Death of Shoyel Autumnbloom
So this is what dying feels like , Shoyel thought as the arrow of the Undead archer pierced his chest. He spewed curses at the Horde as his body fell down. Shoyel laid on his back listening to his own rasping breath. The limbs were loosing sensation. The pool of his own blood was making his back feel wet. Maybe there's still hope. If the healers find me before... The moon above was gigantic, yet the whole of Darkshore seemed to be engulfed by darkness. Normally Night Elves embrace the dark, but when you're dying in front of a Forsaken militia, the darkness just seemed to snuff out all the hope from the world. Shoyel stared at the gigantic moon above. "This is it then? Will you at least be welcoming me on the other side?" he whispered to the silent Goddess. Then the world went dark. ... The pain of having your corpse being pulled back to life is even more intense than the pain of dying. It felt like dark tendrils were clawing at Shoyel's soul. "Come with me if