Arthas' Betrayal (Reign of Chaos) In a Can
Ever thought that Arthas becoming evil was dragged out for far too long? Then enjoy this little one, which condenses it like canned soup!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Arthas, nor do I own Warcraft, or Uther, or any of them. I'm just a delusional fanfic writer that's never even played the Warcraft 3 game but has read far too much of the lore behind it. SO SUE ME...
On second thought, don't. You won't get anything anyways.
Author's Note: Anywho, since I've never played the game and I've only seen cut scenes/read lore...some of this stuff may be horrifically wrong. That's the point, but feel free to point out my mistakes. (This was written before I got hold of the game. I don't think I went too far off, but I'm still stuck in Stratholme.)
Actions are bolded, 'cause no likey the stars.
On with the fic!
Azeroth (World Version)
Northrend, morning
KIL'JAEDEN: Hello Ner'zhul.
NER'ZHUL: Mornin'.
KIL'JAEDEN: Hey, I know how we can take out the human population!
NER'ZHUL: ...
KIL'JAEDEN: See, we get this sorcerer, Kel'Thuzad to make this "plague", and when the humans get infected with this plague, they suffer for a little bit and die, but then they come back as mindless walking undead under your control!
NER'ZHUL: Undead? How the hell does that make ANY sense? You can't be dead-but-alive, pal!
KIL'JAEDEN: Has it ever occurred to you that's basically what you are?
NER'ZHUL: I don't care! It still doesn't make any sense!
KIL'JAEDEN: Whatever. Just tell me if the plan is good or not.
NER'ZHUL: Sure. Whatever floats your boat.
KIL'JAEDEN: Goody! Goes off to...err...corrupt...Kel'thuzad.
Lordaeron Capital City, morning, some months later
UTHER: Arthas...
ARTHAS: Hmmmm?
UTHER: I need you to go with Jaina to investigate the source of this funny plague.
ARTHAS: Mmmkay.
UTHER: Good. But don't get into any trouble-I MEAN IT. I don't want any trouble involving your love life on my hands.
ARTHAS: I'm not sure...if...that...
UTHER: ARTHAS!!!!
ARTHAS: Hides.
Brill, nighttime
ARTHAS: Let's go look at that granary.
JAINA: Why?
ARTHAS: Just 'cause. And anyways, what if the plague is coming through the food?
JAINA: Alrighty.
ARTHAS: Errr...we might have to avoid that whole undead army, though...
JAINA: Huh? Looks back at Arthas, continuing to walk towards undead army.
ARTHAS: JAAAAIIIINNNNAAA.
JAINA: WHAT? Looks at Arthas, annoyed.
ARTHAS: Too late. Sigh.
UNDEAD ARMY: Look! It's a living, breathing human being!
JAINA: Looks forward.Oh, hell no.
ARTHAS: Your funeral.
JAINA: Nuh-uh, buddy. We're both fighting this one together.
ARTHAS: Sigh. Oh, okay.
They have a fairly long battle, but they do win.
ARTHAS: Now, as for the granary...
JAINA: I think it's infected.
ARTHAS: Why?
JAINA: Since when does grain look like small rocks covered with LUMPS?
ARTHAS ...oh, that's why.
JAINA: Okay. Now...wait...
ARTHAS: There's someone in the graveyard...
KEL'THUZAD: Ahhh...here we go...just finish up this... fiddles with a gravestone
JAINA: HEEEYYY! GET AWAY FROM THAT!
KEL'THUZAD: Oh, fuck. Runs.
ARTHAS & JAINA: Run after Kel'thuzad.
Andorhal, afternoon
ARTHAS: You're cornered...uhhh...what exactly are you anyways?
KEL'THUZAD: Undead.
JAINA: Ummm...okaaaayyy.
ARTHAS: Whatever. You're going to die!
KEL'THUZAD: You don't want me. I'm disgusting. You want Mal'Ganis, the Scourge's leader. He's a tasty one.
ARTHAS: I'M NOT GOING TO EAT YOU. Shudders. That's a disgusting thought...
KEL'THUZAD: Will you kill me already?
ARTHAS: Oh, yeah. Kills off the ebil 'mancer.
Hearthglen, morning
JAINA: Yeshness. Rest at last!
ARTHAS: Do ya' really think so?
JAINA: Yes...why?
ARTHAS: I hope you like becoming minced meat, because I believe the town is being ATTACKED.
JAINA: WAAAAAHHH.
The two start to battle, but are rapidly being defeated.
ARTHAS: Right, Plan B.
JAINA: We already did that one. Plan B was moving to the left, right?
ARTHAS: Okay, Plan C.
JAINA: Did that one too, that was moving more the the right.
ARTHAS: ...Plan D?
JAINA: Sorry, you lose.
ARTHAS: Okay, we'll just say Plan Z.
JAINA: Good, because we just finished Plan Y. Anyways, what's up?
ARTHAS: You go find Uther and bring in reinforcements. I'll stay behind and destroy grain carts.
JAINA: Sounds like a plan. Runs off.
Some time later...
UTHER: CHAAARRRRGEEE!!!!!
ARTHAS: Finally. Took your time, didn't you?
UTHER: Oh, I love how much appreciation I get.
En route to Stratholme, evening
MEDIVH: Go west young man!
ARTHAS: ...whateva.
Stratholme, morning
ARTHAS: Uther...
UTHER: Hmmmm?
ARTHAS: The plagued grain has already been distributed...I think we're gonna have to kill the townsfolk...
UTHER: Aghast. No, you can't do that!
ARTHAS: Yes I can! You're committing treason, I'm disbanding your Knights of the Silver Hand!
UTHER: FINE. I'm leaving.
JAINA: Me too.
ARTHAS: Don't leeaaaveee me Jaina!
Uther & Jaina leave with a few others, leaving Arthas and his "loyal" knights to slay all the townsfolk.
While they're doing this, they come across...MAL'GANIS!
MAL'GANIS: OY. What are you doing Arthas?
ARTHAS: And what are you doing, pray tell? Tries to kill ol' Mal'.
MAL'GANIS: You can't kill me here.
ARTHAS: Why not?
MAL'GANIS: Because then the game would be OVER.
ARTHAS: Oh, yeah.
MAL'GANIS: See you in Northrend, buddy.
Northrend, a month later
ARTHAS: Okay, set that tent there...wait...MURADIN?
MURADIN: Hello Arthas! Are you here to help us?
ARTHAS: Err...sure, whatever you say.
They go to destroy the undead camp that has been attacking Muradin's camp.
ARTHAS: Kay, let's go look for Frostmourne now and finish your job.
MURADIN: Sounds like a plan.
EMISSARY FROM LORDAERON: Uther and Terenas are telling you to get back home, Arthas.
ARTHAS: Oh, all right. Heads back to camp.
When Arthas & Muradin arrive at camp, the men have abandoned their posts and are heading towards their boats.
ARTHAS: I ain't leaving until Mal'Ganis dies!
He gets some mercenaries to help him burn the boats so he and his men can't leave.
ARTHAS: You burned my ships! Now we can't go home!
MERCENARIES: What? You ASKED us too!
ARTHAS: I don't care! Kills off the mercenaries.
ARTHAS: Okay, men. We must kill Mal'Ganis before we can leave.
FORCES DE ARTHAS: ...sure, whatever you say.
MURADIN: Let's check out Draktharon Keep for Frostmourne.
ARTHAS: Wonderful idea. Onwards!
FORCES OF UTTER DOOM: Oh, all right. March on to Draktharon Keep.
MAL'GANIS: Arthas, you're going to find your doom here! Teleports.
ARTHAS: Muradin, come with me. You all, stay here. Captain, guard the camp.
CAPTAIN NO-NAME: Okies.
Muradin and Arthas leave.
ARTHAS: Look, Mur, it's the sword!
MURADIN: That it is. I'm not blind, you know. Reads the runes on the sword. Just as a side note, the sword seems to be cursed.
ARTHAS: Cool. Moves forward to take sword.
THE GUARDIAN: Arthas, this sword is your doom!
ARTHAS: I don't care. Kills the Guardian.
THE GUARDIAN: Awww. Dies.
ARTHAS: Hey, spirits guarding the sword, help me save my people! I'll pay any price!
SPIRITS DE FROSTMOURNE: Will you pay with your soul?
ARTHAS: Sure!
SPIRITS: Goody! Now just sacrifice the dwarf.
MURADIN: WHHHHAAAAAT?????
ARTHAS: Bye-bye Mur.
MURADIN: NOOOO. Is killed by Arthas.
FROSTMOURNE: Is released from the ice-cask-thing-a-ma-bob.
ARTHAS: Now I must destroy Mal'Ganis! Slays minions that Mal'Ganis sent.
NER'ZHUL: (in Arthas' head) Arthas...you must destroy Mal'Ganis...you must...
ARTHAS: What's this voice I'm hearing?
MAL'GANIS: The Lich King's, Ner'Zhul's.
ARTHAS: Okay, well he's telling me to destroy you.
MAL'GANIS: Not fair!
And so, Arthas kills Mal'ganis. He then runs northward, leaving his troops to die. He also loses his sanity...like many of the Warcraft characters.
Lordaeron, many months later, morning
TOWNSFOLK: Arthas is back! Throw rose petals.
ARTHAS: Marches down the main street with his...well...they weren't there before, we'll just say they're his "pals". Roses...hmmmm... Stops to grab a rose petal and rubs it between his fingers, then throws it on the ground. Yep, they're real. Onwards!
Several minutes later
TERENAS: Well, about time.
ARTHAS: Kneels before throne. You don't need to wear your crown anymore. I've taken care...of...everything. Stands and draws Frostmourne.
TERENAS: Uh-oh...what are you doing, Arthas?
ARTHAS: Succeeding you...Stabs Terenas, presumably through the neck.
BIG HEAVY CROWN: Rolls around on the floor. It breaks too, so it must have been a rather weak crown.
ARTHAS: I RULE LORDAERON NOW!!!!
DOOMED TOWNSFOLK: NOOOO. Cries.
Arthas flees the city and is not heard from...ever again. Like those horror movies, you know?
Actually, it's several weeks until we hear from him again.