Arthas
"Who's the greatest Paladin of all time?" a man with whitening hair asked.
"Turalyon of course. You of all people should know that Lord Uther," an energetic blonde kid said, with stars brimming in his eyes. He looks about six years old, with a simple white long sleeved shirt and brown pants.
The man, now known as Uther closed his eyes and shook his head. It was not of disappointment, but of amusement as the boy has shown interest of being a soldier of the Light. Paladins, as the King had called them, uses the power of the Light and has the skills of a knight. He, along with this Turalyon, as the boy mentioned him, is one of the first Paladins that served the Alliance. Sadly, Turalyon is presumed dead after not returning for almost two decades because of the Alliance Expedition in the Outlands. He sighed once again as he looked over the horizon in the palace's many terraces.
"Come now Uther, I was only joking! You are also one of the greatest paladins I ever knew!" the boy said while waving his hands in defense, completely oblivious of the old Paladin's thoughts.
The man chuckled with mirth. "Wrong again lad, YOU will be the greatest Paladin that will ever walk in this world," he said.
The boy's eyes widened and sparked with delight. He grinned toothily from ear to ear. He was about to say something when the doors connecting the palace's tower and the terrace opened. There in the door, a young woman with red hair was panting and sweating heavily.
"Arthas! Come and get changed immediately. The leaders of the Alliance are coming in just a few short minutes," the woman said.
Arthas groaned as he will yet again experience being sucked out of life with the kingdom's tailors forcing their fashion sense unto him. Sadly, it was inevitable. The youngster just sighed in defeat.
"I'm coming sister Calia," he said to the woman. He gave Uther one last smile and punched his stomach lightly. He then trudged off into his sister, who gave Uther a short nod of recognition.
Uther looked at the boy in admiration. Not only was the boy not complaining nor protesting but he also is very modest. "He will be a fine king someday," he thought. He smiled and waved them off as the two exited the terrace.
"I swear I will protect you with everything I have," he said in silence as he serenely watched the sun setting down.
The ballroom seemed one made of luxury, with expensive cloths covering the tables and extravagant decorations arranged all over the place. The walls were filled with expensive paintings and the ceiling is full of bright lights with a massive chandelier in the middle. The stairs in the middle back of the room was carpeted in red. On the second floor overlooking the ground floor, is filled with sculptures of well-known men and women in the whole kingdom. The room is full of important people in the Alliance, Generals, Royalties, Admirals, Magisters and the like. Arthas is in one corner holding a goblet of water looking very out of place. He wants to get out of there, as fast as possible. The room was filled with heroes, he sure knows that. But there are also those people he viewed as disgusting. Even for a young fellow like him, he is smart enough to distinguish those he dares not approach. One of those people is that racist Garithos. He kept rambling all the time saying how much he hated the elves and that they should be kicked out of the Alliance.
Arthas drank his water all the way down and refilled it again. He then went back into the corner sulking to himself. Unfortunately, he was about to get company, a girl his age with blond pigtails approached him with the same sulking look. She was wearing a sleeveless blue dress that reached to her lower knees. She also wears matching blue gloves and blue sandals. The girl really like the color blue, Arthas presumed.
Arthas looked at her and recognized the expression the girl wears. It was one of his apparently, one that he is currently wearing now. "You know about them too huh?" he asked.
"Yes, those people are worthless. At least in my eyes, especially that Kel'thuzad," the girl replied in annoyance. They saw the man in robes of black and fancy clothes adorned with gold. The old man has a greying beard and eyes that seemed full of malice when you look up close.
"Oh, the mage? I heard he gets accused of illegal experiments and was thrown into the Dalaran prison. But all those accusations are actually unreal… from what I've heard." The young boy looked at his newfound companion with a questioning look.
"No, that man is bad news. I've seen his experiments and… and they're scary, at the very least. I don't know how he got out of prison but all I know is someone in the central government is working for him," the girl writhed in anger.
The two paused their chattering for a while. All that remained is a comfortable silence, until Arthas broke the ice. He seemed to wonder how he and the girl had spent time talking not knowing each others names.
"What's your name milady?" Arthas asked the girl while kissing her hand.
The girl giggled and said, "I did not know you were such a charmer Prince Arthas."
Arthas just chuckled and let go of her hand. He was wondering how a girl like her know him.
"My name is Jaina Proudmoore, daughter of Lord Admiral Daelin Proudmoore. Oh, and I know you because of father's tutors telling me about other nation's nobilities."
The two conversed some more and was finally feeling the party. Then suddenly, they noticed Kel'thuzad looking over them. He stared at Arthas with emphasis. He walked over them and smiled sweet at the girl, while bowing to Arthas. "My prince," he called him.
Arthas returned the expression by bowing to him. The man then looked at Arthas longingly and blurted out, "In time my lord… in time." He then made his exit and left the two kids with expressions of anxiety and fear. They were left wondering what the hell the old man just said to him. It was undoubtedly creepy, as Calia would say if she was on their shoes.
"Let's just get out of this place," Arthas said and grabbed the girl's hand and left the room sneakily dodging the guards. He led her into the terrace that he and Uther just spent time moments ago. The night sky is moonless and rid of clouds. The heavens sparkled with twinkling stars. The boy looked at young Jaina blushing. He did not realize he was still holding her hand. He quickly let go and blushed heavily in return. They looked away from each other, then Arthas snorted, then the snorts turned to giggles which quickly turned to full blown laughs. Finally settling, they looked at the sky and noticed a shooting star cruising the dark yonder.
Jaina jumped in excitement. "Quickly Arthas! Let's make a wish!" she said. She grabbed his hand again and closed her eyes.
Arthas copied her and wished, "I wish I can protect everything and everyone I hold dear."
Unconscious of their surroundings, a bright, calming light washed over their heads with an army of angels above them holding their swords up high with their wings spread showing them in all their glory. For this they knew, the Chosen Champion of the Light will soon bring salvation upon the world.