Frostfiction #3: Mr. Harris

The boar almost struck, but Mr. Harris came to the rescue, as usual.

“Thank you, Mr. Harris.”  The pale woman said.

The animated corpse bowed as he wiped off the beast’s entrails from his hands.  “It was nothing, Lady Danila.”

“Please, Danila will do.  I’m a death knight now, nothing more.”

The fleshstealer nodded.  “So, off to Arthas then?”

Danila stared across the blasted landscape of Hellfire.  If the two could make it through Outland, then they would have  a chance at surviving the harshness of Northrend.  “Not yet.”

Mr. Harris growled to himself.  There was work to be done.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s