Last flight of the hawk

Everything happened so quickly that the stupefaction nailed briefly Mahala on site. Rather a time he was there, facing her with that unblinking expression, and her, pointing her sword at him with trembling hands. And then he suddenly rushed at her. In a split second, she knew she would not be able to lift her sword to defend herself. Not against him. Not even facing what he had become. So, she closed her eyes, waiting for the shock.

There was a shock. But not the one she expected. No suffering, no pain. So she thought, just for a moment, that Sinjal had killed her so fast she didn't feel anything. But the weight of a body, eerily real, against her breast, made ​​her reject this hypothesis. Opening her eyes, she realized that Sinjal collapsed against her. The smell of blood made ​​her wrinkle her nose, abashed.

And then she understood. She had not dropped her sword, which was now stuck deep into Sinjal's chest. The eyes of the Tauren widened. If he had wanted to kill her, he would not have missed his target. No, He deliberately impaled on her weapon. Mahala couldn't speak, she began to shake, then fell to her knees in the snow now colored with red, making Sinjal fall with her​​.

They stood for a moment like this, without moving. Then, Sinjal's dangling arms hold the Tauren. Mahala could not see the face of Sinjal but she felt the change. His irregular pantings calmed down and his body relaxed. He pressed her harder against him.

Sinjal _{Oh Mahala... I am so sorry.}
Mahala _{S-Sinjal ?}
Sinjal _{Yes. I'm myself back, 'da real me. Thank you... Now I can hear 'da spirits once again. The hawk will guide me 'da spirit world... *cough* And 'dats thanks to 'ya.}
Mahala : _{*gasped* Oh no..No! No no no! Y-you don't have to die! Not now I've found you back... I'll find a way, I'll fix you!}
Sinjal : _{Mahala... 'Ya already did so much... Without ya I would've never found myself back. Even if it's for a short moment it's more than I could dream...}
Mahala : _{We will be together again... Please.. I can still save you! T-things will go back to normal with time, I'll will help you!}
Sinjal : _{*smile and cough blood* ...Things will never go back to normal for me and ya know it. I can't live like 'dat any longer, it's more than I can bear.}
Mahala : _*Sobbing*
Sinjal : _{Shh... It's gonna be alright. *sigh* I should never have left 'ya. I never stop thinking to 'ya. But I'll make it right now *cough* 'My spirit will watch over you, I promise.}
Mahala : _{Nooo! I want you to live, to stay with me... I'm not losing you AGAIN!}
Sinjal _{... It's the last thing 'ya must do for me. Please... You've got to let me go...}

Sinjal's death _{(About 30 years after this drawing : [link]} ) Short after the earthmother rite and being blessed be the spirit fo the Hawk, Sinjal decided to go on his way, to find his origins. He said it was a trip he had to do alone. After her mother death, Mahala was losing someone she loved again. She was heartbroken. But he left, time passed, Mahala made her own way, her own trip, her own battles... Until she meet Sinjal again during the Northrend campaign, in Icecrow... But he was now a Death knight.
_{(For non-WoWplayer DeathKnight are fallen heros who are risen from the dead by a necrotic power to serve the scourge. They are supposed to senseless, bloodthirsty soldiers, only able to kill.)}

^{(Wow I never wrote a such long text in english, it must be terrible to read and full of mistakes, sorry guys!)}



OMG THAT IS SO DRAMATIC!
I SHOULD HAVE BE BORN IN ANCIENT GREECE, I WOULD HAVE WRITE TRAGEDIIIES!


However, Hm, I also played with photophiltre effects. (~Oooooh that is SO mature!)
Version with a gaussian blurr shit and fake background : [link]



Art and characters are Mine (c)
WoW is Blizzard's (c)