WoW: The Night Of The Blood Elves!

World Of Warcraft: The Night Of The Blood Elves Blizzard Productions The sky is dark and foggy with purple clouds striking each other in hatred, a storm is about to be born, Only it's the storm of the elves, Archers and the Night Elves are waiting for food to come by, as there camps and their supplies are limited, survival is the key to their Race. Nothing will be left as the Elves must get ready for the Ultimate Battle that will be a truly bloody display, Family & Friends they will loose, The risks of their survival is the riskiest risks of all time! Will they be able to take on all the other races through there terrible travels Find Out Now xxJessxx Blizzard World Of Warcraft Contest Entry. The Night Of The Blood Elves Cover Made By Jessica. Warning: This content may include, Blood & Violence & Deaths & Emotional sentences, Romance, Sex, Explicit language.

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7. Buried Past Events!

Nothing else could of meant the world to me. My mother was the life saver for me, she had taken the bones from the undead race. Ghouls had been swallowed by the gusty winds. Dusty roads slowed me down from thinking, as I stepped closer to the dungeon's open window. Dark black smoke slowly slithering against me, as the cold air whips my back. Flaming heads could be seen in the distance, chains rattled as I watched slaves burn. The deep zone where the flesh would melt and turn to liquid in a instant. Watching the dark purple trees swing around the grass. Hollow holes in the tips of my fingers. My mouth tasted bitter while my tongue folded up old fluff. 

Gargling on the fluff from slaves toes, as I spat it out on the cold damp ground. Bones were hanging from a part of the wall. The dark pitch black look in the skulls eyes was enough to kill me. Death Wings necromancers had been here, there was a cauldron with ingredients inside. Hairy carrots with the skulls from villagers. Bones that had been sliced in a war or slaughter feast. The smell was terrible, 'stop this smell please!' I shouted with my last breathes of air. Knowing that I can't escape even if I tried. After waiting three hours as the purple clouds surrounded the open sky. The horrifying screams that were haunting me for the whole time. Deep cuts were placed in carcasses. Carving weaponry for the poor villagers...

Sitting in the pitch black while one ray of sunlight barely got in. My eyes were messed up, as I looked out of the cracks in the dusty walls. Chains were rattling outside, I could hear some slaves being eaten outside too. Tiny pieces of slaves hair was blown in my face through the cracks. On the tip of each end blood dripped down as it left a puddle on my feet. A guard had entered the dungeon allowing some light to shine on me. The last light of my life, as I recalled back then. Death Wing had spoken the words of hell, corruption would fill the open lands. My eyes bubbled inside my tightly shut eyelids, the look on my face was horrific. Darkness filled the room, as the guard closed the iron gate. The feeling of being trapped in darkness had never been so clear to me...

Rattling bones started getting to me. The smell got worse as the poor villagers hadn't been able to keep hygienic. The rusty metal clashed off the bumpy floors. Old fabric socks dampened in the mucky ground. Chipped teeth lay on the floor melting into dust. The looks on the villager's faces only reminded me of my family. My one family, the family that never deserved to die. Death Wings voice echoed in my mind. As the darkness had reached the limit to blind me. 'Help me' I shouted as I rattled the gate lock. Please don't let me die mum...

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