The ice crown. The citidale at the peak of northerland, and at it
resides the frozen throne and the master of the damned. The lich king.
And at his feet, a legion of undead and unwilling army, from the
lower class of scourge, who where the regular paitrons in the
plaugelands, the former human captial from what I heard, to the death
knights, the highest class of warrior at his will. Their power was
only slightly below that of the king himself. They cannot be faulted
though. A fair few had realised they where just his pawns after he
sent them on a suicide mission against the greatest human paladin in
the Argent crusade army. But they joined the argent crusade to take
the lich king down. One of them was my friend, though I say friends
losely as we had gone beyond lovers. Uniqui was behind me on the
battlefield as I walked forwards. I did not fear her dead. All fear of
her death had vanishd when I saw her blood splattered across her body
and a seeing a sword standing in her neck, her eyes, blue and cold,
would have not seen me pass. I was.....am sure that all I had known
was at peace. The hall of the frozen throne was strewn with the dead,
some from the damned, some where my comrades and I was pretty sure
that those I was closest to, my brothers in arms if you will, where
amongst the dead. I wished, no, prayed that they would live but I knew
if that if they had been struck down by frostmorn, the lich's blade of
death, that hope for there ressurection was pointless.

I kept walking forward, my eyes focused dead ahead. I could see the
bodies everywhere, it felt as though the entire Stormwind army had
faught and was struck down here. Though I could see scattering of
different races, elf of the night, the residents of Ironforge where
semingly stacked in small piles, if you could forgive the pun. But
what struck me was how many of my race had died here. The drenai. We
had escaped the demon illidan, most of us bearly alive, to just be
slaughtered to this evil? It hurt, it hurt just as much as when I saw
Uniqui dead on the ground. I couldn't help myself but my mind wandered
as I walked toward my distance in he distance. I thought of this
especially when I saw the body of Hidden Truth on the floor. His body
was shreaded into bits and yet I couldn't face the fact that his wife
was with child and so far away I thought of the families that where
ripped apart here, where old bloodlines such as the truth family, to
the oldest blood line of the Zidanians. But I could not spate the dead
another thought sadly. My target was not but a few feet from me.

It was Arthus. The lich king.

He was badly wounded. He hadn't counted on this many facing him and
everyone had clambered to take him down, though they had all failed.
His health was low, but he must of had about 20% of his life sill to
his name. His mana was totally drained and his chance of healing was
zero. He hadn't spotted me, he was trying to patch up himself, so I
crept nearer to him. Silently I thought through my spells. My gift of
the naru was still charging down, such a powerfully spell could only
be handeled every 30 minuets as the naru felt that relying on them
would make themselfs sub-servient. My lay on hands was inafective as
it as well had a 30 minuet-apiece codwpn of sorts, this time due to
the sheer amount of holy power needed to use it drained the spell
itself, meaning I couldn't use it for another 7 minuets. I used it
last on Uniqui, my last of act to her before the war ripped us apart.
My mana was low but as I thought, I still had one spell to use. My
hammer of justice. Thankfully it could be used only if my target had
less the 20% health and Arthus looked at about 17. It reqiired bearly
any mana and he hadn't noticed my apperene. I crept closer, keeping
myself out of his line of sift and as cquitely as possible. But like
the plans made today, it failed. A crunch on the arm of a fallen death
knight alerted him and frostmorn was in his hand.

I reacted as fast as my bloodied body could handle. I dropped the
hammer of judgement from the sky to chip his health off. He still had
7% of health and I was on 12%. All I cod do was help my sheild would
hold against his slashes and hope to counter when possible. His slash
slamed into my sheild and it hit me, metaphorically. This is my last
stand. And I would take him down with me. I parried and slashed. Abit
with no spell casters, melée damagers or an off-tank, it was like
picking at a twenty foot mutent. But I kept trying. The death stank up
the air and I felt tears, hot with rage and sadness for all those who
had been slain here, there deaths would not be in vain. The lich king
would perish.

I felt a ding in my mind. The cooldown on the hammer of justice was
over and I used it without a second passing. It smashed Arthus hard
and he stumbled backwards. I took my chance. Lunging forward I stabbed
him, his health depleated. He looked into my eyes.

"Figures. A freak brought down by a freak of the naru"

And he fell, his cold blue eyes saw no more. His healm fell fro
his head and crashed to the floor, frostmorn joining it. The lich
king has died.

And on this floor, so did I.