Into the Abyss

The transformation was coming easier now, however much it hurt, however I had enough control to re-explore silverpine forest, testing out my new senses and abilities, Undercity just barely visible across the lake. However I could never bring myself to go back, I was too far gone to ever be recognized as one of them again. Occasionally Ali'jin would visit, he had found me about four months after her death, and would talk about apparent problems between the Tauren and the Orcs of Orgimmar. I listened with a patient ear, and yet was glad I was a part of it no longer. I was now able to think of her without breaking down, and she invaded my thoughts at random times, as if she were still there and connected to the wedding band I had refused to take off my finger. Some of the women had joked, teased and flirted with me, but they left me alone in the long run knowing I would never re marry, never be with another again. I hadn't visited her grave at all, and yet I know I was strong enough now, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Some things would never change, and as my worg and I rode out towards Undercity, I could only think of why I was doing this. I needed to do this, the journey itself would take months to do, and if I was lucky I would reach her by the anniversary of her death, if I was lucky. I doubted it, however strong and fast I had become. With a sigh, I looked at the armor in the saddlebags, reminders of who I once was. However the hood pulled up on my cloak to hide my face was necessary, no one would believe I was actually a blood elf with this face. The city was far, but it was worth the journey.

We had captured our hold and gone our own ways, each to reclaim what it was they had lost. For me, it was my memories, my first stop was Silvermoon, which oddly enough hadn't changed. I had remembered my abilities, though they weren't as strong as they could be yet, at least I could teleport without having to concentrate as hard as I did anymore. Mana that I had so long been without responded to me as if I could talk to it. With a sigh I summoned the most normal pet I had, and was surprised when my green hawkstrider came up to me and gave me an affectionate nuzzle. It appeared that some bonds surpassed death. With a smile, I smoothed out my purple dress, pulling the hood over myself to mount up and hide my eyes. Death Knights still weren't popular, so hiding was necessary at times. With a small movement of the knees we were inside the city, and more memories flooded into my brain. Memories of growing up, of the excitement to learn I had a talent for mage abilities, from training to escaping they were all there. However the face of the man named Malamok evaded me, and as hard as I tried, I could not bring it to the surface.


It went on much like this for the next few months, porting here and there, sometimes in disguise sometimes not as I rode through towns, forests, even a swamp or two, until I reached outland, then northrend. Each place brought back memories, and I knew he was supposed to be in them, however my brain was the most resistant to remembering him, some aftershock I figured of the Lich King's control and spell. I knew I would have to find him, and unfortunately that meant searhing more places. I however, first wanted to visit my wedding site, I knew it was there, but I could not remember the man's face, which saddened me. I knew he was out there, probably mourning me, and my love for him had returned tenfold, and yet I could not remember his face. With a growl I sighed, wrapping my arms around me for warmth as the icy winds of Northrend tugged at me. I could remember my death know, my desperation to live and die at the same time as I watched him come for me. Well, watched a fuzzed image of him come for me. I knew that I had been reborn in service because I wanted to be with him, and I could not stand to be with out him, however as I ported to my wedding site outside the city walls of Shattrath, I found a surprise. There next to the fountain was an older grave, probably about a year old from the way it was maintained, though the flowers looked old. White lilies, oh how I loved their delicate nature, and yet, they didn't seem to symbolize me anymore. Kneeling down in front of the tombstone, I realized it was my own grave.

This was where I was buried, next to my wedding site, and yet, I could not form the tears to cry. Standing where I had those years ago, I spoke softly beneath my breath, my hands holding an imaginary pair of hands. "Death, it is not something common to our kind, however with the growing war on the Lich king, death has become more pronounced around us. Each day we lose more comrades to a war few of us understand and even fewer grasp the severity of. Everyday we bury loved ones, gone from our lives forever, mourning them only when our bodies had rested enough to do so. My dearest Malamok, I want this place to symbolize that our love with transcend death and time itself, the gods be damned" I spoke without thinking, the memory rising to the surface again. I had fought for him, for the lich king, the one I swore to fight against! Hot tears of shame rolled down my hooded face, my head bowed in my own deprived way. A large claw suddenly wiped the tear from my face, and I turned to see Belil looking at me with those all knowing eyes I had come to miss.

"My friend, I am surprised you have come to me, I thought you would abandon me as soon as you found out what fool notion I had done" I said softly to her, stroking her cheek and scratching right behind her horn where she liked it. This dragon was wiser than I or any other human being out there, and yet she was calm enough to look at me while I was in hysterics.

'Somethings transcend death my friend. Do you think I would allow myself to be bonded to another after all this time?' she said to me, her nose nudging my side as she looked at where I had been standing. 'I think you should try Silverpine, that was where he was noted last' she said softly, her eyes seemingly far away as she smiled. 'Do not worry child, I will be here when you finally return, whenever that may be' she added, then spread her wings and took off, leaving me standing confused. However I knew she was right, even if I did not want to face what I had destroyed. With a sigh, I began to pull on my armor one piece at a time, making sure its black polished front was ready for battle just in case, the hood remaining up as I looked back to my grave, my grave. With a sigh, I placed a single black rose there, knowing it wouldn't last long, but it was in memory of who I was, and no who I am now. With a sigh, I closed my eyes and focused, feeling the air tighten around me before I was in silverpine with a pop.



When I had arrived at her grave, a bit out of sorts and disheveled, I found a single black rose on top of her grave already and frowned, anyone who knew her would know that she loved white lilies in life. The symbolism of a black rose was death, death was never laid on a grave, the whole lot of it made no sense, and yet I could not bring myself to toss it aside. Instead I laid the small bouquet of white lilies and purple daisies at where her hands would lay. That wedding ring was probably still around her finger, I had another mage set traps against anyone trying to rob this grave. With more composure than I remembered having, I knelt down and gently began to murmur a soft prayer, and let my tears fall. However after a while I stood, resting my hand on her tombstone before speaking normally.

"So much has changed my magelet, I am not the same man you once knew, and yet, I think you would still be proud of me. I love you, I wish you were here to share my life with me, instead of here in the ground, know that I think of you always, light of my life" I said softly, giving the grave one last caress before standing and hearthing home. Once I arrived in the inn, several children ran and tugged at my shirt, their faces worried and excited at the same time.

"Master Mal, Master Mal, Elder Yanon wants to see you immediately, he says its urgent!" the kid said frantically, and with a silent nod I followed him out of the inn and into the street, where mothers were hurrying their children inside, and the men stood uneasily. I had not seen them this uneasy before, so my walk became a quick trot until I arrived at Elder Yanon, his face creased with worry. Bowing low, I stood with the unease I felt from the others, my eyes gazing into the distance.

"We have a problem, a blood elf was seen at the edge of our territories, by the sea, she seemed unaware of our presence, however she is a Death Knight, I do not think she should be taken lightly, after what happened last time" he said softly, his hands dry washing themselves against his robe, his brows furrowed tightly. I knew what he meant by last time, last time it was my Valkelie who had killed over a quarter of the village in one blast out of nothing but pure jealousy, however the event was over a year gone, and now I had a job to do.

"Elder, I ask leave to take care of this myself, you know my skill, and I'm sure with the right...persuasion...I could convince her to take leave of our shores" I said slowly, my eyes still on the old mans face. His nod was all I needed before striding to my worg, pulling out my old armor. It was still the best in the land, and I could not bring myself to be rid of it, or even to stop caring for it. As I put it on I realized it had been six months since I had worn it last, though the leather moved as well as if I had just worn it yesterday. The red gems were still gleaming dully, and the hood hid my features perfectly, though once again reminded me this was Horde armor, and it would only confuse the woman, however if I were lucky,she would not need much more persuasion than a knife at her back. These were my people, and I needed to defend them whatever the cost. With a whistle, I summoned the Worg to my side and mounted up, heading down to the sea.


The sea was much as I remembered it, its cooling salty breezes blowing against my brow, kissing my features as a tentative lover would kiss me, though time for that had long since passed. The hood was up, though as for why I didn't know, the minute a worgen came within a hundred paces of me he ran, though I suppose with what I did to the village the last time I was here I couldn't blame them, even if my hood was up. My ears stuck out through cleverly placed slits in the fabric, and though my body seemed relaxed, I was on the verge of being ready to fight. My dreadsteed idly stood by my side, his soft snorts and whickers the only sound I could really take comfort in, even though I'd only been away from my fellow knights for about four months. I had come this far, and I knew he was here, the hard part was if he had found another wife to live his life with, would I be a welcome sight? I did not know, however if he had, I knew I would merely step away, I knew what I was, I was a monster not to be trusted, even by my husband. However I could always hope for the best and pray for it, even if no one was listening out there.

I could heat the soft footfalls of someone behind me, once again memories surfaced of tails in Silvermoon, and how I despised them, how I despised being treated like a child. However this was not the time to argue or be angry, if they had come to talk, then talk I would, I had not hurt anyone yet, and had not shown an inclination to, and yet, for some reason, I could not help but be on my guard. "Cat walks through the courtyard" was the stance I held now, all of my muscles seemed relaxed, though my back was the center of tension, ready to strike at a moments notice. I had finally regained all of my power back, and though my Death Knight abilities were still stronger, it was nice to have my Mage roots again.


I saw her standing there, over looking the water as her head was slightly tilted up, as if savoring the breeze from the ocean that rolled in. It was no different than any other day, foggy and hard to see out into the sea, however she held herself with the relaxed stance who was un afraid. If one had just glanced, they would have seen a woman enjoying the sea, but with a closer look, I recognized the Death Knight armor, the well cared for weapon at her side, and the stance of someone who was ready to move in a heartbeat. So she knew I was there, she was better than some I had had to battle over the years. She held herself like a battle hardened warrior, and if it were not for her ears sticking out of her hood, I would have not known what she was. Dismounting, I placed a hand on my hip and spoke in Thalassian, I hoped the rustiness would be interpreted as someone who was learning the language instead of someone who knew it.

"I do not know who you are, and I do not want to know, however you are not welcome on these shores, the Worgen want you out of our land" I said simply, knowing she would not be surprised by my voice, if she were as good as a warrior as I assumed her to be. My hood and mask hid my face, all but my eyes, but that was necessary. Any blood elf would recognize another in a heartbeat, so my eyes had been shaded and the glow dulled.

"Not bad Thalassian, stranger, if even for one of the Worgen" she said simply, her silky voice washing over me in waves of familiarity. I should have known that voice, however there was steel beneath that voice, as if she was used to what she said being taken to heart. "Tell me what I have done to be banished from a good day at the beach stranger, as I have harmed none" her voice was simple and truthful. I could see that her blade was clean and her armor doubly so, and she had not harmed a soul, yet the fear in my people's eyes drove me onward.

"Be as that may, stranger, you are not welcome here, none of your kind are" I added, though as soon as it came out of my mouth I clicked my teeth shut. If she took it as I meant it, the horde and blood elves in general, she would just shrug most likely and that would be it, but Death Knights were touchy about their honor and right to live as much as any other being. She had yet to turn to face me, as if I were not as important as I tried to make myself seem to her, and it irritated me, however I held my temper, if I lost it I might get into a battle I could not win.

"I'm more than aware the Worgen ally themselves with the alliance, so if that is so, why do you speak Thalassian like a native?" she asked, turning around to face me. Her cloak settled again at her ankles, her hand on her hip as she looked at me with those glowing blue eyes, and I gasped. With the exception of the scar over her right eye and her blue eyes, she could have been my Seleine. No, that was impossible, she was dead, but all the same I found my hands clenching and unclenching with the desire to throw her hood back.

The man looked at me if vexed, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. I was playing a dangerous game I knew, but if I showed weakness here I would never have another chance to find Malamok, whatever he looked like. I hoped my questions had seemed arrogant, if not overly so in that progress. His whole face was shrouded to me, but his armor, his armor was Horde, which caused a raised eyebrow. This man spoke for the Worgen, claimed to be one of the Worgen, but spoke and dressed like one of my own. He stood like a Rogue though, and for all the world his voice was familiar, if even he was a bit rusty in his native tongue.

"That is none of your business, Death Knight, you are still not welcome here" he repeated, and I sighed, my hands itching to draw my blade, however I merely lowered my hood and crossed them in front of my chest, my voice taking on an irritated tone.

"I wish to find someone, Worgen, and if you will not help me I will go straight to your village and ask. I do not want to hurt this person, merely talk to them. If you need proof I will lay down my sword at your feet" I said softly, looking over his armor again. It looked so familiar, and yet I could not touch it in my mind, it was as if my brain was drawing a blank on someone important.

"Then tell me who you are trying to find, Lich King Spawn, and I will see if we have them here" he said vehemently, as if I personally had done something to offend him. However Lich King Spawn was not something I could tolerate, I worked for the man no longer. My anger was growing, and as I've said before, I was never one for keeping my temper when I was angry.


I could see the signs of anger in her face, I knew I had gone too far, but it was worth it when she spoke, her finger pointing at me and her eyes taking on a commanding look.

"I serve that filth no longer you mangy mutt, and I've been nothing but civil to you since you intruded upon my meditation, so either you take it back, or I collect your head as payment" she hissed out, her eyes blazing in that all to righteous fury. The Lich King had sent her here to taunt me with what he had taken away, he had to have, I could accept no other answer, and this was not my Seleine, she never behaved this way.

"I refuse, lap dog, now turn and go back to your Master before I force you" I snarled back, readying myself for the attack I had provoked. The blade was drawn so fast I barely had time to register and counter with one of my daggers. She was fast, and ready, and I was going to have the fight of my life. However as she attacked, I began to recognize moves that I knew, and her style soon began to become readable, though not predictable. With a simple focus, I transformed into my worgen state and attacked again, her main sword dropped for two smaller ones, each only a foot long as she wielded them like extensions of her hand. However it was when the frostbolt collided with my chest that I knew she was only toying with me.



He was good, in fact he was really good, however I would never let him win, I would find Malamok, whether this mangy dog stood in my way or not, and if I had to kill him so be it. Watching him stagger back and transform back into...well whatever he was, he lay there panting looking up at me. Using the small swords I had opted for, I pushed back his cowl and his mask, revealing a very altered blood elf face. His glare at me could have been pure death, the daggers could have killed as I knelt down to his level, the swords sheathed as I took on a look of calm once more.

"Now tell me mutt, where can I find the one called Malamok" I asked, my forearms resting on my knees as I gazed at him. He seemed confused, as if he couldn't understand why I'd be asking for a name, though I waited patiently as he warred out whatever it was going on in his head.


Why would she ask for me if she was sent to destroy me? It made no sense as she looked at me as if she had all the patience in the world. She didn't know, didn't know who I was, and yet I could find myself believing her in wanting to just talk.

"I...I am malamok" I rasped out, sitting up fully and rubbing my head, watching her eyes go wide and dull, as if she were lost in her own world.