Swirling, roiling blackness. Sea's of emptyness and pitch as far as one could "see". Lights in this Void began appearing and disapearing two at a time. Red, yellow, green flaming lights, coming closer and closer, then blinking away into the nether. Warmth began to flush around my shattered mind. Thoughts could not form, broken apart by the corruption of the demonic forces.
Laughter. Horrible, horrible laughter echoed from beyond, streaming from everywhere.
"Ah, you've finally come to us Lord Xaos." Boomed the voice of the entity that had been laughing moments earlier. " I never thought your pathetic mind could handle the powers you so sought for your own."
Once again I tried to form a response but my every thought splintered as so much wood beneath an axe.
" Your unwitting servitude to me has been quite....beneficial to our schemes. Your kind shall once again know my power, my taint, my CONTROL!"
With this it seemed the very fabric of the Void rumbled and shook. I knew not of what this entity spoke of. The fragments of my mind had been stripped away, absorbed into the twisting nether.
"Your.."services" will no longer be required for the time being. Soon enough your powers will be called upon. Then, the world of Azeroth will tremble before my great shadow, and your people will usher in a New Age for the armies of the Void."
With the last spark of power at my disposal I attempted to break myself from this world and the grip of this Great Threat. Searing pain ran rampant through my savaged essence as I felt the pull of shadow weakening. Immeasurable amounts of energy coursed through me, tearing at my very soul, trying to undo me. Fading in and out of existence before a flash of white and a thunderous clap.
My eyes opened, blurred and bloodshot. A gaping wound in my my side was the first thing to draw me back into the reality of Azeroth. A charred, severed hand still clung to the axe that had split my torso. Grabbing my side I slowly sat up, pain coursing through every vessel in my body.
Bloody snow and frozen bodies filled my view to the horizon on all fronts. Orcs, humans, gnomes, undead, broken siege weapons and fallen hippogryphs. The bitter cold chilled me to the bone as snowflakes began to fall over the battlefield. Soon this would be nothing more than a frozen tomb for the brave warriors who fought and gave their lives here. I would not die here with them. Over the next hour I managed to bandage my wound and set off towards the coast of this frozen land.
My mind was still in tatters from my stay in the Void. I came upon a frightening conclusion... I could not remember anything from right before the stealthy undead warrior cleaved my side with his axe. I fell, blasting his body to ash before the darkness had enveloped me. But my life from before was now gone from me. The escape from the twisting nether had ravaged my mind to such an extent that everything I was, was now nothing more than a story to be told.
After many hours of walking I came upon a small fishing village of humans who seemed to be untouched by the battle that had raged no more than half a days walk away. A few of the larger men in the village rushed to meet me. As they neared me, my strength gave way. Cold, wet snow met my bloody face and the darkness began to surround me yet again. Hands around my arms and legs lifted me up. Men shouting for help and a priest. The light faded from my eyes. This time was different however. The Void did not enter my thoughts and tear at my mind. Instead I dreamed. Dreamed of endless rolling golden plains. Fortresses of stone, bone and fire. Dreamed of a place I would like to finally call home......
Well, I know it's not exactly what we're looking for, but I had fun. I might write more...if the Void gives me back my memories
-Xaos
