The world whispered with the news of events happening upon the roof of the world. Northrend had become a nest of activity since the months that had passed since the second battle between Illidan and Arthas, and while the Alliance and Horde both sought their own means to assault the Lich King, the Kirin Tor had moved the city of Dalaran itself to Northrend to confront the Lich King directly.

Together Illidan and Maiev had been exploring Northrend. Illidan had taken them from the Moon Glades, and since then they had been searching for the Lich King's heart, first stepping foot on the shores of Dragon Blight. And while they had searched they had worked to undermine the Lich Kings operations, paving the way for the Alliance and Horde. Now as the heroes that had arisen on both sides made their way into Northrend, they had focused their efforts into finding Arthas Menethil's heart, without it the Prince would never be able to regain his body.

"Illidan what are we doing on this mountain?" Maiev asked. "We should be fighting the undead, or striking at the Lich King directly." Maiev peered into the distance; Icecrown Citadel was clearly visible from their position.

"I can feel it Maiev." Illidan told her. "The Light guides us here; this is the path we must follow."

Maiev watched as Illidan kept climbing up into the mountains. The bitter wind continued to assault them as they climbed higher. She wrapped her cloak tightly around herself, the wind still managed to find its way past her furs, chilling her to the bone. Yet Illidan wore nothing above his waist, his skin exposed to the elements. The light within him warmed his body from within.

"There!" Illidan called, pointing down the path.

"By Elune!" Maiev whispered. The place that Illidan had pointed to was filled with activity; dark cultists were digging up dragon bones, then filling them with unholy magic's. Even now the sky above held a few of the undead beasts. A huge creator dominated the scene below, smaller holes that the cultists were making as they searched for more bones surrounded it.

"World guide me." Illidan preyed, holding his arms out ward, blades of light formed in both his hands, roots sprouted from his arms, surrounding the light. Within seconds twin blades, like those he had once wielded, had formed. The blades looked like they were made of gnarled bark, the edge of the blades shined with the light held within. Maiev had witnessed the blades cut through ranks of undead, turning all it touched to smoke, that vanished upon the air.

Illidan asked the spirits to hide their charge as they descended upon the cultists. A mist formed before them. They nodded at each other as they came within range; together they blinked from cultist to cultist, an ability that allowed them to teleport a short distance, as they brought death to the necromancers. Like blurs they passed through the ranks, Illidan like light, and Maiev, shadow. Within seconds the cultists had fallen beneath their blades..

When the last cultist fell a roar shook the mountain, followed by others. The undead dragons had noticed the two night elves and flew to engage them.

"Light show them the way." Illidan preyed, runes of light burst into life upon his chest. A nova of light exploded forth from his body; expanded outward it quickly engulfed the undead dragons, turning their bones to dust.

Illidan fell to his knee, the power he had unleashed left him drained.

"You should not flaunt your power so." Maiev warned him.

"I do not flaunt anything Maiev." Illidan gasped. "I only channelled what the Light granted me"

"A whole brood of the blue dragons fell here." A voice said.

Maiev gasped, she blinked beside Illidan, her body turned toward the voice, which belonged to a small boy.

"And one by one, they were being raised by his servants." The boy told them. "He raised the biggest of them all himself. Bring me some bone dust from the whelps you laid to rest and I'll show you exactly how he did it."

Maiev stood frozen. To see a human child within the frozen wastes of Icecrown citadel was so out of place she was at a lost for what to do. The boy continued to look between Illidan and her, a faint smile touching his lips, looking for all the world as if he had just asked them if they wanted to hear a story and awaited their response.

Illidan put a hand on her shoulder; she smelled the earthly scent that had become a part of him since his transformation, and the soothing calm that came with being the focus of his eyes.

"He means us no harm. "Illidan told her.

"I would very much like to see that." He called to the boy. "I will bring you the dust, as you have asked."

Maiev stood there, her blades had fallen to her side, as she watched Illidan collect the dust from the dragons he had slain. She simply watched as she tried to make sense of the events that were unfolding before her.

"Here you go." Illidan told the boy, as he handed him the bone dust.

The boy smiled brightly as he took the dust, placing it within his pocket and beamed at the two night elves, offering them his hand.

"I'll show you now." He said.

As the two of them took his hand the world around them melted away, replaced with the same location, but this time unmolested by the cultists.

"Watch what the king does." The boy told them.

The three of them turned to watch as the Lich King walked down the same path that Illidan and Maiev had taken.

The Lich King walked into the centre of where the creator had once been, he unsheathed Frostmourne he held the blade before him. The runes began to burn blue; sucking in the cold from the air and snow, until the blade burned with frozen fire. Gripping Frostmourne in both hands the Lich King plunged the blade into the ice. A sound like the world splitting echoed throughout the whole of Icecrown Citadel as huge cracks began to split the ice.

Taking up his sword the Lich King walked to the edge of the cliff, looking down upon the land below. Illidan and Maiev looked below, but they saw nothing but darkness.

The Ice continued to crack, and huge chucks began to rise from the ground, as bones, monstrous in size began to rip themselves free from the icy prison that had held them.

The ground split and trembled throughout the entire area, as huge chunks of ice flew from the ground, as the monstrous bones pulled themselves from beneath the ground, until finally a huge dragon, rivalling that of the largest dragons, save the Aspects themselves, stood once more. The creature itself was nothing but bone, a blue fire burned within its body, as it walked to stand over the Lich King. Opening its maw wide, the undead dragon unleashed its roar.

Illidan, Maiev, and the child watched below as the roar echoed, and filled the lands below. Blue lights, like those within the dragon's body began to light up in the lands below, the three of them beheld the Lich Kings army as the blue lights continued to spread, covering all the lands below, and then the memory faded away.

The boy let go of their hands, a knowing smile still spread upon his lips.

"You know I have been waiting for you?" The boy told Illidan. "I know you wish to ask me things, but I can't just tell you, he will get mad if I do that, you know his no longer the prince right? His the King!

"Can you help us." Illidan asked the boy. "We need to find his heart."

The boys smiled turned to a frown. "They touched it you know?" He said. "I told them not to. I hid them as best I could, but he will find them, and now he knows they found it!"

"The heart?" Illidan asked

"Your battle with him was the closest he had ever come to truly dying you know?" The boy asked Illidan. "After he had fought you he realized he was being held back, was still human, and still had a heart. He cut it from his chest and threw it down a pit. The others found it there, and touched it."

"Where is it?" Illidan asked again. "We must save it."

"I will show you then." The boy said. "Close your eyes, and you will see…"