The Terror Within

A World of Warcraft fan fiction portraying the beginnings of the Death Knight. It follows Veron at the point of his conscious return to life in the service of Arthas, the destroyer of life.


1. Prologue - Awake


The Terror Within




"All that I am: anger, cruelty, vengeance - I bestow upon you, my chosen knight. I have granted you immortality so that you may herald in a new, dark age for the Scourge. You will become my force of retribution. Where you tread, doom will follow. Go now and claim your destiny, death knight."

Arthas…The Lich King


                The dark beginning of the Death Knight. A hero who died trying to protect others from the scourge threat… and now rises as the greatest threat of them all.

                Robbed of not only your life but now of your death as well. Lifted from the eternal peace of death’s cold grip, ripped from the promise of salvation and thrust once more into the cruel reality of the world.

                Condemned now to the final and ultimate irony. You now hunt and kill those you died to save. Those who called you hero now call you monster. Those who ran to you for protection now run from you, often falling before your power. Your existence is a cursed mockery of all you were, all you stood for.

                For an eternity you are cursed now. You have no family, you have no friends. Life and death are meaningless to you and love is a memory.

Love and hate are like horns on the same ram now. Discernible now, lost in the swirl of emotions that you can remember but never feel again as you walk blindly through life.

                This is your legacy now. This is your path for all of eternity, to kill and destroy. Taught with the gifts of frost, blood, or blight you are now little more than a plague on those who were your kind. They were your kind before he came. Your master, your destroyer and your redeemer, the one who took your life and then granted you this new one to do his bidding… as he says, to become his force of retribution.

                Perhaps one day the sun will rise and your servitude will have ended. Perhaps you can find the strength to say no and walk away. If you did, where would you go? Who would accept you? Your family? Your friends? Perhaps… if they still lived.

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