Arthas looked down at his son-in-law. He was as insensible as a stone.
"Great...I thought you were more cold-blooded than that, Ethan!"
The man watched as Kel'thuzad was dragged from whatever hiding hole he had dug, and was flung here. The lich fell to the ground, hitting the hard saronite floor. Anti-magic shields were created, and the lich looked around in anger.
"How dare you summon me, Arthas! I am not some dog-"
"Yes, you are. Or at least your grandson is," Arthas snapped.
"I have no grandson."
Arthas narrowed his eyes. "Oh really? Not even Ethan Calwood, my son-in-law!"
Kel'thuzad looked to where Arthas pointed, to the unconscious boy.
"That? You think that creature is my grandson? I know your brain must have rotted while you were dead, but I did not all of it was damaged."
"Shut the hell up, Kel'thuzad. That is Ethan, son of Randall Calwood."
That got the lich's attention. "Randall...You idiot. Why did you not tell me..."
Arthas realized Ke'thuzad was not talking to him, and he spoke a bit kinder to the lich. "He had five sons, all of them dead but Ethan. Your son is dead. And it is my understanding that your beloved cat is gone too, crushed underneath Naxxramas. Yes?"
The lich was staring at Ethan. "What do you want?"
"The Book of Medivh. That's all. You can go back to sulking in a cave for all I care. But I am more compassionate now. If you give me the book, I will let you stay here. You can speak with your grandson, and I might even let you see your great-grandchild when it is born."
"Great grandchild!"
"Yes. Sapphire is pregnant."
"Ah...Of course your daughter would let herself be impregnated by that boy. If he is truly related to me, he would have exceptional skills at dealing with the opposite sex."
Arthas curled his lip in disgust. "Perverted lich."
"I am just pointing out the facts. Now, what happened to him? He's obviously not dead."
"No. He passed out when he found out he was related to you. Now, will you give me the Book of Medivh! There are a lot of dragons and Twlight's Hammer cultists at my front door."
"Twilight's Hammer? I despise them."
"Good. Then you should be on my side. Get me that book."
Nicci hesitantly approached Marwyn, who was holding the baby still. Nicci was unsure about the child. But when she saw the sweet face, the blue eye, and thin layer of golden hair, the necromancer fell in love. She refused to hold the baby, saying Angelica was not her charge. Marwyn was happy with that. He could keep the girl to himself.
Sapphire was smiling, and Nicci noticed the bulge of the girl's stomach. Sapphire was with child, that Nicci knew. She did not really understand how deathknights could reproduce, but she was happy for Sapphire. From what the necromancer remembered about Ethan, he had seemed to care a lot about Sapphire. Nicci was almost tempted to tell Sapphire about the possibility that Ethan was related to Kel'thuzad.
Marwyn bounced the baby up and down in his arms, talking soothingly to her. Nicci had to deal with the deathknight before with Sapphire. They had shared in taking care of her for a while, but the Lich King had made Marwyn do more work, keeping him away from the girl.
"Isn't she so cute?" Sapphire asked Nicci. The necromancer nodded.
"Yes."
The necromancer smiled at Sapphire, then blinked. She had noticed, but Sapphire's neck was bare. She had no collar. Why did she not have a collar?
The door opened, and this time, a blonde woman came in. Nicci saw the resemblance to Sapphire. Her skin was darker than Sapphire's, but the girl had been raised in darkness. Away from the light of the sun. Nicci used to have tanned skin, but it had paled when she started living in the Citadel.
Sapphire turned to smile. "Mother! Look, it's Nicci my old caretaker."
The woman frowned at Nicci. "A necromancer."
Her tone was of disapproval, and Nicci scowled. She did not care for that woman's judgement.
"Yeah! Nicci, this is my mother, Jaina Proudmoore. Mom, Nicci...Oh. I never learned your last name."
"Moreau. Nicci Moreau."
"Hello, Miss Moreau. Marwyn, I will take my daughter now."
The deathknight nodded reluctantly. "Okay..."
Jaina took Angelica into her arms, and sat down onto the bed. Marwyn looked at the baby sadly.
Nicci glared at her. "You do not deserve the Lich King's attentions."
Everyone looked at her. Jaina was surprised. "Excuse me?"
"You abandoned Sapphire for no good reason. You left her, because you were afraid. I don't know how the Master saw to forgive you, but it is entirely undeserved. Don't you dare treat that child the same way."
"Nicci!" Sapphire cried out, but the necromancer left. Nicci slammed the door, tears stinging her eyes.
A twilight drake looked up at Icecrown Citadel. He snarled. The wind was dying down, and he was eager to fight. To kill things, and feed on their magic. The dragon could taste the dark magic that was being used in the giant structure. He wanted it, and so did all of his brethren.
They all growled. They had been grounded because of the storm, but it was slowly weakening. Behind the dragons, thousands of dragonkin and other creatures were impatient for the death and destruction they so desired. Elementals, Ogres, and even Vrykul had joined the army.
This was just to destroy one enemy, but they would destroy the Horde and Alliance afterwards. Lord Deathwing wanted to kill this enemy first, and have his children feed on every single ounce of magic in this place. To kill everything that moved.
Now that the storm was dying down, Glacier could see the army. It was too close for comfort. The Scourge was not nearly as powerful as it used to be. The population of the living was bigger than the undead, a lot of them children.
Glacier remembered having children. And she remembered them dying, ten thousand years ago. She did not remember her name, what her life had been like, but she did remember her children. Being killed by the very dragon that had sent this army.
She growled, anger boiling up inside of her. The dragon clenched her claws on the platform she stood on. Glacier was beyond mad. She was murderous.
The dragon roared, the sound carrying for miles in the icy landscape.
Arthas heard it inside the Citadel, and knew it was Glacier. He mentally reached out for her, and saw her flying off.
Glacier! No! He saw the large Frostwyrm flying toward the army. Panic seized him, and he tried to order her back. But she did not listen.
Just as the enemy dragons saw her, Glacier veered off. Arthas felt relief, but then he was utterly confused. She was not coming back to the Citadel.
He saw her flying over the mountains of Icecrown Glacier, and then continuing south into Dragon Blight.
Glacier, where are you going? Glacier?
It was then Arthas realized his storm had calmed down. He turned his attention from the Frostwyrm. Kel'thuzad had not gotten the book yet. Arthas realized just how close the army was.
He instantly started telling every undead and cultist linked to him what needed to be doing.
The Lich King swore, and took his sword out. He looked at Ethan, who sat against the wall morosely.
"Ethan...Get out of the Citadel."
The boy snapped his head up. "What?"
"It's too late. My storm did not stop them at all. Go get Sapphire and Angelica. Jaina is too stubborn to leave, but you can at least save them. Take Invincible."
"What about everyone else?"
"Medivh had a spell that could have sealed off the Citadel from attack but we won't have time to do it. They can go through Azjol-Nerub. Icecrown Citadel is connected to it. Now go!"
Ethan sprang to his feet, and ran. He stopped for a second at the door to look at Arthas, but the man snapped at him.
"Get out, you idiot!"