Been busy lately, so I haven't been able to update much, but part 4's finally here!
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Atop the Frozen Throne, as the biting winds flew, a Dreadlord was standing in front of the frozen icecube that was the Lich King.
"Something has gone wrong. Why hasn't the boy come?" the cold, dark voice of the Lich King echoed.
"I do not know. After all that has happened, he should have landed in the Fjord... But he hasn't." The Dreadlord answered. "All has not gone according to plan."
"Plans are fragile things, Mal'ganis. But surely you and your masters have something else in plan, hmm?" the voice had a small mocking tone in it.
"Watch your tone, Ner'zhul! It is only by the master's will that you still live, and I am beginning to doubt his decision by the minute."
"Very well, very well. If he is not here, where do you suppose he went?"
"If he went to Kalimdor, then all our plans will be for naught. What of your living servants? Can they do the deed?"
"Many of them come from Dalaran itself," Ner'zhul said. "They could easily sneak the book out. And I think I many know just who could be trustworthy enough for this task..."
The cold winds of the Great Sea blew in Arthas' face. After speaking with his father, what was left of the original Alliance of Lordaeron had all sent men and woman for the travel to Kalimdor. Terenas was very skeptical at first, thinking his son had gone mad because of the Prophet. But after speaking with Uther, Arthas and Jaina for a while, he was eventually convinced to lend Lordaeron's strength to the voyage towards Kalimdor. After a meeting with the remaining leaders of the Alliance, they set sail west, across the sea.
Jaina came out of the cabin, stopping next to Arthas. Arthas turned towards Jaina.
"Jaina... I'm glad you're here. It wouldn't be the same without you."
She smiled at him. It was a beautiful smile, almost as beautiful as during Winter's Veil. The thought of that moment reawakened some past emotions from the night. He grabbed her hand, looking out towards the sea.
"What do you think's waiting out there, on the other side? Other than an enemy more threatening than the undead, of course." He added jokingly.
"I guess we'll only know when we reach there, won't we?"
And as the ships sailed towards the west, the stood atop the deck, holding hands.
A man was walking towards Dalaran. His name was Helcular, and while he was not a Kirin Tor mage per-say, he occasionally went to the magical city. Although he practiced necromancy, he kept it a well-hidden secret from the rest of the world.
At a point where he was close to the city, he heard a voice in his head. He never heard it before, but he knew who it was.
"Helcular... You were the apprentice of Kel'thuzad, were you not? I have a task for you..."
Helcular remained silent, before saying out loud: "What is thy bidding?"
After getting no answer, he figured the Lich King only heard his thoughts.
"What is they bidding?" he said.
"There is something I wish you to retrieve for me..."
