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Dreaming of Death.

Don't let them fool you, the priests and paladins, shining in holy light, stood at the altar. Their faces alight with a glow, sighing over how honourable it is to die in battle for the sake of the Alliance. Don't let them fool you, the village wisewomen who tell you that your life flashes before your eyes, and all pain is gone. They are all liars. Death is painful, prolonged, a fight, a struggle. It's the most soul-wrenching agony that you will ever experience, and you should be afraid of dying. Be afraid that you might suffer like I did. Gurgling in my own blood, staring helplessly at an unnatural gap in my torso where my body should be complete. Knowing that there was nothing I could do. I didn't think of Hejin, I didn't think of Imoen. I didn't even think of tiny Heather. I just thought of how much it hurt and how I wanted to stay alive. Dont let me die, I tried to cry out, but there was nothing to be done. It burned like hell itself. It was horrific and agonising, and it lasted forever.

I still felt the agony when my spirit floated free, wrenched from my twitching, bleeding corpse, watching Nou and Amy trying to mend the unmendable broken body. Lying in a lake of my own lifeblood on the tainted soil of Shadowmoon Valley with the snorting foul felboars, and the crows of the Embrace's triumph resounding in my ears.

Nothing could repair the rip in my body, however much I struggled and fought, oh I fought it. Don't let me die. But even my strong temper, even my will to live, was not strong enough to get me back inside that broken lump of flesh. Nothing could ever repair the body. Not the love of my mourning friends. Not the prayers of Nouala. Not the tears of Amy. No weeping, no healing, nothing on this world could mend that lump of meat, except for Him. Which he did, in due course, but that story comes later.

First I must tell you of broken days bleeding into nights, sleeping peacefully in the grave, the rest was heaven to my tortured spirit. Soft bliss, it could have been moments or centuries later when they came, scratching, sniffing at my soil bed. Chewing on my gravestone. Dirty little claws prising up the coffin lid and dragging out the decaying remains. I watched through a fog of horror as they took me away, my spirit screaming soundlessly into the night. I sat on the disturbed soil. I would have cried if I had a body to cry with, but instead I just stared and screamed and railed noiselessly. I had little flashes of awareness. My body being laid out, attended by scourge. Crypt fiends, ghouls, chanting hooded figures. All the creatures of nightmare working over my lump of flesh. Him. Raising the body for his work as a death knight in his service. No longer rotting, yet completely soulless. Soulless because I sat there in an Elwynn graveyard in shock, wondering what to do.

There is only one place to go, only one place that can help me. The Cathedral. I drift there. Who knows what day it is. A barrier lies across the entrance of the Cathedral. Holy ground. No place for a body-less spirit such as myself.

I drift on, haunting the places I knew in life. Haunting the friends I had, scaring them, horrifying them. I can't help it. I just want them to help. None can hear me. One or two can see me, if they knew me well enough, or are wearing those spectrecles. I cannot make myself heard. I can only beg and cry pathetically. Please, come to Naxxramas and release my body from His service. Please, let me back in, I don't want to be dead. I dont want to be a ghost. I need you, I need you Red! I need you Hejin! I float through their disgusted bodies, faces revolted at the agony painted on my ghost. Someone will understand soon. Someone will help. I wait.

There is only one place to go, only one place that can help me. The Cathedral. I drift there. Who knows what day it is. A barrier lies across the entrance of the Cathedral. Holy ground. No place for a body-less spirit such as myself. I leave, and float on, begging blind passers by for help.

He makes my body whole again, a puppet that dances for Him.

There is only one place to go, only one place that can help me. The Cathedral. I drift there. Who knows what day it is. A barrier lies across the entrance of the Cathedral. Holy ground. No place for a body-less spirit such as myself. I leave, and float on.

Help me?

There is only one place to go, only one place that can help me. The Cathedral. I drift there. Who knows what day it is. A barrier lies across the entrance of the Cathedral. Holy ground. No place for a body-less spirit such as myself.

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