The cold, comfortable embrace of death. I once thought you my most trusted companion, my ally, my art. How could you betray me so and let Sinil be reborn as this abomination!?

Jeseth idly runs his right hand over the hilt of his dagger, staring down at Ulduar’s intricately detailed and ornate walls as his mind races. In his left, clutched so strongly not even the Iron Dwarves could break his grasp, is an intricately carved portion of a staff. At first glance it appears to be nothing more than another discarded, broken weapon. Upon further inspection it is obviously elvish in origin, and as he gingerly wraps it in an aged cloth and tucks it into the folds of his clothing there can be no doubt it is not merely a part of the trail. Slowly he stands back up, content no one, or no thing, would spot him on this tower.

Without a trace of emotion Jeseth whispers into the wind, “I am sorry my love, I do not know whether to accept this apparent reincarnation of you or shun it for the memories I hold so dear…”

Abruptly the wind engulfed Jeseth with a force that felt so tangible, so strong, that it was quite a feat just struggling to stay on the ledge. With the same fierceness and determination that has kept him alive for so long, Jeseth held tightly to the ruins as the wind screamed, doing its best to tear him away and throw him into the abyss below.

Foolish elf… You will die here today.

Growing stronger and more violent, the wind almost breaks Jeseth’s grip. Growing stronger, pieces of dust and ice start cutting into his exposed skin, embedding themselves just below the surface.

Lady Death, the thought of your touch is comforting, and our relationship has been such a beautiful dance over the years. I cannot help but laugh at the memories of how clumsily we began our journey, though the art which it has become is certainly unrivaled. I am sorry my dearest companion, but I cannot come with you quite yet, for our work together in Azeroth is not yet complete.

You think you can withstand my will, rogue?

The cackling of maniacal laughter can be heard over the roar of the wind. Battered and bloody, Jeseth continues to hold on. His fingers are slowly losing their strength however, and his grip begins to weaken.

Insignificant fool. See how easily I wear you down?

Sinil… Degenerate… whatever you wish to be called my love, it matters not to me. I can still see part of who you used to be in your eyes. My memories betray me, for though I am appalled by the thought of what you have suffered, I am thrilled to have see you again. Strange, is it not, that in my life love would turn out to be the strongest emotion?

I grow tired of this game, let us end this.

With a bestial roar that no one would believe emanated from the lungs of an elf, Jeseth finally responds, “Come! Do your worst Arthas! Pathetic, cowardly dog! I will show you where true strength comes from!”

Straining, Jeseth pulls himself into a crouch. Risking being ripped away by the wind, he glances back to the west, judging the distance to the small entrance he spotted earlier.

Strength. You boast of strength when curled up like an infant? I expected more from you, rogue. You showed some promise.

With a movement so graceful it would stun any who caught a glimpse, Jeseth launched from his perch. Even through the torrential winds, his movements seemed like those of an aerialist, flipping and twisting in a near perfect arc toward his desired destination. Reaching, stretching as far as he possibly can, Jeseth’s fingertips brush the ledge.

It would appear I was wrong my dearest friend.

Jeseth closes his eyes, losing himself in memories both old and new of his love, his darling Sinil, as he waits for death’s embrace.

Previous Posts In This Series:

1. Jeseth’s Introduction, Truth Eternal
2. Byaghro’s Introduction, Guardians of Cenarius
3. Degenerate’s Introduction, The Ebon Blade
4. Convergences (Part One)
5. Destruction (Part Two)
6. Discoveries (Part Three)

DISCLAIMER: The events I have been chronicling are not a part of lore, based on any actual story, or even bearing any resemblance to any events in game. I am writing these purely for my enjoyment, and enjoying the story that I am creating based upon the Warcraft Universe.