02-07-2017, 04:01 PM
Drifting between the land of the living and the dead, the magus stared blankly ahead. She didn’t know how long she’d been like this. There was no day, no night to tell her how much time had passed as she laid there, her consciousness reeling.
An armour clad foot stomped down before her eyes, before it lifted from the ground once more, drifting toward her shoulder, pushing her once more onto her back. Wincing from the pain, her arms coming up sluggishly to protect her head, before slumping down in defeat. She had no strength to move, much less to fight.
“Jaina!” A voice called out as her eyes slowly focused upon the figure looking down upon her.
“A….s?” The girl attempted as her voice faded and the figure knelt down upon her. Squinting her eyes, the sheepish sorceress attempted to focus her blurry vision, confusion dawning upon her.
“C...n’t…You…” she blabbered softly, as a gauntleted hand reached upon her golden locks, brushing them aside, tucking them softly behind her ear.
“I’ll always be there for you, Jaina. I came here just to visit you, just like in Dalaran, remember?” the looming figure whispered.
“Now, come with me…” he said, a dark shadow brushing past his fine features, the golden locks upon his head slowly fading, the colour draining from his beautiful features, until nothing but a pale shadow remained.
“N….. Can’t...watch this….gain...” the magus wheezed, forcing whatever strength remained to come forth and aid her, as her muscles tore her away from his grasp, slowly winching her to face away from him.
“Jaina..? Jaina!” she could hear him calling out as she painstakingly turned away. Tears of anguish rolled down from her eyes, as the mage sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...” She could remember the night vividly, the promise she’d given.
Don’t deny me, Jaina. Don’t ever deny me. Please.
I never would, Arthas. Never.
The shattered promise burned within her mind as he left her to lie on the colourless ground despite her wounds. The magus sobbed, each contraction of her muscles sending a further jolt of pain to her core. And once more, the darkness laid claim upon her.
An armour clad foot stomped down before her eyes, before it lifted from the ground once more, drifting toward her shoulder, pushing her once more onto her back. Wincing from the pain, her arms coming up sluggishly to protect her head, before slumping down in defeat. She had no strength to move, much less to fight.
“Jaina!” A voice called out as her eyes slowly focused upon the figure looking down upon her.
“A….s?” The girl attempted as her voice faded and the figure knelt down upon her. Squinting her eyes, the sheepish sorceress attempted to focus her blurry vision, confusion dawning upon her.
“C...n’t…You…” she blabbered softly, as a gauntleted hand reached upon her golden locks, brushing them aside, tucking them softly behind her ear.
“I’ll always be there for you, Jaina. I came here just to visit you, just like in Dalaran, remember?” the looming figure whispered.
“Now, come with me…” he said, a dark shadow brushing past his fine features, the golden locks upon his head slowly fading, the colour draining from his beautiful features, until nothing but a pale shadow remained.
“N….. Can’t...watch this….gain...” the magus wheezed, forcing whatever strength remained to come forth and aid her, as her muscles tore her away from his grasp, slowly winching her to face away from him.
“Jaina..? Jaina!” she could hear him calling out as she painstakingly turned away. Tears of anguish rolled down from her eyes, as the mage sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...” She could remember the night vividly, the promise she’d given.
Don’t deny me, Jaina. Don’t ever deny me. Please.
I never would, Arthas. Never.
The shattered promise burned within her mind as he left her to lie on the colourless ground despite her wounds. The magus sobbed, each contraction of her muscles sending a further jolt of pain to her core. And once more, the darkness laid claim upon her.
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