I finally drew Sapphire! You're welcome. The link to it is on my profile. Don't judge my horrible people drawing skills too harshly. And I am wondering, does anyone want me to do a third story, concerning the Cataclysm?


Lily had almost always been a cultist. Her parents had been killed by the Scourge, but she had hated her parents. Her father had been a drunkard and abusive. Her mother had been useless, and took the beatings without fighting back. Karanda and Autum had been left at an orphanage, for their father had not wanted triplets.

That left Lily. She still remembered how her skin used to look, her entire body purple and black from bruises.

When the Scourge had killed them, a necromancer had found the frightened girl hidden in a corner. He must have been sympathetic, for he took her under his wing, and had saved her.

In return, Lily had learned from him, and she was made into a spy, placed in Dalaran as a student. She had been reunited with her sisters, who seemed to have a talent for magic. But Lily did not let them know about her nature, and kept the secret from them expertly.

Of course, she had known who Sapphire was the moment she had seen the girl. Sapphire, the well known Lich King's daughter. The girl had enraged Lily. What idiot would run away from the Scourge, the wonderful Lich King?

But now, Arthas Menethil was useless, and Lily had turned to Ner'zhul, who had promised her power beyond her comprehension.

She held Jaina by the arm, and growled when the mage moved. The girl had her knife gripped in her hand tightly, knuckles white with tension.

Sapphire was on the altar, and Lily had to pull Jaina away from it. Necromancers approached, and Sapphire was trying to keep calm. But Lily saw through the bravado. That girl was starting to get scared. Why, Lily did not know. She would gladly offer herself to her master. Why Sapphire, the ungrateful bitch, got that honor, Lily was not allowed to question.

Lily took Jaina closer to Ethan, and did not notice the blood dripping from the woman's hands.


Arthas watched in horror as Ner'zhul approached his daughter. The necromancers had summoned up dark magic, and Sapphire was caught up in it, and unable to move. She was hyperventilating.

The man snarled, and thrashed in the deathknights' grip.

He was able to break free of one's hands, but a kick sent him to ground. But it pulled the other deathknight down, and Arthas took that as an advantage.

He snarled, and pulled the undead off of him. He quickly got up, and snarled at the other one, tackling him. He grabbed the deathknight, a human man older than himself. With one hand, he punched the deathknight and his knuckles broke. There was pain, but Arthas ignored it. He felt a tingling in his veins, and looked over to Ner'zhul. The undead was too busy with the necromancers.

Sapphire was openly showing fear now.

He looked over to Jaina, and his chest tightened. He looked at the knife against the mage.

"Jaina..." He growled.

The woman heard him, and looked up. Ethan heard too, and snarled. He jumped up, and lunged at Lily. The girl cried out, and twisted around. The knife buried itself in the boy's chest, and he gasped.

"No! Arthas yelled. He ran over to them, and pulled Lily off of Ethan. The girl snarled, but Arthas was not in a merciful. He pushed her against the ground, and stomped hard on her leg. There was a crack, and Lily screamed.

Arthas turned to Ner'zhul, for now he noticed.

The undead glared at him, hands glowing darkly.

Arthas felt Jaina take his hand with her own, and he felt cold metal.

The man stiffened, and grew cold himself. The metal felt familiar, and comforting. And after a second, he smiled.

He remembered...everything.


Sapphire saw the cold smile on her father's face, and hoped that was because he got the shard, and was happy that he was going to kill Ner'zhul.

She had been all right in the beginning, but as the necromancers had circled around her, she started growing worried. Then scared, as the hooded figure of Ner'zhul came forward. He had seen the fear, and seemed to enjoy it. The dark magic touching her had terrified her, and made her breathing difficult. She felt light-headed.

Now, Ner'zhul was facing her father. Real father. Ner'zhul had tricked her, and drugged her.

Ethan lay on the ground, a dagger in his chest, and that was another reason of her fear. He was not moving. Sapphire wanted to go to him, but dark magic kept her in a tight bind. It squeezed her, and made her skin itch irritably.

"Arthas! You look happy. Why, when I am going to turn your daughter into nothing, like you did to me?"

"I'm happy, for I am going to finish what I started," Arthas growled.

Arthas roared, and ice formed underneath Ner'zhul's feet. The hooded undead fell with a cry of outrage, and hit the ground. The undead quickly got back to his feet, but Arthas was already striding up to him, fury on his face. The undead were confused, and did not react.

Ner'zhul grabbed one of his servant's runeblade's and raised it toward Arthas. Darion Morgraine attacked the undead that had their confiscated weapons. He grabbed Ethan's and tossed it to Arthas. The man caught it deftly, and Ner'zhul lunged.

They fought, swords banging on each other with metallic clangs. Arthas held the one-handed sword that Ethan used awkwardly, but he had it better than Ner'zhul. The evil spirit's attacks were shaky, and the blocks barely able to protect him.

Sapphire felt the magic tighten around her, and she gasped in discomfort.

Darion was able to wrestle his swords from the undead, and he killed any undead near him. They fought now, eagerly wanting to rip the Highlord's throat out.

A shudder went through the whole room, and it lurched to one side. There was a low, thundering groan.

Jaina was useless, for she could not do her magic as well in the necropolis. She only knew that now, but it did not stop her from attacking the necromancers that held Sapphire prisoner. Weaker, but still strong spells was what she used. Fire balls, and spikes of ice quickly killed the necromancers, because they were unable to break off the spell on Sapphire quickly and defend themselves.

After the last two died, the misty magic around Sapphire dissipated, and the girl gasped in relief. Jaina came over to her, and helped the girl to her feet. But Sapphire was watching Arthas.

He deftly slashed at Ner'zhul, and the undead's sword hand was cut off. The sword hit the ground.

"Argh!" The evil spirit clutched the stump, and backed away. Arthas snarled, and pulled out the shard.

Sapphire watched her father grab the undead, and stab him in the chest, like Lily had done to Ethan. The shard glowed, and Ner'zhul shrieked. The room lurched again, steeply this time. Sapphire fell to the ground, yelping.

Ner'zhul's body went limp. Arthas let it hit the ground, and looked at the glowing shard. He bent down, and ripped the shard back out. Then, pulled his hood up moodily, eerily like

Ner'zhul was gone, trapped in the shard. He might be able to be released eventually, but they would worry about that later. Sapphire yanked herself from her mother, and ran over to Arthas. He saw her, and then grabbed her painfully. He pulled her into a hug.

The doors were slammed open, and Lethumo ran in. He was bloody, and his purple hair was disheveled. More deathknights, Ebon Blades, came in too. They went to Darion, and Arthas glared at them. All of them had their swords already out, and the points were directed at him. He pushed Sapphire behind him, and growled ferally. The hood hid who he was, but still, he was clearly no Ebon Blade deathknight.

Darion had been kneeling next to Ethan, but the Highlord stood up, and commanded the deathknights to lower their weapons. They did so reluctantly.

Sapphire pushed past Arthas, and ran to Ethan. The boy lay limply on the saronite floor. Sapphire placed her hand on his face, and looked at the blade in his chest. She wondered if she could pull it out.

"Ethan? Ethan...Wake up."

"We need to leave. The Ebon Blades cleared a path, but Naxxramas is descending, slowly. The magic holding it up is draining away. And we don't want to be in it when it fails!" Lethumo said.

Arthas and Darion watched each other, both scowling.

"Ebon Blades! Let us leave. Ignore him."

Sapphire looked up at him in surprise, but the man walked to Arthas.

"Do not make me regret this ridiculous choice to spare your life."

"Then do not interfere. I have learned...I shall not deviate back to my old self," Arthas growled.

"Better not," Darion snarled, voice dripping with threat. He held up a runeblade, and tossed it at Arthas's feet. Then, ordered the other deathknights out. Lethumo stayed, and tilted his head at Arthas.

"What did I miss?"

Sapphire felt tears in her eyes, and she turned to look at her father. He did not return it, just watched the deathknights leave.

With another groan, the room tilted to the side. The girl yelped. Only then did Arthas looked at Sapphire. He came over to her.

"Move." Sapphire did so, and her father picked up Ethan.

"Sapphire, come," Arthas growled, walking out of the room.

"Arthas! What about me?" Jaina cried out, seemingly forgotten.

He turned his head to her, and gave her a dark look.

"What?" He snapped. The woman flinched. Sapphire looked in confusion at her parents.

Before Jaina could respond, Arthas spoke, "Do what you want, woman. I am taking my daughter and Ethan back to my Citadel. Go back to that filthy mud hole you call home. I don't want you anymore."

Sapphire jerked back in surprise, but he was striding away. She looked back at her shocked mother. Jaina looked so stricken. The girl bit her lip, and gave her mother a small smile.

Sapphire ran off to join her father.

"Dad? What happened with you and Mom?"

"Never mention her again. I don't want her."

Sapphire looked at her father. His voice took on a dangerous, dark tone. He sounded like Ner'zhul had, which frightened Sapphire.

A large chunk of the necropolis cracked, and fell toward them. Sapphire used her own magic to stop it, and gasped at the draining feeling in her. She fell to one knee, and Lethumo picked her up. Dust filled the air, causing Sapphire to cough.

"Can't we take a deathgate?"

The night elf shook his head. "The rate that Naxxramas is falling is too fast. We wouldn't be able to make one without stabilizing it."

Arthas found a balcony, and before they knew it, Invincible dove toward them, and landed hard on his hooves, wings flaring up. A skeletal gryphon also landed, squawking ghostly. Sapphire frowned, and looked for something else to come. Nothing.

"Night elf! On the gryphon. Get on Invincible, Sapphire!" Arthas roared. The girl stared at him, and obeyed. Only now did Arthas rip out the dagger from Ethan's chest. He put his hand on it, and ice formed over the wound. Then, he placed Ethan in front of Sapphire on the horse.

"What about you?" Sapphire asked worriedly.

Arthas did not reply. He smacked Invincible on the rump, and the animal reared up. Sapphire was barely able to get a grip on the horse before he took off.

As soon as the horse's hooves left the balcony, the magic on Naxxramas failed.