I stand stoically infront of the man, and member of the Argent Dawn, as he weeps for his fallen niece, and for the loneliness her soul has to suffer. After sometime he finally calms down, though I can still see his grief ever present in his eyes. He thanks me for letting him know of the fate of his niece. I nod; he then walks off to be alone for a while.
I stand there for a while, watching his back as he walks away, the sounds of his muffled sobs ever present on the wind, my fists clenched at my side. I don't know how long I was standing there, but I felt a nudge on my hand and hear a whimper at my side. I look down to see Saber, my ever faithful pet, looking up at me with concerned eyes. I relax my hands and tell her everything is alright, scratching her behind her ears the way she likes it before I make my way over to the flight master.
But everything's not alright. Too many times on my travels have I seen moments similar to the one I just did. Too many times have I had to tell people about the loss of a loved one. Too many times.
And who's to blame for all this? I don't care what anyone says, without him, none of this wouldn't have happened. Without him, the Scourge would have never taken over Lordaeron. Without him, Quel'Thalas would never have fallen. Without him, the Burning Legion would have never have come. Him! The betrayer, Arthas, now known as the Lich King.
He will pay for all he's done. Even if I have to use his own dark powers against him, he will pay.