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*Coming to once again was like surfacing above water after being held under for so long... The first things he felt were the harsh winds that circled the Icecrown Citadel and a never-ending numbness that seemed to radiate from his bones... He was confused, angered, and panicked, but he didn't know why... He glances down, taking note of the powdered snow he was just previously marching through before looking at armor he doesn't remember ever putting on... A soft blue glow caught his eye as he glances at his right hand, a giant sword that seemed to radiate a chill that rivals the air around him was within it, the edge seeming to pulse from the chilling magic within the blade.**He tries to speak, but the only noise to come out was a raspy exhale, not even a puff of misted vapor came from his pale lips... His hair whipped around him as the wind shifted, coming from behind him now. He turned back, his eyes slowly trailing up the massive structure that was the Icecrown Citadel, the feeling of death and utter dread seemed to seep from every piece of stone and ice that it was made of.**As he was about to take a step a dull ache thrummed within the back of his head and at the base of the right side of his neck. He didn't understand why... but it was like a thin line was tugging at him from the southwest, making him look in that direction. It was as if he could feel a soft hand caress the underside of his chin, enchanting him to march towards whatever the source was.**As he followed what he could only describe as instinct leading him to wherever he was supposed to be, small glimmers of memories... or what he assumed to be memories flickered through his mind... They were hazy, but each one gave him the feeling of being home... He stumbled slightly as his armored foot got caught on a hidden rock beneath the snow. He quickly righted himself up, but a particular sound brought his attention back to reality. He looked down again and above the armor this time was a small pendant, an unfamiliar symbol on it. He sheathed the sword across his back, reaching up to examine the trinket. As he looked at it closer, he saw a small latch on the side of it. Upon opening it, a withered and yellowed piece of folded parchment fell from it. His other hand moved without him realizing as he snatched the paper before the wind could carry it away.**He brought it close, carefully unfolding it, being as careful with the somewhat aged and damaged paper. As he undid the last fold his breath was caught within his throat as he peered down at a hand drawn sketch of a woman's portrait on the parchment. A sharp pain beneath his breast caught him off guard, but he just couldn't look away from the image... She was beautiful... and so achingly familiar... A small droplet of water hit the picture, making him panic as he looked up to see if it was raining, only to be greeted by dark snow filled cloud in the sky. His brows furrowed before he looked back down at the paper, a few more tiny drops of water hitting it. He held the image away with a single hand, unsure where the water was coming from exactly. Until small lines of his cheeks began to get noticeably colder. He moved his empty hand up, carefully swiping at his cheek before looking down, seeing the clawed armored tips of his fingers glisten slightly in the light. He didn't understand what was causing this but he didn't want to risk this picture that could be his clue to finding where he truly belonged, so he meticulously folded the paper back up, placing it back into the locket before tucking it beneath his armor once again...**A single name began to haunt his thoughts on the third day of what seemed like a never-ending trek... you... it came to him when he'd pull the paper out when the light was good enough to look at the woman... He struggled to say it when it was first whispered in his mind, but after a while, he could somewhat make his vocal chords strum. His voice coming out harsh, sounding like two rough stones rubbing against one another, but he continued to try as he journeyed. His own voice was unfamiliar to him, but with further practice it began to get easier.**He never felt the need to sleep or really eat that much. If a slight bought of hunger went through him, he would stop at a partially frozen stream, his keen eyes and skillful hands using his sword as a spear to catch a small fish for simple sustenance... He continued to follow that pull in the recess of his mind, letting it guide him past villages and other settlements, staying away from them as a precaution. He eventually stood before a sea, looking out into the distance as that pull grew stronger.* "you..." *It was the only thing he'd say, the only thing he wanted to say... it just felt... right... a faint warmth, nonexistent, but it's as if he could feel it within his chest when he'd say the name or found himself staring at the image... That woman within it... she must be important to him... someone that made him feel... something, besides the endless chill within... He... hoped... hope, that was something he was learning again as well... he hoped that this woman... could be the answer to whatever this tug was... wherever it was leading him...**He was forced to interact with individuals to be able to cross the sea, of course that feeling he had while passing other settlements was only justified with how harsh some of the inhabitants treated him. They didn't dare attack him, but he could feel the fear radiating off of them... and some deep part of him enjoyed that... He would eventually trade bits of his armor for safe passage across the sea, in the direction that called to him.**Some of the other sea farers on the voyage didn't mind him, they were cautious but didn't treat him as a monstrosity as the others did... They helped him with his speech and knowledge of what happened during his years as a servant of the Lich King...**As they neared the continent of Kalimdor, the sun rising behind them, he peered out across the waters, a faint shape beginning to take form through the faint fog that sat atop the waters. His head tilted slightly as he recognized the form of a large tree starting to appear... and in that moment... he felt something within him snap... that faint line began to feel like a rope around him, beckoning him closer as brief flashes of memories appeared before him... that woman, you... except they were there together... atop of that tree... looking out in this direction... a harsh pain began to sear within his head, making his legs buckle and his armor clink as he reached out, grasping onto the railing of the boat. He buried his face into his other palm, the pain intensified as even more memories began to play... moments of the both of them relaxing amongst soft grass, peering up past branches and leaves of large trees to catch the barest glimpses of stars... another moment as they were surrounded by faded faces but it seemed to be a ceremony, she looked so beautiful that it took his breath away even now to just remember such an event... another moment of him crafting what seemed to be a home for them near their village... He could hear her more clearly now, her melodic voice that he would do anything to hear again... the faintest memory of touches made his icy skin prickle beneath his armor... the clawed talons of his gauntlet dug into the wood as he grit his teeth. Fresh tears coursed down his cheeks as that familiar ache in his chest arose... right where his heart would be... The hand that covered his face moved down, covering the area of his chestplate where it should beat... but it didn't...but yet it still ached as if it was freshly torn asunder...**He couldn't move fast enough after they landed in Darkshore, quickly finding the next boat to Teldrassil... his home... THEIR home... He used some coin the others on the boat gave to him to pay for the short voyage across the waters to that breathtaking tree...*
*He was on a mission to get to you... the one who haunted him, eluded him in his dreams while he was a slave to Arthas, the one who's mere thought and image he carried, which barely did her justice to the one that he now envisioned, brought him across Northrend, across a sea... all just to see her...hear her... and hopefully hold once more...**His body moved on its own, marching with purpose as he strode past other Night Elves who looked at him such as the inhabitants of that one village did... a monster... an abomination... but he didn't care as he strode down paths he took millions of times. More memories coursed through him, some stronger than others but he persevered as he made his way to Aldrassil...**He walked along the stone path, as he saw structures in the distance. Deer and young sabers quickly cleared the way, hiding behind brush or trees. Even the Wisps seemed to stay away from him as he got closer. The Night Elves, some he began to recognize as once old friends, looked at him in horror or disgust, that faint hurt resonated in his chest once again but he tempered it down... but that gnawing dread of how she would react began to grow... What if she looked at him the same... or worse... He shook his head, he had hope... hope that whatever drew them both together... would be strong enough to overcome... this... he just had to hope...**He passed the large hall like structure, heading down the stone path just a bit further till he saw it... the house he carefully crafted for the both of them... the one that he made to be their own little haven... phantoms pains in his hand began to happen as he remembered how long and how hard he worked to make it perfect for them... He made his way up the spiral ramp, everything else around him fading away as he neared the door. With a slight shaky hand he slowly pushed the door open, taking the barest of steps inside before softly calling out.* "you...?"
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