[Story] Tyrannika

She stood to his left side, watching the destruction below her fan out and take the rest of land in it's terrible wake. A smirk spread across her cold face, she could see them, screaming, holding their arms out to her, and she laughed. She turned to her master, he was looking at her with an even colder smile, he picked up his sword, that damned sword and casually swung it at her head...

"Death Knight!"

Tyrannika broke from her reverie at the sound of the harsh voice, she had not noticed that the gryphon she had been flying had landed. The gryphon master had folded his arms and was tapping his foot in an irritated way, Tyrannika avoided his gaze, she could see him judging her, hating her, he didn't know anything about her but he despised her. Why wouldn't he, she had once been a pawn pf the most evil being Azeroth had ever seen, until he had betrayed her, betrayed all his death knights. She was sure some had stayed around despite that fact, but she had had to leave. He was everything to her, a master, a guide, something to aspire to. He had been perfect, but then it all turned nasty, too nasty even for her, and she had had to leave his side. She had been prepared for the responses of the citizens of the alliance, she had expected the hatred and distrust, she had not expected that they might try to kill her occasionally. She had thought that the word of the King might have been enough but apparently not.

She jumped down from the gryphon and paid the flight master, the second her gold touched his palm he dropped it on a near by table and proceeded to wash his hands in a barrel of water, as though he might catch "death knight" from her. She wanted to shout at him, scream at him to trust her but what difference would it make? Everyone hated her, even her own kin, could she even call them that any more? She didn't know, she wanted so much to go home but she knew they hated her more than anyone else did, and that, that hurt more than any pain the Lich King could ever have put her through.

Upon walking into the little town, it ocured to Tyrannika that she didn't know where to go, she didn't know anyone in the world now, and everytime she tried to ask someone they turned away from her. She tried to ask someone who looked important, a guard, in the hopes that he would at least be professional, he looked her in the eye and then spat at her. It was all too much, she just wanted to crawl in a corner somewhere and die, leave it all behind and stop the pain. But she couldn't even do that, he had ruined her life in more ways than just ending it. She had no control over anything any more. Whatever skills she held before he took her, she could never get back, she was forever stuck with relying on scourged monsters and the risen dead and horrific diseases as her weapons. It was a terrible burden, she could end people's lives in the cruellest ways, she could have killed the guard where he stood, but she just didn't have it in her anymore. What would be the point? People couldn't hate her any more than they already did.

Could they?

whhhaaa thats really sad. i feel sorry for her