Warcraft IV: Generations

This is my continuation of WC3: The Frozen Throne's awesome storyline, and for my purposes, Illidan survived his battle with Arthas, but just barely. Also, Arthas has a duel voice, one is the Lich King's that said "Now, we are one!" at the end of Frozen Throne, the second is Arthas' voice but the Lich King's is the dominant voice

The pain…

The pain and the cold

Those were the last things that Illidan Stormrage remembered before the warm dark had swallowed him. He was free at last from the existence that had haunted him. But it did not last. Kael and Vashj had survived the undead swarms and "rescued" him from the chilling frost that Arthas had left him to. He sat up in his bed, looking around the makeshift medical center his minions had brought him to. He looked down at his poorly healing wound. There was ice on either side of the gash, and it was interfering with his body's efforts to mend itself. He would carry it for the rest of his life, a cruel reminder of his monumental failure. His scouts had reported that after his defeat, Arthas had succeeded in merging with the Lich King. It was over. Kil'jaeden would find him, and he would pay for his arrogance. It was only a matter of time.

Ner'zhul was free.

The Lich King stretched his conscience outward, looking for signs of that damned demon elf.

"Ahhhh, there we are."

But the elf was no longer a threat. He was broken. He would probably go mad soon enough. There were more important things to attend to. But first and foremost was the eradication of the renegades.

"The Forsaken,' his laugh echoed across the dead glacier, 'pathetic."

Ner'zhul paused as his general, Anu'barak, ascended the tower.

The fallen spider king bowed low, "Master, the ships are ready, we sail at your command."

"Excellent,' Ner'zhul rose from the Frozen Throne, and then began to descend his spire, giving orders to Anu'barak, who followed close behind.

"Anu'barak prepare the troops, you will lead the Scourge south, to the new human capitol of Stormwind in Azeroth."

Anu'barak was confused, "Why will you not lead the legions yourself my lord?"

The Lich King turned to his general and smiled quite insanely,

"I am going to pay Sylvanas a little visit."

As the powerful waves of magic caused by the Lich King's rebirth wash over Mount Hyjal, in a forgotten prison beneath the Tree of Eternity, an ancient power stirs….

Baalrin was awake. He pondered how this could be, the spell the Arch-druid Mithrandir had cast on him 80,000 years ago was supposed to last forever. That could only mean two things. One, the power of the World Tree was fading and two, that Azeroth had a new ruler. But the spell that bound him to the roots of the World Tree was strong, even with the World Tree waning, he still was not powerful enough to break free. He needed more time before he could exact his revenge. So he would wait awhile longer, and when he was free, he would show Mithrandir and the rest of them what a real monster looked like.

"Soon' he whispered to no one, his jailor's having fled him long ago

'You will pay……..Sons of Mithrandir Stormrage"

Well that is the end of Chapter 1. As you can probably tell, I LUV Arthas. He is one of the coolest characters Blizzard ever spawned. And I won't be updating until I get 10 reviews