User:Peregrine2976/Fanfiction/The Inner Kingdom/Prologue

Preview As Ajar’Zarak journeyed farther into his ancient home, he saw many familiar sights. Sights that wrenched at his soul, for they were desecrated now, dirtied by the infestation that had destroyed his empire.

He and his elites had seen no signs of Faceless Ones, and that had disturbed him. However, at the entrance to the ancient kingdom, his elites had found several dead dwarves. The wounds on their bodies were fresh, and the blood on the ground had still been wet. So he was alert for any danger signs as he moved through the twisting tunnels and passageways of Azjol’Nerub.

“Overseer! Over here!”

Moving quickly, Ajar’Zarak went to the elite’s side. What he saw made him curse. There were several Faceless One bodies, and a few bodies that he easily recognized, as he had been fighting them for years now.

“Scourge,” he spat.

Suddenly, from not far ahead, he heard a voice, a voice that he had pushed to the side, but never really forgotten, over the years… a voice that made him seethe with rage, that was quickly replaced by almost blind terror as the message in it coursed through his brain.

“A Forgotten One!” shouted Anub’Arak. “Fight as you’ve never fought before, Death Knight!”

Moving as quietly as he could, he crept closer. He saw Anub’Arak, the traitorous undead king of Azjol’Nerub, combating what looked like numerous tentacles. And fighting by his side was a white-haired figure on an undead horse, a figure that carried a runed longsword…

And as the figure turned so Ajar’Zarak could see its face, his mind quailed. Memories of nightmares on a plateau near the Storm Peaks rushed back to him. He had seen this human once before.