~I am Forsaken~
Screaming. That's all I remember. The sounds of my family dying as the hated Scourge overcame my father and elder brother before coming for us. And then...nothing. Everything went black, and I was at peace. But - what was that smell? I, i'm ...cold..so cold... my eyes fly open and I find myself surrounded. By corpses. I am in a crypt. My mind can't comprehend what's happening to me, and shuts down all rational thought. All that I know is the primal need to escape, to survive at any cost. Using all my strength, my nails, my teeth I claw my way to freedom - there. In the distance. A dim light filters down from somewhere high above me. Finally I pull myself free from the grasping hands of my fleshy prison and run, crawling when I fall, with the force of abject terror propelling me onwards. I collapse into the grey, misty air outside, gasping for breathe. I realize i've fallen at someone's feet. Someone...what? I follow the line of their body up to their face and see nothing but the face of death. A rotten zombie, it must be another of the Scourge's undead soldiers! Too frightened to speak and too weak to move, I resign myself that this truly is the end. Untill Death speaks.
"Greetings, young warlock. I see ye too managed to break free from the Lich King's grasp, and regain your free will. You poor soul."
Not comprehending the gravity of his words, for the first time I look down at my beaten body. My skin has the ghostly pallor of the grave, my, my bones, dear god my flesh! In the man's plated armor I see the reflection of a girl whose eyes burn with a golden, unearthly light. Though I don't recognize her, after a few sickening seconds I realize the truth. That she is me. I cry out in pain and scratch at my face, sobbing hysterical tears that will never fall again. You see...i've become what I despised. Just like the filthy zombie slaves who slaughtered my family and took my life as well. I am undead. And yet unlike them I retain my memories and my free will. My soul is damned. I am forsaken.