Blighted
Prologue

The weather was mild, but the atmosphere stifling. Death filled the air and corruption bloomed beneath her feet. Corpses walked, ghosts shrieked, and abominations wandered the blighted lands. They charged towards her as she stood fiercely before them. She stood her ground for hours, tearing down one undead fiend after another. As she wore down her mana pool she used the last to morph her body into a lithe cat. Her claws tore at dead flesh, strong paws breaking withered bones. But more came at her. The relentless horde only seemed to multiply by the second rather than dwindle before her might. There were so many.

Too many.

She fell.

Her body regained its shape as she was over come, blood spilled out upon the yellow, dead grass. The life drained from her and she cursed the sky, she cursed the scourge, she cursed the Lich King, and she cursed Elune. She looked up once more from her back as her vision blurred. The horde split and a cloaked man with glowing eyes came towards her.

And she knew no more.

She was aware. A voice whispered in the back of her mind. Sweet and intoxicating and I must do as it says! She followed blindly and coldly, leaving ruin in her path. She did not realize she could no longer touch the earth as she had before, that she commanded blood, frost, and the unholy; her Rune Blade in place of staff. Now why would I carry a staff? Her chest rose and fell with habitual, but unneeded breath. A flicker of life hid behind the face of death that parted her from the ghouls, abominations, skeletons, and ghosts.

She went through the motions, ice-blue eyes flickering lifelessly.

Heartlessly as she cut down the innocent.

She grasped at a will, perhaps not her own, but not that of the voice either. An identity formed with the words of another.

Brothers in death.

A familiar face made a crack in the shell, but the voice, the sweet intoxicating voice drew her back. But the crack was made and was slowly chipped away at and she was drawn from this strange, shadowy, dream world.

She woke with blood on her hands and vengeance in her heart.