it's surviving. You whip anything moving, the paranoid attack, Leaving you with nothing, you're mindless, You only yearn for the sun to be gi

Chapter Nineteen: The Light which Burns Twice as Bright Malygos paced back and forth within the heart of his power, awaiting the return of his flight. He did not need to see them flying low between the cliffs to know the result of their mission. It had been a narrow failure, halted only by the intervention of the Frostwyrms. As he paced, the blue dragons landed before them, fewer in number than before. 'Lord Malygos,' said their leader, 'you tasked us with averting the darkness by slaying the Prince of Lordaeron. Yet we have failed.' He bowed his head. 'You slew many Frostwyrms in the attempt to complete your task.' stated Malygos. 'That a

Chapter Seventeen: The Fall of Drak'theron Keep The wind raged without relent. The snow swirled in droves so thick that one could not see more than a few feet in front of them. A biting chill bad enough to drive even the undead inside now swarmed throughout the lands. And Drak'theron Keep stood tall amidst it. Inside the fortress itself, however, the howling was muted by black stone walls. The cold was driven back a bit by spells designed to keep Mal'ganis' living servants alive and well. Also his prisoners. As Necromancer Mustang made his way through the halls. Once, a long time ago, Mustang had been a promising mage of the Kirin Tor. Yet

King Terenas received the emissaries report with a stony bearing. He remained silent as the man finished telling him what he had seen. They were communicating over a mirror of scrying. After a moment Terenas took a deep breath. 'I see, that is unfortunate.' said the King. 'Unfortunate? Milord, he burned his own men's ships using-' 'I know.' said Terenas 'My son is not well. Whatever the case, we are committed, and all steps must be taken to ensure the expedition is a success. You are to tell your gryphon escort to disengage and head back to Northrend to assist however they may. Return on your own.' 'Yes sir,' said the emissary, 'I will do