Everyone know the story of the Blood elves, how they suffer, but no one thinks about how the last member of the Sunstriders, Prince Kael'Thas feel. How he survive the betrayals, the loss of his families, and his own people. How the elves will rise again with his hands, and how the Sunwell will be revived… but everything has got the prize, even after if it is a gift from a man who know the real suffer. How he could ever manage to give up his life, get a new chance to prove he is someone who not easily forgive the past acts against him. How a prince could became a monster? We will see…

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1. Chapter: Doom of the Quel'Dorei

The Sunwell… all of our energy and all of the beauties of our world have been destroyed. Everything we've fought for is lost. Only just few of us survived the diseases and death. The Scourge, corrupted the light, it's green like a venom. My people are lost…

I am the only one, who can lead our people. My family, my father died in the long and horrible battle. His sword, the Felo'Melorn had been crashed in pieces…needed to be reforged, but without any energy I couldn't.

I am looking those old maps, what my father made with a mapmaker but now it's worthless. I try to solve how we can escape from Arthas, and his Scourge. Damn it! That low-life bastard princeling! He took everything from me… he took Jaina, and now my people. How can someone like him injure me? My heart's filled with anger, and hatred, but the unspoken sorrow of mine, it's tearing me apart. If I were not the Prince or the last son of the Sunstrider dynasty I would cry. My tears burn my eyes, but I cannot let them out. I am not a little child, I need my people and they don't want a weak king.

" Your Highness." Says a familiar voice.

It's Lor'themar Theron. His polite words always bright my heart but now this voice has been filled with agony and sorrow.

" Yes, my commander?" I ask him. I don't turn my head where he was.

" My apologies to disturb your Majesty but I need to say horrible news. Quel'Thalas has fallen. Not so many of us live mostly injured but we try everything to survive."

"Any other news?" I sigh.

"We can defeat the last line of the undead army but we require your aid Prince Kael'Thas."

"Without any energy I can't summon Al'ar, neither use my power."

"We save some mana crystals during the crisis, maybe your highness can use them"

"How many?" I ask hasty and turn to him.

I see his right eye has been bind up with some silk. His armor in some place are missing, or badly damaged. I shocked. He is the bravest and strongest fighter in our kingdom. He saw my surprise.

"My apologies to see me such a bad condition. About the mana crystals, its just nine or ten."

"You don't need to apologies, my old friend. All of us are doomed." I pat his shoulder. "Maybe with those I could use some magic… but that's not the first thing I wish to do with them. I want to reforge Felo'Melorn."

"If you wish, Prince Kael'Thas, but there is no anvil in our refugee camp."

"True, but I not say I will reforge here. We will attack the Scourge, and maybe there are some placees in Quel'Thalas, what the corruption couldn't reach."

"But Majesty…" He gasp with surprise.

"Quel'Thalas has got the greatest smith in our society, and that's the best place, where I can reforged it."

"My apologies to ask that, but how we reclaim that forge? There's a lot of undead creature, and without your magic Majesty…"

"It will be risky, but I can use my magic, without the Sunwell. I have got a little gift from my father."

I have never thought I will need that necklace. It has got the power of Sunwell inside, filled with the holy light. I show my commander, who is just standing and watching the tiny jewel. His eyes are shining with hope as like mine.

"I got from him, when I was a young boy. He said that even after the Sunwell being destroyed, I could use my energy, but it's limited. I only use flame strike, or some basic spell like these. Maybe I can summon Al'ar, but I could not control him. It will be a burning death for all of us. I could not risk that, however we have lost so many great warrior what I will never forgive, and forget. I will go alone."

"I couldn't let you alone to go! Have you got death wish? He asks harshly.

"You dare to questioning my decision, Lor'themar?" I raise my eyebrow "You are not in that position to arguing with me, and if I fail reforging the blade and fall, someone has to lead our people."

"Anar'alah (By the light)!" he gasps " We will not survive that if you fall my Prince, please let me aid you in this quest. I will be your shield and I will defend you with my life! You are the one of the Sunstrider dynasty, who can lead our people. I beg you my Majesty, I want to go with you!" While he says he kneel before me.

I can't say anything, even a word cannot slip through my lips. His loyalty almost stuns me. I need to blink a few times, thinking of the right choice.

"Please, stand up my commander, you don't need to do this. I'm grateful, I have got such a loyalty person as you. You may go with me in this quest but I want something from you. If the situation will became worse we need to flee at any cost. I don't want to lose you. Do you understand?"

"Yes my Prince, as always. Selama ashal'anore (Justice for our people)." He stands up and bows me.

"I said something for you, Lor'Themar. You don't need to do that or use titles. Just call me Kael, or Kael'Thas."

"As you whish… Kael." He says with a smile on his face.

After all of this destruction, we can share joy in some little thing.

"Now please, rest my warrior. You need your strength tomorrow, as like myself. Shorel'aran (Farewell)."

"Anu belore dela'na (The eternal sun guides us)."

He gave me a bow, and he left my tent. I shake my head, I see he is still stubborn to accept me as an old friend. How many battles have shared togather?

I let out a sorrowful sigh. It will be a great relief if we could reforge Felo'Melorn because every runeblade, what are crashed in pieces, but reforged after the broken will become much more powerful. I know whose sword broke my family heritage… Frostmourne. The only blade what can consume your soul. It's a cruel evil blade with the cold and ruthless aura. Who touches it, he or she will be lost forever. That's why Arthas gave himself that kind of monster. He can slain everything with that, and resurrect dead arms to serve him. How illusive… he want a power to defeat Mal'Ganis but this power is overwhelmed him. He became the Lich Champion, and with a short time that bastard has raise an army, and became the King of the deads.

Tomorrow will be a momentous day… if I claim back my Felo'Melorn, and with the crystals I can use some magic, it will be a child play to wash out the undeads from our homeland. Tomorrow… will be a new destiny of us. I will give the new hope for our people.

My people will be avenged, Arthas! You cannot stop my fury, and hatred. You took everything from me now I will do the same…

I feel myself tired. It was a long day, when I look out from my tent I can see the silver light of the moon. I need some rest to defeat those abominations, and face with my tormentor. All of my strength is needed for this task. My precious Sunwell, you will be shine as glory as it was. I take off my plate armor it was red with golden lines. It not a good choice to sleep in that, even after it is heavy and really uncomfortable. My bed isn't the most luxury just a pile of fur with silk. I am not fastidious it will be perfect for me. I dropped myself into the furs, and fall asleep.

When I wake up the sun is shining, but the air was chilling. I can feel the frosty touch in my skin. With a little hesitate, I get up, and put back my armor. When I finish, I go out of my tent. Everyone's turn his or her head and then bow me with respect.

"My people!" I start my speech. "I know I'm an uncrowned king, and I doesn't want any respect from you, but now all of the high elf who survived, I want you to join me! The last time, we will unite with all of our hatred and courage, we can destroy them! Lord Lor'Themar and I will go and reforge my family heritage the Felo'Melorn, and with the magic of our ancestor's give me, they shall burn in the flame of agony."

The crowd is cheering, and I can hear one of them battle cries 'Anar'alah belore ! (By the light of the sun!)'. All of my respect for them, they can believe me after this mass construction. I will not fail…

When I finish with my speech my commander come and stands next to me. I see those blue ocean eyes filled with passion and vigour.

"Come Lor'Themor, we have an important task, shall no wait longer."

"Yes Kael, every minutes are weighty to our survives."

I nod him, and after he gave me a sword. It's really similar with my family heritage, gold and elven runes decorate the fuller. The edge of the sword some place are damage but it's sharp. However I can feel the energy inside the blade, it's enchanted…

"Your ancestors used this blade before the Felo'Melorn, my Prince. All right to use is in your hand. I found it when I fought with the undeads. I didn't want to steal or use it but I cannot let those hideous creatures to take it!"

"Thank you, Lor'Themar. I respect your diligence, my commander. I will use with great honor." I say with a smile.

"It will be a long journey, are you ready?" he asks with a grin smile.

"I couldn't even better."

But neither of us know this journey will be more suffering what we could ever imagine in our nightmares.

On the other hand, if I have got requires, maybe I will do the Kael'Thas / Illidan and/or Kael'Thas/Arthas. (It won't became of the part of the storyline, just a separate fan made couple pages.) I hope you like it :)