Disclaimer- I don't own any characters or places in this story except for
the ones I made up.
He sits on his throne.
With the Legion weakened,
His chance for freedom comes.
For he is the lord of Death,
And he will not be denied.
Jaina Proudmoore woke in a cold sweat. She slowed her breath, and sat on the side of the bed in her cabin. The ship rocked as waves crashed against the side of the ship. This wasn't the first time she had this premonition. "But what could it mean?" Jaina sighed in frustration. She wished Antonidas was here to help. But the Head of the Kirin Tor had met his end, killed by. dammit, she couldn't even call that beast Arthas. He's like an entirely different person.
Jaina pulled on her cloak and walked out onto the deck. With the shattered Alliance returning to Lordaeron, it would be hard enough trying to start over without worrying about a mysterious warnings and threats. "By the light. It's going to take a miracle," Jaina said, staring out on the gray horizon.
He sits on his throne.
With the Legion weakened,
His chance for freedom comes.
For he is the lord of Death,
And he will not be denied.
Jaina Proudmoore woke in a cold sweat. She slowed her breath, and sat on the side of the bed in her cabin. The ship rocked as waves crashed against the side of the ship. This wasn't the first time she had this premonition. "But what could it mean?" Jaina sighed in frustration. She wished Antonidas was here to help. But the Head of the Kirin Tor had met his end, killed by. dammit, she couldn't even call that beast Arthas. He's like an entirely different person.
Jaina pulled on her cloak and walked out onto the deck. With the shattered Alliance returning to Lordaeron, it would be hard enough trying to start over without worrying about a mysterious warnings and threats. "By the light. It's going to take a miracle," Jaina said, staring out on the gray horizon.