The battle for Lights Hope

The ranks were formed. Ten Thousand scourge fodder stood in perfect lines, row upon row of ghouls, skeletal mages, lichs, abominations, all manner of frightful bastions of undeath. From high above, the decaying forces were a sight to behold, even more so than when viewed from the ground. They will all burn for the Lich King. They will all die. The forces outside the Lights Hope Chapel numbered barely three hundred, Paladins of the Silver Hand as well as those of the Argent Dawn. They would swat away the unholy blight with ease…but not the Knights. Almost half the force again were Death Knights, rank upon rank, orcs, humans, draenai, troll, Knights of every race seemed to be present, even a few Goblins, and one or two Worgen. They were all dutiful servants of the Lich King, he who had granted them a second life, a chance to exact revenge upon the living. High above the battleground, Frostwyrms circled, some bearing more Knights, some not.

They will all DIE!!! Silva mused as she looked down upon the battleground. At the head of the army, Darion Mograine, wielding his legendary Ashbringer, tainted by his own undeath, let forth a cry so loud even she heard it, and, as one, the army charged. Swooping down, Silva let loose a volley of icy blasts at the gathered defenders, searing one of the soldiers in a column of bruning chill so strong that his very body shattered within its suit of armour. The roar of fighting and the clashing of swords filled the air, overwhelming her so much so that she failed to notice the huge arrow that was heading straight for her. She dove as best she could, missing the thing by inches, before spiralling down, smashing into the hills behind the chapel.

The battle shifted almost immediately, while the Paladins held such fewer numbers, they were on Holy ground, and were fighting a clear advantage, their holy magic cutting through the ghastly fiends with ease. Upon trying to get airborne again, Silva discovered that the arrow had penetrated a wing, and the appendage was next to unuseable. Glancing round, she saw no choice but to continue the battle upon the ground. A claw swipe inpaled one of the armoured defenders with ease, killing him instantly, as more and more of the scourge swelled around the chapel, slowly eating into the forces of the Light.
“Darion! Cease this impunity at once!” A booming voice bellowed from the chapel. All heads turned to see Tirion Fordring, Grand Master of the Dawn, stood in the doorway.
“Silence, Paladin! I will kill you!!” Darion cried, charging the man with his sword. A single blow was all Tirion needed to cast the Knight aside. Looking up into the eyes of the holy fighter, Darion sighed.
“Bring them before the Chapel!” The master cried out, and the Knights stood firm, ready to fight until they were defeated.
“Stand down, Death Knights…we have lost…” Darion called out, and, somewhat slowly, the Knights did so. Silva watched the proceedings with interest, as the two humans began conversing about the Knight Leaders father. She felt like she should be wanting to rip them apart, but the voice, deep within her head, the one telling her she hated all life, was gone. Her sense of self was returning to her, and she began to recall moments from her own life…and…of her death. He…he killed me…That….Beast… She mused, earth almost shaking beneath her as her mind was flooded with the recollection of her past.
“He set you up, Darion! He knew he could not win today, that is why he sent you, instead, to draw me out.” Tirion continued, but Silvas mind was elsewhere now. She had been freed from the grip of that terrible fiend, and was feeling something she had not felt in a long time. She wanted to go home. She barely noticed as the Lich King arrived and quite promptly got his rear handed to him by the righteous fury of the Paladins, and noticed even less the call to take back Acherus for the Knights of the Ebon blade. Slowly, she paced to the nearest of the Ebon commanders, a blood Elf known as Koltira.
“Forgive me, but I cannot assist in this battle. I must return home…warn my people that the Knights of Death are no longer working for the Lich King…” She rumbled to him. He regarded her with some confusion, before nodding slightly
“I do not know how it is you are even capable of rational thought, but…very well. You would be a burden in such a small hold, anyway.” He said back to her after a while, and huffed at him, sending a soft blast of chilled air around him.
“Capable of rational thought…Huh!” She grumbled to herself, turning away from the male and pacing away.