Hey guys, what's up? I REALLY happy with all the reviews I got from only the prologue so I decided to continue the story to further extent. Thank u everyone who reviewed.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WARCRAFT 3 BUT SOME OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE.

Chapter 1

Deep within the recess of Northend, at the capital of the new Undead armada, The Black Citadel of the Ice Throne, waited a silent dark being. The other undead warriors were all inside, either in the Black Citadel itself or in some other lodging. Not even the acolytes would work in the snow of Northend. The lone warrior rode his steed with great speed and wielded the powerful Frostmourne. He was heir to a kingdom which he personally burned down. He had served for his people… only to kill them at the end. He was Arthas, King of Lorderon and champion of the Undead.

The Death Knight waited in front of the mighty castle of The Ice Throne. He had waited for about an hour now. Arthas frowned. The young man was not a patient person and when upset, Arthas was quite deadly…

' Where ARE the others? They better be here soon or else…'

As the young prince thought to himself, his trusty steed snorted. Arthas immediately reacted to it's response. Unlike the other horses, which are dumb and have no intelligence what so ever, his steed was a higher being than it's race. It was smart, sly, and dangerous. Just like Arthas. Arthas turned to see who caused his horse to react. The intruder came down from the main passage. He, the prince could now identify gender, also rode a horse. The intruder carried a long rune blade of great mysterious power. Although the rune blade was not nearly as powerful as Frostmourne, it still held some attributes that would cause sheer terror to mortal man. Also like Arthas, the intruder had long hair and was paler then normal human beings. Yes, the intruder, like Arthas, was a death knight. His name was Pernolde.

Despite the similarities, both death knights were very different. Pernolde was reaching his late 50s while Arthas was just approaching his early 30s. Pernolde once blonde hair was growing white and his body seemed to have given up on being flexible. Then again, Arthas and Pernolde, although Arthas would never admit it, had very similar pasts. Long ago, during the Second War against the orcs, Pernolde was the leader of the small nation Alterac. The young leader, nervous and scared, made a pact with the orc chieftain, Doomhammer, that if the orc would spare his nation, Pernolde would help the orc with the invasion. Arthas' father, Terenas, quickly ended the rebellion and put Pernolde in prison for treachery. Not too long ago, Arthas accidentally found Pernolde while raiding a prison camp near the edges of Dalaran. Eager to live, Pernolde made yet another pact; this time, in exchange for his soul to the Lich King, he would receive ultimate power.

Arthas, disgusted by Pernolde's coward ness, admits that Pernolde had achieved victory at crucial standing points. Still, it did not mean he had to respect the other death knight.

" Hello, Pernolde." Arthas replied coldly.

Pernolde attempted a sort of bow to the fellow Death Knight. " And my greetings to you, Prince Arthas."

" You are late. Where are the others?" Arthas growled.

Pernolde shrugged. " I was… occupied with other matters. As for the others, I cannot say."

Arthas snorted. Typical for the others to be late. At least Pernolde could show up earlier, even though he was tardy.

" How has your 'Animation of the Dead' spell gone? Any luck?" The young prince sneered.

The older Death Knight stiffened by the question. Pernolde knew that Arthas was making fun of him. For quite some time now, the death knights have been notoriously known by their ultimate spell; capable of raising a handful of fallen men and have total control over them, ignoring their past allegiance. Pernolde though was a death knight incapable of this. Despite his effort day by day, he could not even raise one corpse to the living.

But Pernolde knew better than to smart mouth Arthas, despite his sneering question.. Though a pup, Arthas wielded incredible power; with the sword, Frostmourne, his power is near invincibility. Even without the sword, Arthas was still more than a match for Pernolde.

The death knight shrugged once more and answered, " I am still trying."

The weather in Northend began to worsen. Both death knights could feel the small frost turn into heavier snow. Soon it would hail. As the weather began to change, Arthas noticed a few more individuals coming toward them.

Arthas smiled. " Ah, yes. Here comes Baron Lightstalker and Baron Saron." He turned to Pernolde. " We should head inside the Black Citadel to avoid the storm."

Pernolde nodded. Both the Death Knights rushed toward gates of the mighty Citadel. As they entered, they were both greeted by 4 ghouls whom were guarding the front gate. As they pasted, Arthas told one of the ghouls to tell Baron Lightstalker and Saron to meet at the Halls of Despair. The two lone commanders walked up the stairs of the Citadel and went into the Halls.

The Halls of Despair was a meeting area for all the Undead commanders; to strategize for an attack or a counter. Usually the halls were crowded by either small warriors such as ghouls, acolytes, or even zombies or main commanders such as Lich's, necromancer's, or banshee's.

Actually, the banshees were everywhere in this Citadel. Always moaning about their deaths, It was quite annoying at times. But today, Their was not even a peep in the whole castle.

As the two death knights took a seat at the long able, both waited for their counter-parts. A 10 minute wait was all, as two figures cam in the hall.

Baron Lightstalker was younger than Pernolde but older then Arthas. He was once a fine military general in the long ago Stormgarde's army. No one knows why he resigned the army, which was right before the invasion of the Scourge, but the group of death knights know that if Lightstalker had stayed with the humans, the whole invasion's success would have been in a different turn. It is also known that Lightstalker was not his real name. He once had a name different but refuses to reveal it to his fellow companions. He had long brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He was also more physically built in the body than all the other death knights.

Baron Saron was a unique death knight. At the mere age of 18, Saron is the youngest death knight of the lot. Unlike the traditional long hair like the others, Saron had short fine black hair and eyes of darkness as well. Despite these differences though, all were paler in the skin than normal humans and each carried a rune blade with amazing power.

Lightstalker grunted. " You could've waited."

" I had to wait for an hour for you, I was not about to wait for you in the storm." Arthas snapped.

" Enough. Why have you summoned us here?" Saron asked.

Arthas turned his attention to him.

" Yes, I have summoned you all here, but not under my commands. Under the commands of the Great One himself, The Lich King."

Arthas gazed at all of them. He noticed that the others went even more paler in skin than they already were.

" The Lich King is somewhat… disappointed in you all." Arthas paused. " As you know, Tichondrius is dead but there is still two more dreadlords out there and as long as these

dreadlords are in this world, the Lich King cannot further accomplish his ultimate goal."

He gazed at all of the death knights and turned around, facing his back at them.

" It seems," Arthas continued. " that both dreadlords have been located. One is hiding in the recess of Grim Batol while the other is hiding in Quel'thalas."

Arthas turned around and glared at Saron. So did the others. Quel'thalas was Saron's territory. Arthas took some pleasure in watching Saron open his mouth as to protest but held his tongue.

" but," Arthas moved on, " fortunately, the Lich King is very considerate. He knows how… elusive the dreadlords can be. So, The Lich King has decided, under very careful review, to make his move. Here is the plan."

Arthas paused in front of Saron.

" Saron, The Lich King wants you to kill the dreadlord in Quel'thalas."

Saron bit his lower lips. Arthas knew immediately that this plan did not suit well for Saron.

" What, is one dreadlord too much for you?" Arthas sneered.

Saron shook his head. " Hardly. But I have recently received word that a small band of elves have openly attacked 1 of my smaller settlements. As vast as my army is, a dreadlord and a band of elves could prove to be… a nuisance."

' Of course. Saron and his elven whores. How could I forget?' Arthas thought

Out of all the death knights, Saron was unanimously the sickest of them all. He choose Quel'thalas as his territory for one reason: because of all the beautiful elven females. Now, they are his sex toys, being used and abused.

" Are you telling me that you cannot handle a small band of elven rebels and 1 dreadlord?" Snorted Arthas.

Saron hesitated. " No… but I would rather have the elves captured. To punish them."

" Why? You already have about 100 elven whores." Lightstalker mumbled.

Pernolde sneered at Saron. The youngest death knight's pale face went bright red as he looked down.

Arthas sighed. " Very well. I will have my finest warriors under your control."

Saron nodded with satisfaction. Arthas turned to Lightstalker.

" You will need to take care of the dreadlord at Grim Batol, understand?"

Lightstalker nodded.

" Wait, shouldn't I take care of that? My area is much closer to Grim Batol than Lightstalker's!" Pernolde blurted.

Arthas snorted.

' Idiot' At least Lightstalker didn't question his authority. Pernolde and Saron were fools and easy manipulate but Lightstalker… was different. Arthas would have to watch him closely.

" If you would let me finish, perhaps I can answer your question? As I said, Lightstalker will take care of the dreadlord because you, Pernolde, will have a ….different agenda."

Pernolde became interested.

Arthas stared at Pernolde.

" Pernolde, the Lich King has enough…faith in you to send you out on a very important task. If you succeed, you will be greatly rewarded."

Now Pernolde was beyond interested. He wanted to do it without even knowing what is was. Whatever ' reward' the Lich King gave was usually one of tremendous appeal.

The fallen prince continued. " You are to send your whole army and begin invading the edges of Kalimdor. It's time to set afoot the Lich King's ultimate plan into action."

How did u like? Plz Read and Review. If u do, I'll continue with a lot more! Srry about the delay of this chapter. Un fortunately, all the other chapters will have to come out this slow too. I am getting way too much homework and can just barely squeeze my time with this. Unless anything new happens, it this the progress rate. =( L

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