Awaken

Awaken.

Awaken, and serve.

Serve the one true master.

Arthas,

The Lich King!

The arrows soared over my head, tips bursting with flames as they rained down upon my men. The undead armies would not be held; could not be held! Shields held high, we charged forward, toward the armies that were controlled by the Lich King. To my left, death. To my right, death. All that was left was my handful of troops to stand up against the all powerful scourge.

The meat wagons hailed their projectiles towards us. McGregor was struck down from one, leaving the front of the left flank open.

"Carson, move up!" I shouted toward the man on the second line.

He moved up, shaken by what had just happened to McGregor.

We were getting closer to the necropolis. We were the best men the Alliance had to offer, and we were being sent to destroy the necropolis of Archerus, where Arthas was currently commanding his troops, or rather, minions.

Finally, after slicing through the ranks of the undead, we reached to base of the necropolis. The portal appeared as we got there, and our mages fell back with their task complete, but were slaughtered by a massive frostwyrm that flew down from the hold.

We entered the portal as it collapsed, due to the mages' defeat. The sensation of floating, and weightlessness that occurs when teleporting grew larger and larger. Then it stopped.

We appeared in one of the bottom chambers. The Ebon Hold reeked of rotting corpses, and the stench of death made a few of us vomit.

By now, the enemy knew we were in the necropolis, and we hurried to reach the top. Sprinting, we cut down any enemies in our way. Finally, we reached the top.

On top of Archerus, we looked at him. Arthas. The once noble prince, corrupted by power, and the desire of the weapon he held so dear. He did not say a word, just drew his blade, as did we.

Here we were. The man that had cost us all so much. The innocent lives, decimated by his being selfish, and powerhungry.

We charged. Blinded by the hate of this man, we let go of our formations, our tactics, or knowing how to fight. We had gone primal, instincts willing us to kill the man, no, monster that had ruined us all.

In a flash, he was gone from our sight, and was behind us.

I turned, and once again charged, only to see to my right that all of the men were falling into pieces. Blood soaked the floor, and once again, then Lich King was behind us, this time, the left flank being butchered.

I shook with fear. I no longer had a will to fight. The retribution I had sought to bring was all of a dream now.

"Why… Arthas… why would you kill us… your kinsmen, some of us, your childhood friends?"

He chuckled to himself, waving his hand in an act of arrogance, and disapproval.

Suddenly, I found a will to fight once more.

"Arthas, I will not leave here until you are dead! I am going to send you into hell!"

I charged at him, but then, with tremendous speed, he was gone.

And so was I.