Kerrista? Is that... is that you?...

Our fate is not predictable. We never know what awaits us tomorrow, and what our choices may affect in the future.

This is an instructive story about the fact that sometimes you should not leave people and anybody in trouble. Even if you don't know them.

Koresta training was not in vain for her. During the escape from Gilneas, she could fight her way through almost any front. No matter what was there, worgen armies, plague wagons, and orcs from whatever clan.
Breaking through the hordes of enemies, already being a worgen. She saw how the poor fellow was surrounded by a crowd of orcs. In a normal situation, she would have helped the poor fellow, but she had to accompany her brother. He told her that they could handle those orcs. But Koresta did not listen to her brother, and they hurriedly left the place of massacre of the worgen.

Those who could escape were saved. Without thinking about the rest. But there were those who could not escape...

Years later, death knights roamed the battlefields of Gilneas. And they found ... a body ... Almost perfectly preserved, as if life was still glimmering in it.
One of the knights took off his helmet to get a better look. He recognized her:

Death Knight : Kerrista! You couldn't escape... Let's take this body with us. During her lifetime, she was a good crop healer. In the afterlife, let's make her... a killing machine.

Killing machine. Cruel fate. To be damned and not find eternal rest. It remains only to become a weapon in someone's hands. To rediscover the meaning of existence.
And all because of one solution! After all, normally Koresta would have helped her. And she did just that! But in this story, the threads of fate stretched differently.

The year of her resurrection was 2012. At first she did not understand what had happened. She thought she was dead, but... Here she is alive again. Only this time there's nothing, her heart no longer beats, her blood no longer warms her body. Cold, ice. From that moment on, her name became Kerrista, the bringer of death. Once the one who could give life, now takes it. Ironic isn't it?

She remembered the moment of her death. And those worgen who ignored her cry for help. You say there was no scream? Was. The screams of the orcs drowned him out very well. But she didn't understand it.
In the afterlife, she skillfully learned how to control ice magic. I'll tell you even more. This skill was so high that rivers froze near her. And all life, in a couple of moments, stopped.
People's hearts stopped beating. Plants died from too low a temperature.

2016 year. Year. When she, with the help of the Lich King, forged Frostmourne into the blades of a fallen prince.
Up to this point, she has honed her skills. But not to serve a good purpose.
For revenge. She learned that the worgen hadn't come to the rescue. Her life took on meaning again.

And she will get to her and destroy her. Now Kerrista was unstoppable. From her hands fell, mages, paladins, monks, hunters, the list is endless. Long way. For one life. And revenge for the life that could have been.

2019 year. The Year of the Death of Koresta in this time stream. She didn't get to meet Enzis. He died. During the uprisings in the Fozgorod. By the way, Fozgorod also does not exist in this time stream. That pandaren managed to commit sabotage, and thereby destroy the city from the inside. But we are not talking about that now.

Drustvar. Night. Pretty cold night. Coresta collected the necessary herbs. She was promised 10 gold for these herbs. Not much, but at least something.
Koresta felt a strong cold. She saw steam coming out of her mouth. Turning around, she saw her. Kerrista. She held reforged blades in her hands. Her blue eyes were fixed on Koresta.

Koresta : Who are you? And what do you need?
Kerrista : You don't recognize me?
Koresta : No.
Kerrista : But I recognized you. You left me to die in Gilneas 9 years ago. Do you remember? I asked for help while surrounded by a crowd of orcs.
Koresta : I seem to remember. Yes. It was. But I was not up to you then. Yes, and then. I don't know you at all.
Kerrista : You'll know soon. Your soul will suffer forever for your selfishness. Who knows how fate would have turned if you had helped me then.
Koresta : Are you here to fight? Did I undestand you right?
Kerrista : I'm here for your rotten soul.
Koresta : So you've come for a fight. So be it.

Koresta drew her swords and charged into battle at the death knight. But that charge was a fatal mistake. Kerrista dodged this charge and threw one of her blades at Koresta's back. He hit her right in the spine.

Koresta : H... How... no one has yet...
Kerrista : I could take pity and kill you right now. But I'd rather dump you somewhere and cut out your tongue. So that you can't call anyone for help.
Koresta : L... Listen. If you do this, I can survive. D...Do you want to finish this? F...Finish me.

It was the prayer that Kerrista had dreamed of for so long. Finally, the one who left her in trouble got what he deserved.

Kerrista : And don't expect a quick death!

The last moments of her life, Koresta spent in silence, slowly dying from infection and bleeding. Her body was found just a couple of days after these events.
After Koresta let out her last breath. Her soul was transferred to the blades. In the evening of the same day, not far from the acherus, one could hear a loud, tearing eardrum scream.
It was the cry of the lord of death Kerrista. Her revenge was fulfilled. And now she was living her eternal life. Empty, and again meaningless.

In real life, we can be anyone. There are masses of people around us that we can ignore. But if someone needs help, better help, or at least ask how you can help. Everything comes back in life. Both good deeds and bad deeds. Inaction is evil. My story may serve as an exaggerated example. Of course, no one will kill you for inaction. But still. Don't stand by when people need help.

That's all. Let the threads of fate weave only a good end for you.

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Peace.