A/N: After playing the game for a few years, I decided to try my hand at a story sent in the Warcraft universe. I hope the readers enjoy it. Hopefully, I'll start working on my other fanfics again, although my zip drive containing most of my stuff decided to not function anymore. The first chapter goes through a majority of the starting plot for the death knights as shown through my character and then continues on from there. Anyway, let's start the show!

Disclaimer: Places, races, and probably all of the other objects mentioned in this story belong to Blizzard.

The town blazed as faraway screams echoed through the horrific night. The crimson roofs of New Avalon collapsed upon themselves as the flames burned through the buildings. The ivory skeletons of mammoth frost wyrms glowed against the moonlight as they demolished the town's military forces. A hooded draenei stood steadfast on an adjacent hilltop. A wide grin graced her face as the flames below lit up the countryside. Her lips pursed, letting out a shrill whistle. She looked into the distance as she spotted her charger, galloping towards her. Her horse was as black as soot, fitted with the strongest of ebony armor. Its hooves spouted white-hot flames as it traveled faster and faster to reach its master. The creature was standard of the Lich King's army and it was as graceful as it was terrifying. The penetrating whinny of the charger sent any citizen of Azeroth into panic for it meant the Death Knights were approaching.

The horse stopped in front of its commander, waiting for her next instruction. The draenei pulled herself into the saddle and rode through the burning city. Her master was waiting for her back at camp and it was best to not keep him waiting. She returned to Death's Breach, the temporary Death Knight encampment, only to see the Lich King's army assembling before him. She led her horse in line with the other commanders, waiting for the coming instructions. Soon she heard his voice echoing through the confines of her helmet. It was deep and faraway as it rumbled through her ears. Arthas' voice had a certain raspy and mysterious quality to it that made even the strongest followers of Light bend to his will.

"Velexia, my dark child, it is time. The battle for Light's Hope Chapel has begun and we shall not be defeated. None must be left alive. High lord Mograine will be accompanying you, along with your fellow soldiers. Do not disappoint me, Velexia," Arthas calmly explained, his voice hinting at the painful price of failure.

Velexia nodded as she accepted her assignment. She had heard of Light's Hope Chapel. It was known as a Mecca for budding paladins and followers of Light. The Scourge had become an increasing nuisance on Azeroth and the Argent Dawn relished the though of new, bright-faced, naïve recruits. Velexia had been in their shoes once, but the Lich King had saved her. He had shown her the real future of this world and it held no place for the Argent Dawn and their disciples. Many of her childhood friends still devote themselves to the cause, but she had denounced their friendship for the sake of Arthas and his death knight army.

High lord Mograine reared his horse and raised his weapon, the infamous corrupter ashbringer, high above his head. "Onward," he shouted, as his charger took off down the hill. Velexia followed suit, riding next to her fellow death knights. Her stomach knotted in anticipation of the coming battle. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her knuckles turned a startling white as she tightened the hold on her horse's reins. Her axe felt heavy against her back and she longed to wield it between her hands once more. She could almost hear the battle ahead as she dug her heels into the stallion's sides, urging it to gallop faster. Velexia didn't want to miss any part of the war that was to take place in mere minutes.

As the army crested an adjacent ridge, they spotted the chapel. The battle had already started. The Lich King's army greatly outnumbered the current Argent Dawn forces, but for some reason they seemed to be struggling. Velexia dismounted immediately, rushing into the commotion, her axe swinging violently around her. She tried keeping track of the bodies she laid to waste, but she found herself concentrating more on Commander Mograine's sudden difficulty. He was usually such a marvel to watch in battle, but even the ashbringer he carried with him day and night appeared to weigh a ton in his arms.

"Darion!" Velexia heard a stranger shout. She had never heard anyone address Commander Mograine by his first name. She looked in the direction the call had come from and spotted him, Tirion Fordring. He was unmistakable in appearance and his armor displayed his high ranking amongst the Argent Dawn. He approached Mograine as if he knew him, which disgusted Velexia even further. She gritted her teeth, disapproving of his disrespect to her commander. Velexia tightened the grip on her weapon, swinging it behind her. She ran towards Tirion, her voice emitting a primal scream as she darted to him.

"Velexia, no!" High lord Mograine commanded, "Do not strike!" Velexia stopped abruptly to the sound of his voice. However, the momentum of the heavy axe sent her flying to the ground. Dirt caked her face and helmet as she spat soil from her mouth, "Sir, what is the meaning of this?!"

Before her superior could respond, Tirion spoke up, "Darion, you know not what you do. Arthas has sent you here to die! His army is no match for us here. You are fighting on holy grounds, Darion. Haven't you noticed that your mass of soldiers can barely lift their own weapons against us? The Lich King has sent you to your graves!"

A low rumble sounded through her ears after Tirion finished speaking. Velexia could have sworn their fighting had erupted a landslide nearby, but this noise signaled things that were much worse. It was his laughter. Arthas was laughing at them. Velexia found this more frightening than anything she had ever experienced. The Lich King had confirmed the truth in Tirion's words. He had sent them here to die. "He speaks the truth, Mograine. I have no use for you or your soldiers. I intend to scour humanity from this planet, and make no mistake: I have the power to do it," Arthas laughed once more.

Darion lunged at the Lich King, his fury apparent in his actions. Velexia gasped, she knew this could not end well. Before she could stop him, Tirion harshly grabbed her by the arm. "Listen to me death knight, you cannot be here. The King of Stormwind is already aware of the events here. You need to report to him immediately," he quickly instructed.

Velexia pulled her arm back, letting out a hiss of distaste, "Who are you to tell me what I should do? My place is here with my commander and my fellow soldiers. I'd rather die than step foot in such a city." She spat her words into Tirion's face, her dislike seething from her words.

"You do not understand. This war is over and if you stay here, you will die! Go to the King and then, where you go from there is your choice, young one. You are very strong in battle and it's such a waste that your talents have been wasted to this extent," Tirion explained. He pitied the girl immensely. She was gifted, but to be caught up in such a plague as the Lich King had damaged her more than she realized.

Before Velexia could dispute his words, she was engulfed in a blinding light. When her eyes adjusted, she could feel her hatred bubbling up in her stomach. Everywhere she looked, the light gray stone of the city of Stormwind surrounded her. She had nowhere to run now. She was in the middle of Stormwind with no way out. Velexia couldn't even summon her horse. She approached a nearby guard who graced her with a look of revulsion and disgust. "Where is the King?" Velexia spit out with venom.

"And why should I help you, monster? Your kind killed my son and yet you stand before me, unscathed. You deserve to die!" he angrily responded. Velexia heard a low guttural sound in the man's throat. She looked down to see a disgusting wad of spit marring her ebony armor. He smiled at her, obviously approving of his own actions. Velexia reached behind her, wrapping her fingers around her axe. 'He will pay for his insolence,' she inwardly cursed him. She raised her weapon above her head, poised to decapitate the wretch. All of a sudden, she dropped her axe to the ground. Something had hit her…something slimy and foul. Velexia reached to her arm and peeled off the object, holding it up to her face and inspecting it through the eye slits in her helmet. She held a rotten and rather stinky banana peel in her hands. She laughed at the sight. She couldn't think of the last time she laughed, but this was almost too funny. Here she was, a powerful member of the Lich King's army, and the citizens of Stormwind thought that they could perturb with moldy fruit!

She laughed once more, "Your pathetic kind will regret these actions soon enough. I'll find the King myself."

Velexia strolled toward the keep of Stormwind, occasionally being pelted with yet even

more pieces of fruit. She only laughed in response as she continued her walk. She entered the keep, not wanting to admit the nervousness she felt within her stomach. The King of Stormwind was a rather impressive and intimidating figure in Azerothian history and she was told to personally report to him. Velexia hesitantly approached him. He looked at her with scorn, "Speak quickly, death knight. I do not have patience when it comes to your kind."

Velexia explained the situation to King Varian Wrynn, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. When she finished, King Varian sat in silence for several minutes, musing over the news she brought from Tirion at Light's Hope. "Very well then, it's glad to have you back amongst the living. You'll have safe passage through Stormwind and the rest of the Alliance kingdoms. May the Light bless you," he concluded.

Velexia couldn't help but scoff at his blessing as she left the keep. 'The Light is nothing more than a sham.' As she walked through the city, she grew even more concerned with what her future now held. Where would she go? What was she supposed to do now? She spent a good amount of time and effort serving Arthas and now that he saw no more use for her kind, what was a death knight to do? She knew she wasn't welcome here, no matter what the King said. Velexia let out a long, drawn out sigh. She knew what she was going do, but she felt like there really wasn't any alternative given her current course in life.

She sprinted towards Stormwind Harbor and caught the next boat to Darkshore. She stepped off the boat, inhaling deeply. Kalimdor had a distinctly floral smell to it and she had missed it immeasurably. Velexia was still without her horse, which greatly diminished her patience. She walked through the small coastal town and into the thick woods surrounding the harbor. Velexia found a quiet spot away from wandering animals and nosey people. She always found night elf territories a bit more soothing than any of its Eastern Kingdom counterparts. She removed her helmet and the armor that covered her chest, set her axe on the ground, and lay back onto the lush grass that carpeted the forest. The sun was beginning to rise on an extremely long day, but the dense evergreen canopy blocked out any fresh rays of light. She reached down into her boots and pulled out a small dagger. It felt unnaturally light in her hands. She jumped a bit as she heard a crunch in the grass, but it appeared to be just a wandering nightsaber. Velexia quietly closed her eyes, she never thought that she would be the cause of her own demise, and without another word, she plunged the dagger into her chest. A piercing scream escaped her throat as the dagger stuck out of her, blood poured out of her wound. Within seconds, her scarred skin was painted in red and her vision blurred. Tears streamed down her face as the fire from her wound seemed to spread to the farthest reaches of her being. She was losing consciousness rapidly, as well as blood and she was somewhat regretting her decision. She vaguely heard footsteps in the grass. Velexia couldn't turn her heard to see what was approaching, but she assumed it was the nightsaber she had spotted before.

The last thing she remembered before her life ebbed away was a pair of feline eyes.

A/N: And that's it for the first chapter. Chapter two introduces at least two more characters. Read and review if you'd like...please. Until next time!