User:Selenium/Melivice

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"Only the Dead know the end of war."

...you wish to know my past? What I was before I became undead?

...very well.

I grew up in Stormwind. My father and mother owned a small, but prosperous, leatherworking shop. I also had a brother, two years older; we had the typical brotherly relationship. We were raised with a good intentions and morals and discipline.

I showed promise, at a young age, of making a good mage. I managed to balance my lessons with my other schol and helping my father at the shop. I also met the only girl in my life I would love..Giselle. She, too, studied to be a mage; granted, I was a few years ahead.

To make short of the story. I was subjected to an unfair act by another student to ensure I would not pass. He framed me as the one who would try to break in to the headmasters office and steal copies of the examinations. I was casted out of the school. Upon my return home. I seached for comfort from my parents. They only looked at me with disappointment and would hear nothing of my defense. My only thought was to see Giselle, she would listen and believe me. Upon my visit to her home, I found her in her familys back garden...with my brother. they were seeing each other the past few weeks and my brothers only reply to my questioning why was he wanted her and she did not object. My spirit finally broken, I was consumed with a powerful and soothing emotion...hatred. In my rage and newfound hatered, I killed my brother with a fire spell and instiled Giselle with a lifelong fear-effect spell.

I ran back to my home, gathered all my spellbooks other items in a pack and decided that my "home" was no longer fit for me. I left Stormwind with a vow that I will return to have my revenge on every person there...every one. The next few years I traveled the continient and learned more and more of the dark arts. I, eventually, landed in Ambermill. I studied with the Dalaran mages and gain even more knowledge and power. I was attempting to perform a most difficult spell one evening. It backfired and killed me. Sorry, no dramatic or eventful death on my part. Yet with my raising as part of the Forsaken, I acquired more power than I thought possible. I now hold refuge with the Undead Legion. I keep to my own. I continue to learn my craft. I am learning to master the power of a Forsaken. Stormwind, once my home, your forsaken son will return...and I will bestow my hatered on all of you.