Graveyard

[Tillna]

It was quiet. It always was quiet for me. Being dead, trapped in confinement, there wasn't much to do. I had left a fragment of my soul on outside, left it to wander, and now, it wanted me.

"Time to rise...the time is right. Let us reclaim all we have lost."

I moved. For the first time, in what seemed like eons, I forced my self to move. My arms were heavy, and the bones creaked, but they responded. I pointed both palms straight up, and began to cast.

The ground shook, a large explosion knocked all the dirt between me and the surface away.

I stood up, dusting myself off.

"Should have buried me deeper...bastards."

[Tillna]

She stepped out, slowing drawing the lost power back to her body. The cruel smile returned to her lips, the tounge lashed out, and the black wings she had grown spread, flapping a few times. She was back. The bain of the alliance, the serpent, the killer, the Lifeless, the Shadow, the Demon..all the names she had been called fit her...the whore, the slut, the weak.

She held out each hand, and pulled back her imp to her side.

"Miss me, Abapad?"

"Yes mistress...others come to control, but no work, you me master! you me only master!"

She cackled, called her steed to her. Mounting up, she went back to her "home" back to Stormwind. She wanted to see if they had died, or if they still lived. Her friends, her enemies.