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Title: Kel'Thuzad's Dream. ¤
Fandom: Warcraft. ¤
Word: Based on the concept: "Competition."
¤ Specifications: L to extension will have only one limit: up to 1000 words. Any number less than or equal to 1000 counts. Once again, we rely on a pattern: The account must elapse for the most part within a dream.
¤ Abstract: None. ¤
Warnings: None . ¤
Number of Words: 460.
----------------------------------------- ------------------large iceberg that contained a strange shadow shook with rage. I could not hear nothing but what was seen did not understand.
strangest thing was not what I was doing there, but its appearance. I had the robe that set him apart as a Archmage and gave the range its part in the Kirin'Thor, the Council of Wizards of Lordaeron, but wore a simple robe and a wooden stick instead of cane shield his family he always carried.
What he saw then was so creepy and ridiculous. I was in a completely different site, cornered. The heir to the throne of Lordaeron snatched the life of a single blow. Obsessedevamente the image vanished.
Then came a cold voice addressed the magician by name. The offering of the mysterious voice was more than tempting for an individual and Kel'Thuzad, who was thirsty for Necromantic Arts, know that they were prohibited by the laws of Dalaran. Not to mention the immortality that would be given in addition. Certainly, too good. Kel'Thuzad
awoke in his room, and on his desk lay a diamond ice, a gift, something that the magician had never seen more than just heard.
The offer was made, there was only hope that those that had been eleventh
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