Set in the World of Warcraft Universe, this is a tale about 2 young lovers in the Scarlet Crusade torn apart by fate and death.


Jake is a young and kind-hearted member of the Scarlet Crusade who falls in love with his childhood friend Rachel, but the two of them are eventually torn apart when Jake is killed and raised into undeath, eventually becoming one of the Forsaken.

However, their paths eventually cross yet again...


4. A "Gift"



After Rachel was gone, Jake waited for ten minutes before getting up, with the help of his sword, clutching his bandaged wound in pain. Then, using his sword as a crutch, he staggered out of the tower and into the stark wilderness. For two hours he pushed on, desperately trying to find civilization, but all that he encountered were wild animals.

Jake eventually saw buildings in the distance. With renewed hope, he pressed on, taking a circular route to avoid the Scourge. He arrived at a deserted town after another hour of trekking.

Jake found a deserted inn and crept inside. After making sure that there was no one else inside the inn, he lied down to sleep.


When Jake woke up, hours later, he was shocked to find himself surrounded by a large group of necromancers. Leading the necromancers was a regal, aristocratic looking man, dressed in black armor and a cloak. His face was pale but handsome, and his pale white hair hanged down onto his shoulders. A scarf covered the lower half of his face.

“He’s awake, Baron,” One of the necromancers said.

“I can see that for myself, you hopeless twat,” the Baron said. His voice was deep and commanding, and it sent a chill down Jake’s spine.

“So, what is a lone Scarlet Crusader doing so far from Tyr’s Hand, eh? Lost your way?” The Baron asked Jake mockingly, his eyes fixed on Jake’s Scarlet Crusade tabard.

“I am not a Crusader,” Jake said defiantly.

“What does he mean by that?” A necromancer standing to the side asked. The Baron shot him an irritated look. The necromancer immediately shut up.

“Whatever shall we do with you?” The Baron mocked, “A wounded little lamb, so far from home.”

Jake stood up and drew his sword. “Kill me and be done.”

The Baron laughed. “What? Simply kill you? No, no, no. You are going to serve me.”

Quicker than Jake’s eye could follow, The Baron drew his runeblade, glowing with magical runes, and slashed Jake across his chest. Jake collapsed, blood flowing like a fountain from his ruined chest. He started gasping for breath as his vision started to darken.

Before Jake slipped into darkness, he saw the Baron looking down at him, laughing, and the necromancers beginning to cast a ritual.


When Jake woke up, it was night. He felt disoriented and examined his surroundings. He was still in the inn, but the Baron and his necromancers were gone. He stood up and was overwhelmed with a blinding headache. Jake staggered out of the inn and nearly ran headfirst into a crypt fiend.

Jake instinctively raised his hands to defend himself, but the crypt fiend stared at him and continued on its way instead of attacking him. Jake was baffled but continued wandering down the street, his headache growing. He felt increasingly drawn to a ziggurat just outside the town, which a signboard along the road told him was called Terrordale.

On his way to the ziggurat, Jake passed more Scourge, but like the crypt fiend, the undead paid him no mind. Puzzled, Jake trudged on and soon arrived at the ziggurat, where a necromancer was standing on the steps. Jake recognized the necromancer as one of the Baron’s companions in the inn.

“Ah, finally awake, Crusader? Took you long enough. It’s been three days,” the necromancer greeted him, snickering.

“W-what have you done to me?” Jake asked, confused and still reeling from the splitting headache.

“You still haven’t realized, have you?” The necromancer asked, seeing the confused look on Jake’s face. “That you’re already dead?”

Jake gasped in shock and confusion. He shook his head back and forth. “It can’t be!” He screamed.

The necromancer let out a sharp cackle. “You are an instrument of the Lich King now, boy. You belong to the Scourge. Forever!”

The necromancer continued laughing. “Do not despair, Crusader, this is a gift, a gift that we bestowed upon you! Now, boy, you are to report to Baron Rivendare in Strathol-”

Before the necromancer could finish his monologue, Jake leapt upon him, crying out in anguish, and started tearing into the necromancer. He kept clawing at the necromancer’s face, screaming in rage and sorrow.

“I-Impossible…” The necromancer said as he died, blood gurgling in his mouth. Even after the necromancer died, Jake continued attacking, powering his strikes with all his rage and sorrow.

When Jake finally stopped, he looked down at the necromancer’s bloody corpse and his equally bloody hands and recoiled in disgust. He turned and fled, back into the wilderness. None of the Scourge tried to stop him.


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