Chapter One: Arthas, How Could You?
Arthas Menethil wasn't the kind of prince who abandoned his kingdom in its time of need. So, why did he? Why didn't he stop the undead from taking over Stratholme? Oh, how he tried. I should know better than anyone how hard he tried, I was closer to him than Jaina. I'm his best friend…I had a curse put on me to make me a wolf forever but that didn't stop me from being his best friend.
We stood in the entrance to Stratholme. Broken hearted and torn apart in any way, I was forced to choose against Jaina and Arthas. If I chose Arthas Jaina would hate me, but on the other hand, if I chose Jaina Arthas would hate me. Either way, I had to go with one of them. Arthas looked at me expectantly. I was his only hope, Jaina had said no to joining him in purging the city. I thought hard about it then finally howled, saying, 'I agree to help you, but only because I was a lordaeron citizen before I was a wolf.' Arthas could understand me better than anyone. He learned how to after he learned of the curse and knew that it had taken me and scarred me for life.
My pack and I ran through Stratholme. I stayed loyally by Arthas' side, while commanding my pack to slay the undead that took hold of Stratholme. I waited patiently for Arthas to give the commands to 'sic' as I call it. He called the command to attack and we all ran through to attack the undead. The ruins of Stratholme—my hometown—were up in flames. While attacking who-ever-its-name-is I was flung through the air and in a heartbeat I felt my hunches connect with the pointed corner of a roof in Stratholme. I landed with a loud thud on the cold, wet bricks of Stratholme. Blood seeped out of my wound in clumps. I felt my energy drained, I was weak, and I knew I was dying. Arthas wailed at the sound of my pained howl and final command to my pack.
"You're killing her! Stop it, stop it! Hurt me instead! Please! But, don't hurt her anymore!" I sighed; he didn't understand this was my destiny. I have to die now if I am to help lead his soul through death so he didn't become a mindless undead or vengeful spirit. I heard faint arguing then a whitish blue light flashed though Stratholme and it was gone. Prince Varian Wrynn ran over to his best friend who had sat down beside me. My breathing grew soft. I felt my eyes drooping. This was it. I could feel my soul and body being pulled apart, being disconnected from one another.
Prince Varian knelt beside me as well. He called forth a priestess whom he called, Mariah. Few words he spoke to the foreign priestess I understood were to help me. He often flirted with her. Understood, he was a young prince and Mariah was a young priestess with blond hair that flowed just below her shoulders. A few minutes later and I was alive and well, the curse finally broken. I feared that Prince Arthas was going to get his revenge though. Mal'Ganis would crush Arthas without a care and I wouldn't be able to stop him.
