I am Archiel Frost. I am a young Night elf mage who studies all around the world. I received a letter form an Arch mage at Dalaran who asked me for some assistance to work on a portal to send everyone to a save place during a scourge attack. but things turned out wrong and got me nearly killed and in a room filled with darkness at least that what i thought.

WARNING: The first chapter contains gore that some people find unpleasant.

A/N: I am looking for a few proof readers for my stories, you can sent me a PM if you are interested.

(This is a story based on a story line Me and the guild had in World of Warcraft. The Rp just started a few days ago so it isn't complete. And I can't say when I will upload the other chapters.)