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We are... Forsakens

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The light left us and so we did in return
outcasts for our beliefs
the exception to their rules

Hunted by their spite
we embraced again the Shadow
our forgotten mother of virtues

Our appearance changed
but not our inner soul
wishing to be free

The universe will manifest our power
Transcend by our Queen
our love.

The fulfillment will come
our Dark Lady
whatever it costs

The sound of our minds
shall destroy those who stand our way
a will to be free

Remember what we were
What we are

Patience…discipline…
For the Forsakens :blackrose:

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During the great war the reinforcements were running low and the gates of a new challenge were almost ready to open.
People gathered up. Good and bad. Trying to beat the challenge. To be the first to open the gates, to face the fear, to face the great old God.
Like in love, in war every single thing is allowed.

Once upon a time, humans were running in their beautifully alive horses, dwarves and night elves were trying to gather as much as they could, gnomes stood still, guardians of the alive.
Orcs and trolls along with taurens were draining earth, wind and fire to create these great reinforcements, to complete the puzzle.
Only one race, one race of all these was alone in this fight. A whole continent theirs.
The plague, the destroyed palace.
Forsaken. Those who once were the bad guys. Their queen. Banshee and drown in blood freed them. Brought them to life. Gave them home. A city. A whole new hope.
No hope for the dead. Hope for the alive.
A combination of both they were, traitors of their creator. The bad blood. The sick blood. The black blood.

So.. in that great war, in which almost everyone did what he could Forsaken were the cursed.
They tried hard.
They inhabited so many abandoned areas, they withdrew the earth, the sky, the plants. Everything they could. They create a new plague.
The plague of hope. Of love. A new meaning in this forgotten word.
The virtue of staying alive. Alive and kicking!

There are different stories. Written from different people.
Although everyone ends his story with this ending:
..and the Forsaken saved Azeroth and Draenor until Lich King made his prison his freedom.

Embrace your shadow.
At the end, it'll be the only alive thing following you around.

:heart:

Ps: YES, I'm this geek. :3