InsaneJournal

We are abandoned. We are forsaken.
Who: Sylvanas
What: She takes her place as Queen of the Forsaken
When: Just prior to retaking the capital from the Scourge
Where: Lordaeron, Eastern Kingons, Azeroth
Status: complete
Rating: Pg-13 for walking corpses



”Rightful heirs of Lordaeron!” Sylvanas held her bow aloft, staring hard as the shambling mass of corpses that stretched out before her. Some were whole, others broken and battered, and every last one of them was as dead as she was, if not so well preserved. The way they looked at her reminded her of children, but they were so grotesque. If she had a gag reflex any more, she would have felt ill.

“The Lich King falters! Your will is your own. Are you to be outcasts now in your own land? Or do we embrace the cruel cards fate has dealt us and retake our place in this world?”

And they cheer her. A watery, gravelly sound, rotten hands and fist raised towards the clouds. Her words electrified them, and for all that they disgusted her their reaction and their need for her was like a jolt.

”We are abandoned. We are forsaken. But when the sun rises tomorrow, the capital will be ours!” And now the cheers were deafening. These were no longer just peasants and farmers, nobles and ladies. They were an army.

“But what of the humans?” She looked for the voice. He referred to them as a separate race, and there was intelligence in his eyes.

He could be useful. “They will serve their purpose. They believe they are liberating the city. Let them fight and spend themselves on our behalf and for our gain. They are…” And her voice echoed in her memories, of another battle, another time, another army she’d led. “Arrows in our quiver.”

Her people’s cheer rose up again, but her eyes remained cold. Everything from this point forward was to strike at Arthas and take her revenge. Even her new people. Arrows in her quiver.

And so are you.