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"Too late.
The fire was still blazing in a few corners. Smoke was standing over what was formerly the place of the Argent Tournament - that very outpost on the outskirts of the Lich King, in which the heroes were chosen and steeled, finally dare to march to the top of Icecrown to overthrow the false king from the throne.
Burned. Destroyed. The last faithful of the defeated Lich King had this court of triumph, which was left as a last reminder of the long drawn fighters, smashed, laid in ruins.

Xelestra rammed her ax into the ground, put her helmet on the handle and walked with heavy steps on the charred planks that tent that had been the priest nor time not too long before the retreat, now covered by fresh snow. All those looking for redemption, whose hearts had become hard, talked about the light, reminiscent of the enduring power of the brightest rays of light which would sweep away every last pain and the greatest grief.

But no more. The room was destroyed, the altar was in ruins. On the ground, soot and snow covered the charred book of faith. She had been here many times in the past weeks and months, held this book in her hands, reading it. Soon she began to add own pages, wrote about her past, her sins, her wishes for the future.

Slowly she sank to one knee, picked up the book gently with one hand. But as she stood up and thus lifted the book, the pages disintegrated into fine dust, mingled with the snow and soot at her hooves. For several minutes she stood motionless on the spot, eyes fixed on the book in her hand.

"The fight will never end. " she said slowly, not taking her eyes off the book. " There is no salvation. Not for me. Only one task."

With that, she finally took a step to the broken altar, put the ruined book onto it and turned around. With one hand she grabbed her helmet and put it on, grabbed her ax with the other and pulled it up.
No redemption. Only one task. The one, the only task that would consume the rest of her unholy existence:
She would stand against evil and fight. She would fight until that day when she would finally and definitively be killed herself. Because that was her fate, her task.
Her burden."

Xelestra(c) .
Done with Paint Tool Sai & Photoshop CS5.

Description
Commission for .

The following text was written by him.

"Too late.
The fire was still blazing in a few corners. Smoke was standing over what was formerly the place of the Argent Tournament - that very outpost on the outskirts of the Lich King, in which the heroes were chosen and steeled, finally dare to march to the top of Icecrown to overthrow the false king from the throne.
Burned. Destroyed. The last faithful of the defeated Lich King had this court of triumph, which was left as a last reminder of the long drawn fighters, smashed, laid in ruins.

Xelestra rammed her ax into the ground, put her helmet on the handle and walked with heavy steps on the charred planks that tent that had been the priest nor time not too long before the retreat, now covered by fresh snow. All those looking for redemption, whose hearts had become hard, talked about the light, reminiscent of the enduring power of the brightest rays of light which would sweep away every last pain and the greatest grief.

But no more. The room was destroyed, the altar was in ruins. On the ground, soot and snow covered the charred book of faith. She had been here many times in the past weeks and months, held this book in her hands, reading it. Soon she began to add own pages, wrote about her past, her sins, her wishes for the future.

Slowly she sank to one knee, picked up the book gently with one hand. But as she stood up and thus lifted the book, the pages disintegrated into fine dust, mingled with the snow and soot at her hooves. For several minutes she stood motionless on the spot, eyes fixed on the book in her hand.

"The fight will never end. " she said slowly, not taking her eyes off the book. " There is no salvation. Not for me. Only one task."

With that, she finally took a step to the broken altar, put the ruined book onto it and turned around. With one hand she grabbed her helmet and put it on, grabbed her ax with the other and pulled it up.
No redemption. Only one task. The one, the only task that would consume the rest of her unholy existence:
She would stand against evil and fight. She would fight until that day when she would finally and definitively be killed herself. Because that was her fate, her task.
Her burden."

Xelestra(c) .
Done with Paint Tool Sai & Photoshop CS5.