Earth Day! /treedance

This isn’t a fully recycled post, but it is a snippet from one of my stories in the dreaded Drafts folder.

Looking back on it, she supposed she’d fallen rather easily to the grasping hands of the Scourge.

Cerys shook her head silently, marvelling that she’d survived as long as she had before finally being captured. Her mind during that time… she’d taken any mission, no matter how suicidal. Others refused to accompany her after the body count started racking up. Harsh whispers and silent accusations followed her path, to the point that she’d practically quit associating in Silvermoon at all. She’d not felt very welcome in the Horde cities at all, actually, save for the Undercity, where she had once felt the most ill at ease. She supposed her wariness about the Royal Apothecary had paid off, albeit too late to save herself. The only missions she’d refused to take…

She glanced around wearily, a loose strand of white hair fluttering in the chill Icecrown wind, a hand tightening involuntarily on the hilt of Heartless as she prepared to re-enter the Citadel.

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