Reborn to a New Strength

In the silence of the night, echoing whispers consumed the mind of Summoner Demisette Cloyce... she awoke to the site of an ember in ash as if it were the last source of a withered flame... she lie awake visioning the recent events that have her mind bound to resentment. Her dreams had set her back in time, repeating each moment she wished she could forget.
The sun rose and the morning sky cleared the winds of a new day. The streets of Stormwind were full with the joy of citizens but Demisette walked with shame. The hours dragged her through the day to bring her back to the only place she can lay to rest her mind. She sets her eyes to the candle flicker, a peaceful gaze interrupted by the resonance of her conscience.

"I knew she wasnt ready... I knew..." she thought to herself
as her eyes moved across the room, she noticed the ember from the night before. Time passed her by as she became lost in the sight of such luminance.
"wait a minute!" she thought to herself "thats not..." she began to observe that the ember was not burning... it was glowing with magic. She quickly sat up, rubbed her eyes to clear her vision and moved in closer to see what this was.
Clearing the ash she came to realize a truth that set her free from guilt and regret. She can now redeem herself and regain what was lost.

Repeating the past was not an option, Demisette decided it was time for change, to let one of her own become something greater than she could ever train them to be... to become greater than death itself...
She picked up the shard and dusted it off. Flashing back to the moment she avenged her apprentice, she remembered Sandahl (a fellow warlock trainer) had shown her in the ritual of soul insertion. She took the shard and left for the Circle of Summoning within the depths of the Slaughtered Lamb... there she had the body of a Fallen Knight of Stormwind (a human warrior) and the shard. She opened her spellbook and began the ritual. The candles dimmed as the warlock consumed the surrounding energy to bring forth a renewed soul. As she neared the end of the text she was filled with panic... the text had been smudged making it impossible to complete the ritual...

"if this bond cannot be sealed, she will become a lost soul within the mind of this Fallen Knight... " she said as she focused her energy... she was the only hope for the Fallen Knight at this point.
As she continued to channel her magic she began to fall in and out of focus. Her mind was fatigued from the harnessing of energy, she poured every inch of herself into restoring this being, but within minutes she was rendered unconscious. She fell to the ground and began to dream, but when she entered that world she realized it wasnt a dream... the realm she had entered was between that of mortality and of spirits and souls, and there she would found her, the Knight she was trying to save.

The Fallen Knight wandered as Demisette hurried to catch up to her. Demisette saw her in a distance but could not call out for she would not be heard, winds of this world consumed voices in their grip. As she wandered she heard a whispering voice call to her... the voice of Ner'Zhul... the Lich King...
"Lucy..." the voice called to her
filled with anxiety she replied "yes? who are you?"
"I am the one to fulfill your desires... to break you free from the prison of mortality... do you remember the broken promises made by your master? Do you remember the failures that led you hear?" the voice said
"I... remember..." Lucy thought to defend the integrity of her masters intentions but her mind was consumed by the promise of Ner'Zhul.
"Serve me and I will make you my Prime Champion... You will be greater than life and death... You will rule with power greater than you can imagine..." said Ner'Zhul
Lucy gave herself to the voice of Ner'Zhul and became Prime... a Death Knight slaved to the Frozen Throne. Demisette cried from a distance as she watched all hope vanish before her eyes until she would awake to find that the Fallen Knight had left her side to serve at the throne of the Lich King.

As time went on, Ner'Zhul  fused with the body, mind and soul of Arthas, King of Lorderon and wielder of  the runeblade Frostmourne. The Lich King had been reborn.  Prime trained in the halls of Acherus the Ebon Hold to destroy the Scarlet Crusade and the Argent Dawn (or so she thought). Arthas had an ulterior motive and used his loyal Death Knights for the purpose to lure Highlord Tirion Fordring...

After many battles and many quests for the Lich King, The Battle for Light's Hope Chapel sparked the beginning of a new journey for the Death Knights. Prime chose the path of returning to Stormwind to serve the Alliance and left immediately to offer her loyalty to Stormwind and the Light.

After traveling a few hours, Prime finds herself wondering in the ruins of Gilneas, a city infected by the Worgen curse. As she wandered deeper within the city walls, she noticed her hands were transformed - she had been infected with the curse. She quickly realized that she was not in Stormwind and fled the gates to Hillsbrad Foothills. There she would find a cure to maintain her sanity, but Prime was forever changed, to serve the alliance as a Worgen. Her journey to Stormwind had been delayed to ensure her sanity could be maintained. She paid her way to Stormwind through the flight master and upon arrival she met a familiar face...

"Lucy?" Prime asked
"Yes." replied Lucy
Overjoyed Prime shouted "You're alive!..."

After much confusion and detailed storytelling they both realize they have found each other and themselves to serve as part of a family, a team of different races with different abilities from the far ends of Azeroth to the heart of Outlands. Freed from many wills of many evils, Prime releases her past to forgive those behind her. She would rise with strength with the might of the Alliance to become Prime the Resilient.
What they have yet to discover is the bond between them that makes them unbreakable.