Why would You...

Crysanthemum stumbled. The ground was uneven, and though the darkness should not have impaired her vision, her eyes seemed fuzzy, unfocused. She placed her head on the cool, soft earth, and waited to see if it would pass. When it did not, she sighed, and lifting her eyes up to the sky, silently mourned for the life she'd left behind.

No more family, nor friends. Just the dark commanding voice that made her shiver to her very core, and frost that coated her soul.

She heard approaching footsteps and quickly picked up her greatsword, the weight feeling overbearing. She couldn't do this. She wasn't a champion of the Lich King. She was Crysanthemum. Once a warrior of the light... and now...

A tall elf appeared before her, her eyes glowing like a blue moon. Crysanthemum could sense the frost presense and knew she'd been found by one of her fellow frost disciples.

But this wouldn't be a help to her.

"You know..." The elf said slowly, her voice echoing across the plain. "Most of our fellow Frost followers didn't make it past the first phase... You should be honored. Although..." She licked her blade and suddenly, I knew she had killed many Death Knights on her way here.

"You won't make it for much longer..." She lunged for me and I parried, quickly throwing my weight into the blade and forcing her to backtrack, skidding to a halt a few feet from me.

"I will be the last one standing, goblin." She sneered. "Prepare to meet your second death!" But before she could strike me down, an axe, large and sharp with jagged edges, was plunged into her back, nearly slicing her in two. She gasped, her eyes staring angrily at me, before she crumpled to the ground in a heap, dead. I stared at her corpse for a moment, and then looked up into the face of our general, Aktemi.

"Ya be needin' some help I tink." He said, holding out a hand. I hesitantly took it and he lifted me to my feet. I brushed the dirt off of my armor and looked at him curiously.

"Why... Why did you help me?" I asked, unable to comprehend his reasoning. He smiled sheepishly, and scratched his head.

"Can't let all the pretty ones die out, now can we?"

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Hello everyone! I'd like to again show you my dear baby Crysanthemum. Unfortunately, this love story does not have a happy ending, though I won't spoil it for you. Just couldn't get the scene out of my head! Maybe I'll put the story up on here sometime. Who knows.

Always, thanks for watching!