Arthas: Rise From the Lich King

by psycholegend123

He was summoned from the dead to serve the world of Azeroth once more. Many despise him for what he had done in the past. He did not care, for he now just wanted to live his life on his own. No one can control him, or so at least that is what he thought. The Burning legion is now at Azeroth, decimating the land once more. What will he, Arthas Menethil do? M for gore... just in case

2. Chapter 1: Stormwind Defense

I was busy for three reasons, one is school stuff, two is work, and three is that I researched some of the stuff from the lore through wowhead, pedia, and wiki. I like this story to be good. The one that every can enjoy reading in their spare time or what not. So I will say this again… for the rest of the story. Read it, review it, and comment on it. Give me constructive feedback or just complement on it. If you want to give me a bad feed like "your writing sucks" or other types of that crap. Send it to me through my PM and I will print it and place it in the blue or green suggestion box with three arrows forming a triangle around on it. Well hope you enjoy this chappie! 8D

Chapter 1: Stormwind Defense

"Whomsoever takes up this blade shall wield eternal power. Just as the blade rends flesh, so must power scar the spirit." –The warning inscription from the pedestal of Frostmourne.

Cathedral Square: Stormwind Cemetery

Jaina starred at his grin, giving her goose bumps and chilling her to the spine. Arthas's blue-green eyes stared at her evilly. He heard whispers from somewhere and it was familiar… Frostmourne! The whispers got louder and louder until it was audible to only Arthas. He looked to his blade. 'I hunger for flesh, I hunger for more, I hunger for… power.'

'Power?' He thought to himself to be not right but it felt the same way as it was before it was destroyed. He looked backed to her, she was feeling fear. He grinned and uttered the words, "Frostmourne hunger." If his sword wants power, then it shall have what it deserves. He walked to her, stepping faster and faster as he raised his sword. She quickly erected a barrier but she does not know how long she will last. As he lowers his sword for the strike, the background became suddenly pitch white. He then saw a small boy with blonde hair, fair with his slim, small body. He blocked his sword with a massive mallet with intense holy power.

As they drew their weapons back he saw the boy's face with a scowl. "I won't let you do that to her again." The boy said that as he slowly fades with the whiteness. He got back in the real world again, not knowing what to say about that encounter. He then saw Jaina, standing with both hands on the staff, ready to respond to any threat that comes her way.

'What had just happened? He stopped his attack pre-emptively. What has been going on in his head?' She thought about it but did not lose concentration of what was in front of her. She spoke, "Arthas Menethil, former prince of Lordaeron and former Lich King, I hear by summon you back from the depths of the underworld to help the world of Azeroth fight of the demons that are lurking and decimating this world!" The wall that blocked the main entrance to the mausoleum started to crack as they batter down on it. "You will either help us to protect your home world from the wrath of the burning legion or we will take actions for you to help us and, if necessary, return you back to the grave and never come back again!"

The words 'burning legion' made him raise an eyebrow. "I thought they were destroyed, if not, disbanded and left to rot."

"They came back to rid this world. They did this for vengeance over the deaths of their masters and the defeats of their pasts."

The wall grew weaker and weaker. "And if I helped you what would I receive? As I stand here now and hear your words, the demons are already ravaging the lands. The ground shakes because of the never ending armies of their legion. People are getting slaughtered every minute or hour. I can feel their agony, hate and stress because they think that they 'stood no chance and Azeroth will fall.' You cannot ask of me a favor if the scales of balance are against you! It does not bode well with you because I might support the aggressors because they are, in my perspective, winning? What says you about this?"

She cannot think of something that will refute his argument. It is true that they were fighting a losing war. She had seen the armies of the vast empire. She had seen how powerful they were and experienced it in many ways. She did not think of the probability of him turning against the world of Azeroth. Then she remembered the talk with Uther, the last encounter of him and her in the Halls of Reflection, the locket that he kept for the rest of his life as the Lich King. She knew that in order to have a chance to fight this war he must be on their side. She would happily carry any weight to see her country rise from the ashes of war. "Very well then I will offer you a deal, in exchange for helping us, serving under the banner of Azeroth and its allies and not breaking this oath of peace throughout the lands of this world, you will be rewarded handsomely."

He gave a deep dark laugh. It resounded throughout the room and gave her the chills again. "And what would this proposition be… milady?" He was curious as to what she is thinking of. Her eyes were looking straight at him without fear and the look on her face is honest and serious. He knows Jaina well enough to understand her face.

"If all accommodations are met, you will be given back the throne of the Lich King and…" She paused for a moment then continued, "I will be forever in your debt and in your service as the Lich King's eternal servant." She bowed her head down signaling to him that she is willing to do it.

He thought about it. Taking back his throne in the Frozen Throne and commanding the Scourge once more will be brilliant! Once the Burning Legion is gone, he will have to confront the forces of Azeroth. They will be much easier to deal with than the Legion because they are weakened by the offensive. He will also make sure that his plans will not be foiled again. That one single costly mistake had ended his life; he will not let it happen again. The second proposition was… a bit of a problem. A small part of him wanted to make her his again, to have her as his own and that no one will grab her away from him again. Another side of him wanted to make her dead. 'No wait, not dead, but suffer!' Yes, he will torture her, making her regret raising him back to life. He will make her scream in agony as he torments her. Defile her body and toss it aside like a ragdoll being used as a chew toy.

But he also wanted Frostmourne to be… satisfied. The sword glowed in light blue. 'Feed me her powers, feed me her endless torment and you shall be given a reward.' The sword glows and started to flicker. It was getting excited. Very excited.

'I HAVE HEARD ENOUGH OF THIS!' The voice in his head was loud and overwhelming. Arthas clutched head and kneeled down. He groaned in agony as Jaina chanted a spell that lights the tip of her staff in flames. The entrance that was blocked is now opened. The lesser demons marched through the hall. 'You will help her in this war and not leave her again!' The voice echoed and faded away. Jaina summoned a wall of flame and lightning at about half of the mausoleum, in between the demons and the two of them. She pushed the fire back and squeals of the demons resounded in the room.

Arthas rose up, lowered his sword and answered her question. "I accept your proposal." His voice sounded like two beings but quickly went back to his original voice. "I will help Azeroth at the expense of your… 'service'." He raised his sword high up and breathed. As he released his breathe he brought down his sword to the ground, piercing its ground as it screams in pain. The mausoleum blew off to every direction, harming both the enemies and allies of Jaina. The ground glowed evil green, bones pop out of the graves and started to unearth themselves. "Rise my minions, today you will serve your master once more!"

Outside of Stormwind Keep

The blast came from the Cathedral Square. The unholy energy leaked to the battle grounds of the keep. He was noticing that while he focused on slaying his foes. 'I am displeased Jaina. I am very displeased.' He then noticed that the enemy grows weaker. He then let out a cry of courage, of strength. He screamed to the top of his lungs, "I HEAR BY GIVE THIS BLESSING TO ALL OF YOU! THE BLESSING OF THE KING AND OF THE PAST KINGS OF LORDAERON! HAIL TO THE KING!"

They repeated after him, "HAIL TO THE KING!"

"Hail to the heroes!"

"HAIL TO THE HEROES!"

"Hail to the people of this country!"

"HAIL TO THE PEOPLE OF THIS COUNTRY!"

"LONG LIVE THE ALLIANCE!"

"LONG LIVE THE ALLIANCE!" They fought with zeal. Gutting out throats, stabbing their foes, spilling their blood. It was glorious. It was a glorious day to fight. The good fight that saves the lives of many people, innocent people. The feeling of power and fanaticism is in their veins. Warriors burst with rage and cleaved more heads than the demons could anticipate. Mages summoned enchanted spells that reign down on the enemies of the Alliance. Paladins deliver an insurmountable amount of righteous fury, slaying the demons because they are past redemption.

A soldier went up to him, "My lord! What was the foul power that erupted from the cathedral?" It was one of his captains commanding his battalion.

"It was something that will most likely end this city." His scowl says everything about his feelings about it. He raised his sword to block an attack and quickly countered it.

"Shall I send a griffon scout to-"

"You shall stay here and fight by my side. I would like a soldier who honors and serves his king greatly to fight with me!" He hacked and slashed another of his victims.

"We are all in your services milord. We had put our faith to our leader ever since his coronation. You pulled us through difficult times and made difficult decisions. We thought you dead when you disappeared, though after a few years you came back to us. You have given the people of this kingdom everything and risked your life for it." The captain shield bashed a fiend to the ground and strikes the fiend a killing blow of a shield to the face. "We will serve your highness until our dying breaths."

His second in command is in the keep, orchestrating what to do and what to counter on the attacks of the Legion. The Grand Marshal, the second in command of the Stormwind Army, felt a heavy responsibility upon his shoulder. He felt responsible for the lives of his fellow people. That is why he will do his best to sort things out and organize defensive and offensive parameters to keep his men living and The Kingdom of Stormwind alive. He knew that there was something lacking in the ranks of the enemy, and they will exploit this weakness. He looked through all his intel from the battlefield and beyond.

The Legion has barely any airpower in the warzone, leaving the anti-air ballistae to shoot ground units. That also goes with the anti-air griffon riders, they completely decimate the ground forces for they use a tactic called hit-and-run. They go in low and attack the ground units for two passes then they retreat to heal themselves and restock on ammo.

The king looked to the fighter next to him and spoke, "I would like you to spread the word to all our allies that Arthas Menethil is alive. Go inside the Keep and inform him to spread the word!" The color of the soldier's face fell off as he heard the command. "Do it now! Everyone must be notified as soon as possible." The soldier went out of the battlefield and headed to the Grand Marshal.

Even though the face of the Lich King is stuck in his head he battled on. The king was pleased with his soldiers, battling out demons, cutting up fiends, bashing their shields that cracked skulls and bombarding the enemy from the skies. He has never felt this battle high before. He leaped up into the air and dropped back down hard, sending hordes of them flying back. He charged up and stabs one in the stomach. He thrusts it in more and caught another monster with it. He pulled out and whirled his right sword around, rending flesh in the process. He then felt a powerful presence fade away. 'What was that?' He thought to himself, and then shrugged it let out another scream of fury and battled on in the blindness of war.

Westfall

The plan went slightly rougher than expected. The blood thirsty brutes marched forth though they are no match for dragons. Fire and frost started covering the land. Waves of them were burning or freezing to death. Alexstrasza flew to one of the portal and unleashed a torrent of flame from her mouth. As the blaze closed in, the gatekeepers erected a barrier that withstood the flame's damage. 'He was right after all. He never lost his touch even if he had lost his Aspect powers.' She thought to herself. She dodged frost and poison arrows that were puny compared to her size. She then targeted one of the enchanters of the gate burned him to smithereens.

As the battle rages on, Nozdormu and his group of flyers swooped down in a V formation. As they swooped low, they rammed into every single enemy that was in their path. Nozdormu then casts a spell that freezes the portals in time, making them unable to teleport any more reinforcements. Ysera then opened her eyes, she casted powerful illusions and mirror images of the demons and attacked them; rendering them confused and making them attack their own allies. The sorcerers in charge of the portals were confused too. They were trying to solve why and how the portals were shut down. They knew about the dragons flying overhead but were perplexed by this type of magic. The next thing they knew was a huge flying bronze dragon swooped down and killed them. One of them was eaten, though the eater was not at all pleased with the taste to his prey.

Though he disliked the taste, it was a strategy that most dragons knew was effective. By eating their enemies, they are demoralizing them. It also planted the seeds of fear, and with the use of fear, it renders them in shock or makes them flee, making them look like sitting ducks or moving evasive targets. Ysera and Nozdormu do not need to use the technique. They will simply use their powers instead of eating a disgusting little creature. Ysera closed her eyes again. She could see the nightmares and the fear in the hearts of the dwellers of Azeroth. She frowned and felt helpless. She cannot calm down every single one of them at once. She was not that powerful.

The battle rages on near Sentinel Hill. Kalecgos fires another breath of frost out to his opponents. He then rested on top of the hill and chanted an enchanting circle. The circle then fired at least ten spectral blasts per second. Each of the blasts pierced five to seven enemies. If it was a normal orc it would have pierced through fifteen of them. They were sturdier than he thought they would be. Then he thought about it. 'This battle would have been won minutes ago! They are this strong! How could this possibly be?' Did they possess a powerful artifact equal to the Iris or even greater?'

He then raised the circle and threw it in the middle of a platoon of monsters. 'That should last about thirty seconds.' He flew up again and saw that there was only one-fifth of the original army left here in the region of Westfall, including the reinforcements.

"Kalecgos, the portalsssss are now none of our concern." Nozdormu communicated with him. "Lady Alexstrasssssza has taken out the other two and Ysera has just finished the lasssst one."

"Then the threat to Stormwind is no more, for now." He looked to the direction of the Stormwind. He felt a very evil power in that direction. He instinctively dodged a flying bird that was suicidal. A red dragon finished it off and continued with the attack. Kalecgos felt an unpleasant presence too coming from Stormwind. It just popped out of nowhere. He tried to think about what it was but he had to dodge fire arrows return the favor with a frost breath.

"So you have felt it too." Ysera, her eyes now opened and glowing green, told them. "I am feeling a spirit of a young boy that is trapped within an evil being." She then second thought her words. "I would like to rephrase that. The young boy is trapped within an evil being that is being controlled by something else."

"Now is not the time to talk about this manner. We must finish this battle once and for all. We will then meet up with my beloved at Stormwind. She holds the answers that we seek." Kalecgos was worried about her now. Then he noticed another thing, a friend of his is gone. The power slowly faded to a tiny amount. 'Oh no, Medivh!'

Bridge to Cathedral Square

Arthas, Jaina and the rest of the Stormwind guards at Cathedral Square pushed them back. They were now at a choke point on the bridge. Arthas and his mini undead army charged on first. The remaining guards took up a projectile weapon and took aim. "Milady, are you sure this… traitor can be trusted?"

"He is our hope of saving this city soldier."

"Men, FIRE AT WILL!" Volleys of arrows, javelins and lead balls flew to the other side, but the other army has their own type of projectile weapons. Catapults that were brought in the city launched their cargo at the guards on the other side of the river. When the guards got hit, they were shocked as to what they had seen. The projectiles were the heads of their fallen comrades. The Legion wanted them to feel hurt, feel fear.

The captain in charge of the Cathedral guards was reacting to it the opposite way. He held the face of his best friend. They were best buds since day one of training day. They trained together, drank together and chased down women in the inn. He felt rage overcoming him. Blood boiled with fury in his veins. "YOU DARE DISRESPECT THE DEAD, OUR DEAD! YOU WILL PAY DEARLY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO THEM!" He rounded up his men. "Form your lines men, form your lines!" The men held a line position, each carrying a different type of bow or gun. "They have crossed a threshold that was sacred to us HUMANS!" Arthas death coiled an enemy and knocked him back with a few of his comrades about two feet. "They have desecrated our dead and plan to use them against us! Now is the time we show them the true wrath of our power!" He raised his sword, "RAAAAHHHHH!"

"RAAAHHH!" The sound of metal clacking, staves stomping the ground is showing them a new kind of zeal. "Open fire!" Another wave of projectiles hit the army of monsters. "Keep firing! It is a rule that if your enemy is in your range, so are you!" They exchanged magical and physical projectiles. Jaina tried her best to shield the guards and herself. She does not need to shield Arthas because he is more capable of dealing with this type of attacks.

Arthas hacked and slashed through anything that comes in his way, except of course of his "allies". He then heard the voice of his sword. 'I want them… all. Let me eat of their energy and use it against them. Then we will eat her energies as well.'

"I will not do that. I want her alive and tortured, but I am quite sick of this 'game' now and I would like to end it. Lunch is served for you Frostmourne." He raised his sword and pointed it towards the brute ahead of him. Whispers can be heard by everyone on the bridge. He felt Frostmourne slowly sucking away the powers and buffs that affected the enemies. Glowing magical orbs circled around Frostmourne as it leeches the powers. The enemies cannot get to him because they were too busy with his minions.

'I am ready Arthas.' The sword gave him the power that it sucked out from the enemies. 'I have absorbed only half of the armies' strength but it will be enough to kill every single demon left in this siege. Pity it will not affect the others who fight for this wretched city!' He felt a pang of anger in his heart, but quickly dismissed it. Arthas leaped up high in the air. Jaina could only gape at the height that he had jumped. His white hair flailed vigorously as he landed on top of the army.

"I was fairly surprised that they held out this long and many demons were defeated." He clutched his sword harder. He was trying to figure out what made them so strong and better than he last fought with them. Was it more intense trainings? More wars which lead to more veterans? He does not know, but he will soon find out what it was. A smirk formed on his face.

The main gate was filled with them. He raised his sword once more and said, "You will all die and serve me when I command you to! So prepare for your demise!" He released the powers of the sword. Little blue orbs were released. They find their hosts and surrounded them. The blue orbs then released ice energy and enveloped their hosts. After that the hosts were imprisoned in a block of ice. Arthas held out his opened left hand. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt the icy grips of the glaciers around the Legion. He felt that death is coming closer and closer to their doorstep. 'Die.' He closed his hands.

Dun Morogh: The Ironforge

Muradin Bronzebeard, after so long, has returned to the gates of Ironforge. He longed to see his brother again, Lord Magni. He was standing there, staring at the horizon. He also saw smoke coming from the Elwynn Forest. The Legion is closing in. "Ye' really have ta' sneak up behin' meh."

"You know it brother." The lord of Ironforge stands to greet his brother from his long journey. "Ya' alright' there brother?"

"The Gunship is still the' only way ta get here quiclay." He brushed of some snow from his shoulder guards. "Though it was still good wit' the' company of' my men."

"Aye." His eyes drooped to the ground. His expression was worrying.

"Were ye' asked by tha' wizard?" He suspected it. He was visited by him a few days earlier.

"Aye."

"What he's gonna do is quite riske'. Bringin' back Sicco is realle' bad." A pause between the two.

"Arthas Menethil, wasn't he yer' former student?"

"Aye." Muradin sighed. His memories of training little Arthas were very memorable to him. He still, to this day, wondered what turned a sweet little kind kid to a ruthless undead king. It just ruins his memories and casts him to despair and blame it on himself.

"Don't be' casting the blame on yerself' lad. It was never yer folt."

Muradin sighed again. "We could now hope that' the humans could hold up'."

"That is all we can' hope brother."

"Lord Magni!" A human interrupts their conversation. "News has been spread. Arthas Menethil, the traitor, has been resurrected from the dead."

"WHAT!" He rushed to him angrily. 'So he did breng im' back! Why ded he do that?"

Muradin was held back by his brother. He felt the same way. "Brother, calm it down laddy. Never let your anger get a hold of' you."

He calmed down a bit and proceeded to speak, "Bring meh' to Stormwind. Capn' reade' the Gunship!"

Stormwind Gate

He stood there, silently celebrating his victory from inside him. 'Yes, you have done well Arthas. This power is truly belongs to you. Now the sorceress is next'

"I will get my vengeance on the one who left me, lied to me. It is an unforgivable sin against the true ruler of Azeroth, though it will not be today. We must plan this first and carefully." He then remembered that day. The day they will never forget.

Flashback:

Then they were in Arthas's rooms. He closed the door, leaned back up against it, and swept her into his arms, kissing her deeply. But it was she, shy, studious Jaina, who broke the kiss and moved toward the bed, leading him by the hand, the orange light from the still- blazing wicker man outside dancing on their skin.

He followed, almost as in a daze, a dream, as they stood beside the bed, their hands clasped so tightly Arthas feared her fingers would snap in his grip. "Jaina," he whispered.

"Arthas," she said, the word a whimper, and kissed him again, her hands reaching up to clasp his face between her hands. He was dizzy with wanting her, and felt suddenly bereft as she drew back. Her breath was soft and warm on his face as she whispered, "I…are we ready for this?"

He started to answer flippantly, but he knew what she was really asking. He could not imagine being more ready to bring this girl the rest of the way into his heart. He had turned down the lovely Taretha, and she had not been the first he had said no to. Jaina, he knew, was even less experienced than he in such matters.

"I am if you are," he whispered hoarsely, and as he bent to kiss her again, he saw the familiar furrow of worry cross her brow. I will kiss it away, he vowed, bringing her onto the bed with him. I will make everything you could ever worry about go away forever.

Later, when the wicker man had finally burned out and the only light on Jaina's sleeping form was the cool blue- white of moonlight, Arthas still lay awake, running his fingers along the curves of her body and alternately wondering where this would all lead and feeling content to simply be in the moment.

He had not tossed in a branch to the wicker man fire, because he had nothing he wished to be rid of. Nor did he now, he thought, bending forward to kiss her. Jaina awakened with a soft sigh, reaching for him.

Jaina awakened with a soft sigh, reaching for him. "No one can seem to deny you anything," she murmured, repeating the words she had said to him the day of their first kiss, "least of all me."

He clutched her to him then, a sudden cold shivering over him, though he had no idea why. "Don't deny me, Jaina. Don't ever deny me. Please."

She looked up at him, eyes glittering in the cool moonlight. "I never would, Arthas. Never."

He feels his body getting warmer and gripped his sword harder. He is now feeling both joyous from the fighting and angry at Jaina. He heard joyous cheers and laughter from inside the city. People hooting and hollering and making many more weird noises, at least to Arthas they were. He remembered the days of happiness and celebration. People were gathering around the square in Capital City, dancing, partying and just enjoying themselves. He felt disgusted. "I have out grown these… parties and dancing. It is just a fool's way to enjoy. Real kings will never do such things." He looked up to the sky. He felt the breeze of the half burned forest on his face. Some trees are still burning. "I will become a better king than my father." He sighed.

He heard horses galloping to the outside of the city. There were five horses. As they came close to Arthas, he smiled at them. He will be amused to see and talk to him once more. The horses stopped, four men and a white haired woman got off their horses. She was eating a piece of beef jerky. He snickered. They walked to him, swords drawn but a staff rested in the hands of the wizard. "Seeing your face once again sickens me Arthas. You should have stayed dead!" Varian, once a friend to Arthas now distrusted him and Jaina's actions.

"Why hello to you to my old friend." He bowed down to the King. "What honor is this that I have to see the king? It flatters me to see you agai-."

"Silence monster! You have not paid for the sins of everything yet, so let me kill you and put you out one last time." He went into an offensive stance, ready to charge in.

"Oh please! Do you really think that you could beat me? How amusing it is to see that."

"I will stab you in the throat, just like you killed your own father!"

Those words hurt him a lot. He puts his other hand on the hilt of the blade. "You will not talk to me like that you little pest! Bring it on if you have the courage to fight me! I will have you killed with no honor just like your father! You will die with much regret!"

"At least my father was not killed by the son he raised and trained!"

She had had enough of this. "ENOUGH!" Both looked at her. "Lower our weapons down!" She looked at Varian. "What happened has happened and nothing could change that. Either accept what happened or suffer eternally for your guilt!" She looked and pointed at Arthas. "And YOU, there were many casualties caused by you because of your clumsy acts of power and swordsmanship. You will not get what I have offered!"

"You offered him a deal! If you offered him a deal then why not just deal with the demons themselves!?"

She paused. She remembered Medivh and his last dying breath. Her anger turned into sorrow as tears streamed down her face. Varian felt guilty. He did not know why she was crying. He thought about it then it came to him. 'Where is Medivh?' He looked around and then knew now why she was crying. He placed a hand by her shoulder to comfort her. "It is okay Jaina."

He looked at Arthas. He saw him laughing an evil laugh. "Oh this is just amusing! I still cannot fathom why you cry for the dead! Death is just death! If you want I will raise him back and puppeteer him." He said jokingly.

They made out a sound of flapping wing from a distance. Jaina looked and she saw Kalecgos and 3 other different colored dragons by his side. As they neared them, they touched down on land and transformed themselves to their humanoid form. Kalecgos ran to Jaina, arms opened, and hugged her. "I have missed you my love."

She returned the hug. "I have you more than you ever know." Alexstrasza felt a smile coming from her face while Ysera and Nozdormu took their gaze to Arthas with much precaution.

"Well to whom do I have the honor of seeing your beloved… lover." Arthas said lover in a bitter way. "I may take it you are her lover?"

"You are correct former Lich King. I suppose you have a problem with it?" Retorted Kalecgos

"I have no such problem dragon." He murmured in anger. As he witnessed them kiss each other. Jaina felt a slight guilt when she saw his face.

"Well then Death Knight, you have been raised again to help us isssss it not right?"

Ysera, her eyes closed, came closer to Arthas, feeling no fear of his blade. When she touched him she saw a frightening creature with two longhorns with rabid teeth and glowing eyes scream at her. She jumped back and the other two Aspects raised hands. "What happened, he just came to greet you." Arthas chuckled.

When Jaina told Kalec about the news of Medivh, he grimaced at the loss of a friend. He then thought about the little amount of magic that is left behind by him. It was radiating from Jaina. He knew that when someone's magic dies, his/her traces of his magic will disappear, but not all of it. 'It probably is because she was healed by Medivh?' He thought to himself. He switched his focus to Varian, who is frowning, and then to Arthas.

Arthas feels that he doesn't belong to this group. He doesn't belong in the world of the living no more. 'I don't belong to living ever since I betrayed my father.' He looked to Nozdormu. "Yes, I will help you people againssssst the might of the Burning Legion." He mocked him. He smiled as Nozdormu's right hand formed arcane symbols. He turned around and puts Frostmourne on his shoulder. "I will just go to a secluded place and rest myself there."

"You will stay here with us and will always be at our sight! You will never be permitted to leave our sight!" Varian yelled at him.

Jaina came out of Kalec's arms and begged Arthas. "Please Arthas, come with us! You must take rest with us and eat! Please come with us!"

"Come on now Jaina. You should stick to a low meat diet. You will get yourself fat and you know that you won't look good fat." He joked again.

"You will not talk to her like that!"

"I don't care! I will do as you asked me to! Are you not satisfied with that? Or are you going to pull the strings on me and puppeteer me just like how I would have done with Medivh when I raise him up from the dead. Where is your code of morals now?" They were surprised at him. It as though he said the past few words in preparation of this type of argument. They know now not to even underestimate his intellectuality.

Jaina sensed in him the seriousness of his words. She is not the only person who understands each other after the relationship. Alexstrasza noticed this too. So she came to a resolve. "Very well then, it is settled! You can move along with your life as you please as long as you do not make bargains with the enemy or pledge your allegiance with them, etc. You will also not leave an area just as Elwynn Forest unless your keeper is within the area." She eyes Jaina. "You will be then keeper since you were the one to raise him. You will have helpers as well. King Varian and Kalecgos will aid you in this matter. You will be watched every single day by my spies to investigate your doings." She paused and breathes in some air. "Are there any who disagree with this conclusion?" No one disagreed. "So from today on, Arthas Menethil you will now become one of the Raised" She walks away from the group along with the other two Aspects. "We are done here. Kalecgos you will be in charge of our forces that fought in the Battle of Sentinel Hill. Make them useful against the Legion." She turned into her dragon form along with Ysera and Nozdormu and went of flying.

"I will do as you wish, my Queen." He bowed down as they left.

Varian walks to his horse with his Royal Guards. "I will reorganize the troops of Stormwind and slowly rebuild and refortify our defenses." He then looks at Arthas and snorted.

They galloped away Kalecgos turns to Jaina. He grabbed her hands and told her, "I will go and help my brethren and clean up the battlefields of Westfall. I will return to Stormwind when we are done. We will feast with you." He kissed her hands and she felt a blush creep up. He then ran and flew away in his dragon form.

Arthas was frowned and felt his heart broke. Jaina exchanged glances with him and then asked him again, "Please come with us Arthas, come with me." Her eyes were glowing white and gave him a reassuring look.

He surprisingly answered her in a soft voice. "Jaina, you know I cannot go with you. How could I go and have a peaceful rest or even a peaceful feast. Everyone despises me, though I do not care. I know that you will only be hurt because of their mockery of me and I would most likely be sent out to the streets or graveyard, where I belong." He turned his back on her and walks away to the forest. He raised his right hand and waves it, dowsing the fires and there were no more of them. Smoke goes between them and their white hair dangled in the wind. Her hands held a piece of clothing close to her heart. She went to her horse, and goes on top of it. She gave one last glance of him and then rode of. Arthas now walks alone on the forest that is now beginning to cover up in smoke. He thought about his words and said to himself, 'You will only be hurt? How did that came over my head?' He looked on Frostmourne. It was silent during the whole conversation. He does not know why but he felt… better.

So you guys noticed that some of the characters are in character and some aren't. Well that sentence was kind of confusing. o_O I'm still not that familiar with the lore yet. I want this story to be as close to the lore as possible. To me the story of Warcraft is good but the World of Warcraft games kind of ruined some of the lore and made holes in the story. Maybe because there is too much going on in the game and I got confused? Whatever it is I will try to keep the story flowing and not lose its edge. Ok then, Sayonara!

P.S. The whole flashback scene with them in Arthas' room was copied from the book. I just typed it down and will just say that it was from the Book Arthas: Rise of the Lich King. I don't want any of it to be inaccurate but I also don't want any Copyright cases going with Blizzard.