"We are the Forsaken"- Part Three

Kilystia landed hard on the ground, surprised by the way her feet hitting the packed earth jarred her.  It had felt free flying above the Silverpine Forest, above the creatures who wanted to kill her just for being what she was, and so leanding on the ground at the Command in the forest was surprising, forcing her back into herself.  Agatha, the Val’kyr that the Banshee Queen had provided her for the task of spying on the Humans and Worgens in Fenris Isle, led the way to the Dark Lady, ignoring Kilystia.  For most of the trip she had ignored Kilystia, speaking only a few times to talk about raising Scourge to fight for the Forsaken.  Otherwise, Kilystia was left with her thoughts.

Lady Sylvanas

Finally standing before the Dark Queen, Kilystia felt nervous.  She had done her job, performed well, and was ready for the next task, but she felt nervous.  She had always felt such when dealing with a commander, but the Queen was more than a commander.  She was Queen.

“You have performed well, Kilystia,”  Lady Slyvanas offered, extending her hand to Kilystia.  “Come with me.  We will ride to Sepulcher and I will tell you a story.” 

Kilystia reached up and mounted behind the Dark Lady, sliding her arms around the Queen’s waist as the horse picked up a trot, taking them from the Command to the road.  “The Forsaken were created by Arthas, who was to become the Lich King…” Lady Sylvanas told Kilystia of her history, of the Forsaken’s history and their relation to the Horde, and for the first time since she had become Undead, she felt sympathy for the Forsaken.  They were victims of circumstance and the cycle perpetuated—a cycle which had to continue.

As the Lady Sylvanas spoke, Kilystia ignored the passing surroundings, falling into the history of the Queen—once a High Elf and now a Banshee Queen fighting against the Scourge.  She felt her alliance to the Queen grow as she listened.  She couldn’t go back to the Alliance.  She couldn’t—not necessarily because she didn’t want too, but rather, because she was now what she was.  That she could not change.  Why not embrace it?  Accept being Undead, accept the contract with the Dark Lady.  Accept she heard in her thoughts, unsure if it came from her or the Banshee Queen.  Accept.

“We’re here,” the Queen interrupted her thoughts, drawing to a halt.  “You are proving to be very valuable, Kilystia.  We shall meet again.”  She promised as she rode off, leaving me standing in the graveyard, looking around aimlessly. 

Kilystia looked around, spotting a commander who might be able to point her in the direction of her next quest.  She had the feeling that she would no longer be focusing on merely Worgen and Human alliances, but rather on tasks which involved the Horde as a whole. 

“You!  Report to Brill.  There are people there whom you need to speak with.  They know who you are, so they should be easy to find, but make haste!” 

Kilystia nodded, sighing.  One thing that did not change between Alliance and Horde?—the  run around.  She had barely been here more than a few minutes and she was already being confronted with a task and a letter to deliver.

Arriving in Brill reminded her of Deathknell, just as it had when she had arrived there at the beginning of her journey, but this time, aside from orders to fulfill, she was finally allowed, by order of the Warchief, to obtain a horse.  No longer merely at foot-solider status, Kilysia needed to move faster.  She needed to be able to serve the Lady Sylvanas much easier. 

Kilystia and her horse

While handing over the gold for her red skeleton horse and riding training, Kilystia smiled.  She was moving up in the ranks, becoming important again.  Even though she still felt angry at the Forsaken for resurrecting her, she was coming to terms, starting to accept what she was.  She couldn’t change it, anymore than the Banshee Queen had been able to change it, anymore than Lilian was able to change it.  She could do some good though perhaps, at least some good for someone. 

Reaching out to stroke her steed’s muzzle, she shook her head.  “We’re in this together, my boy.  Let’s go find where we’re heading next.”