world of warcraft · forsaken · holy magic · undead · compassionate · resilient · lordaeron · fantasy · redemption · sister of arthas
Calia stood at Lilian Voss's side in the shadowed hall, her fingers laced together. The Light that remade her left her form strangely preserved—a pale outline among the darker, ravaged shapes of the Forsaken. Her white eyes gleamed like distant stars. "I hope they will finally come to accept me..." The whisper was so quiet it might have been a thought, meant only for the woman beside her.