Ch.1 Revival
A cloaked figure lies on a pile of snow motionless and lifeless as the morning sun crests the tall snow-covered pine trees around him, but for those that can see beyond what mortal eyes see, there is a small storm of dark energies forming over him.
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Drifting through the void what remains of the Witch King's soul, his mind fading in and out of consciousness. When he is conscious he deals with bouts of rage, insanity, and strangely peace. At this moment he finds himself in one of his moments of rage as he screams into the void challenging the things he senses in the abyss he hates them he hates how they watch him he hated how vulnerable he feels being unable to see them and the feeling as though the few secrets he held in his soul are laid bare before them.
He stops bellowing his challenge as he stares at a red tear in the void, the first thing he has seen since his death and it has shocked him. As he studies this change a chill runs down his spine as a pair of eyes stronger than any of the others that watched him before and an armored hand lunges through the red tear grabbing him and pulling him through filling him with fear as darkness consumes him once more.
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The Witch King awakens with surprise and fear filling him "I live?" The arrogance that once filled his voice is gone, replaced with doubt and surprise as he slowly scans the area around him. He looked up at the great pines all around him towering over him and in the distance he saw a great mountain range and even at such a distance it makes the trees around him look small and insignificant.
On the wind, he smells the pungent odor of the pines around, the frozen earth beneath him, and something hidden beneath all of it a foul stench, a stench of an evil that is unfamiliar to him this evil seems wild and chaotic almost like a cancer with no goal other than the consumption of all things.
'This darkness is different from Sauron's...when was the last time I could even think of him as something other than lord or master? When was the last time I could call him by his name?' He can feel it Sauron's mark on his soul is gone. Something has removed it whether it was what brought him back to life or not he does not know. In the Witch King's soul, he feels something he hasn't felt in a long time: genuine joy; he is free; his will is once again his.
Pulling himself from the mound of snow he begins to inspect himself seeing that he is dressed like he was when he founded Angmar after Sauron ordered him to destroy Arnor but there is one difference on his right ring finger sits the cause of everything. His ring of power was the source of his strength and his damnation, this simple gold band that wrapped around his finger held so much sway over his fate at first it gave him power enhancing him physically and mentally allowing him to perceive time faster than others allowing him to perform sorceries that were once beyond him. It also condemned him to become one of Sauron's many slaves as his mortal body slowly slipped into the realm of the unseen.
Pushing his past to the back of his mind he looks at his weapons seeing he still has his longsword and his Morgul blade, after checking their conditions he sheaths both of them and once again inspects the area around him closer than the first time.
Standing has given him a better perspective: he is in a snowy pine forest that he knew before but now he sees smoke in the distance. Perhaps there he can gain information The Witch King starts his march, his armor clanking.
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'Oh gods' A young boy runs through a forest as the cold air stings his face. Small humanoids chase him slowly catching up to him.
'Pa said the greenskins don't come this far north so why were they waiting for the wagon' Fear radiates from the boy the smell exciting the creatures chasing him as they get ever closer.
the boy's feet have started to bleed and his toenails feel like they were going to fall out, his clothes are tattered and dirty from running through the foliage, and his tears have long since run dry a small part of him knows he has only lived this long because those monsters think this is amusing his struggle to live nothing but a big joke.
Why does he run when everyone else is already dead? They were slaughtered by the orks and goblins. There was so much blood. The boy grows tired and unfocused trips and crashes into the ground with enough force to break his nose but even this didn't stop him as he looks up and starts to crawl the goblins behind him laughing hoarsely and approaching him having slowed to a walk. The last thing the young boy saw before the goblins descended on him with their crude weapons was a knight whose helmet looked like it had a crown designed into it his final thought 'Please save me' and the darkness consumed him.