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Few years ago...

In a world, where only black and gray existed, suddenly appeared another color – scarlet fire, that could be nothing else, but a beating heart of living. She turned around, her dead eyes were following them, while they’re closing in…

Her illusive fingers started making some strange gestures, as if she was preparing some sort of malicious spell. Troll smiled mysteriously, then stepped to the left, as if he was introducing someone... banshee stumbled upon an unliving stare of yellow eyes and was confused for a moment. Priest has grinned, then waved his hand, as if he was greeting her. At that very moment, banshee felt, that she was no longer in control of her own body – her desperate efforts to recast the spell were failing… She was filled with rage and now she wished only to kill those two…
Shaman drags something closer – body , wrapped in a cloak, so banshee can’t see, who’s that… then he places four totems around the body, so they create a square around it. Then, after priest renews his spell, shaman descends into spirit world. Meanwhile, priest started chanting another spell – banshee felt, as something, hidden inside her chest started to burn painfully – she never felt such pain before. Perhaps, because moment earlier she had nothing, that can feel pain?..
Moment after moment, and she notices, that her world starts to fill with colours, other, than black and gray… she’s leaving the world of Undeath, and, once again, joins the world of living. Her scream, filled with all pain, that she feels now, can be heard from every point of Ghostlands. Far away, lynx awakes from it’s dream and listens intentively – animal is puzzled, what, or who can scream like that?..
With all the colours, came sounds… and now she can feel gentle stroke of wind upon her skin. Wind blows away all hatred, that she felt…
- Well, ‘ave we succeeded, mon?

Troll’s speaking… she can’t forget their accent. Someone touches her, and, from that touch, a warm wave runs across her body. Her heart is beating harder with every passing second… blood is running faster.

- As you see, my friend…

Troll sighs and embraces resurrected Quel’dorei, while she cries silently… Priest shakes his head, then speaks to troll:

- ... Yes. Get her to Silvermoon…Or somewhere around there... I’ll be waiting for you at the gates of Stratholme – we have much work today…
Shaman noded, however, he didn’t even look at priest, when he left. He picks cloak off the ground, then wraps elf into it. Almost, as some time before – but now this body is… alive? When he was leaving, he looked over his shoulder – other banshees were watching him from the top of the Windrunner Spire…
Letting forth a sharp whistle, he calls for his riding raptor… soon he, and his new companion can’t be seen behind the trees…
They’re heading to Silvermoon.



Translated by V. Stammelfold ( thaks, aye )

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