I am so, so sorry for the amount of time it took to finish this. I was uninspired for the longest time.
So while it is rather short, I’m done. The people who requested it, please enjoy.

This was requested by some readers at the end of part 4 and I thought it was a great idea. So here it is, starting from where Kara finds Thell by Sindragosa’s Fall. (IMPORTANT NOTE: ONLY BLOOD, GORE AND VIOLENCE. NOTHING ELSE. LITERALLY NOTHING.)

If you’re looking for something to wank to, look elsewhere, don’t waste time skimming it, finding nothing and then downvoting it. Thank you.

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“Who did this?” She asked, already dreading the answer. “Tell me, who did this to you?”

“Thea Crowly. She’s .. she’s my sister.” 


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It made sense. Sort of. Thea had been watching them somehow, so she captured Kara and injured Thell as a warning?. Was she jealous? Or just insane? 
 Kara thought for a moment, feeling like she was trapped. 
“Why did you come to Icecrown?” She asked, trying to piece things together. 

“I found your letter. And in the next hour another letter came from Thea. She told me to begin travel to Icecrown, and that there’d be someone there I would like to see. I thought she’d kidnapped you or something, so I came to help.” His eyes closed as he spoke. He was obviously spent, energy-wise.

Thea did kidnap Kara, but the hunter didn’t feel the need to let Thell know that. Then a sudden noise caused both of them to look up in surprise. Avalon let out a low growl and bounded ahead in front of both of them. Kara soon recognized that they were footsteps.

She listened for ten seconds to try and determine the approximate weight and gait of the ‘thing’ getting closer to them. It was heavy, and they only got closer and louder. Kara drew her bow, anxious, trying to see what is was through the snow.
 When it approached, she swallowed.

Whatever “it” was, she felt a chill go up her spine and the air around her grew colder. She took a step back when she discovered that it was still humanoid. Perhaps it could understand her?

“Get closer and you’ll end up with an arrow in your skull,” she threatened. The voice that replied was undoubtedly male, and seemed to ring metallically in her ears. It was as smooth as a steel blade. 
 “Go on. Try. But before you do, just know that I simply want to talk.” 

Kara’s fingers flexed on her bow. The man kept coming closer. He wore frost enchanted armor, made of furs and plate and metal. There were bloody spikes on his pauldrons and his own hood had scarlet splatters on the side. Where he stepped, the ice turned the shade of sapphire blue that his sword was. 
“Kara! Just shoot him now,” Thell urged, but she ignored him. 

“You’re interested in conversation, then.” It obviously wasn’t a question. Kara tilted her head.

“If I don’t like it, I shoot. Hurry up and talk.” 

“I know who you are, Kara Hicks. I’ve heard of you all over the place. Especially since your expulsion from Valliance Keep. Or at least that’s what the scouts said, isn’t that right, Kara?” 

Avalon suddenly returned from the snow, huddling by Kara’s feet and looking uncharacteristically timid. “Who are you?” The hunter demanded. The man laughed and brushed back his hood, revealing a distorted but still recognizable face.

Hell, Kara had told herself that she would never forget that face, but it took her a full second to realize that it was him. God fucking damn. Of course it was him. He laughed, delighting in the look of shock and horror on her face. That cold, ringing laugh… 

“I knew you’d remember me, Kara. Even in death. It was always you.” His voice turned bitter.

“Jarred?” She whispered, the weapon in her hands sinking downward. The had-been paladin’s face flashed at hers. His eyes, narrowed in fury, glowed unnaturally blue. Kara was forced to accept that he had become one of the Lich King’s lapdogs. The undead death knights, reaped from slain corpses. So that was how he met his fate.

“I was killed in Icecrown, right here, Kara.