More about my story :D - It takes place at the beginning of the Undead Frozen Throne chapter to when Arthas leaves for Northrend. So, I do have a planned ending, but don't expect it for awhile as I'm a very VERY slow writer. Though it's mostly a short romance between Sylvanas and Arthas, it also has a kind of friendship forming between all 3 of them. I'm thinking most of the storyline will be in 3rd person, but mainly focused on Sylvanas. Before you flame me! - This is an alternate story line, and the character traits are probably a bit bent out of shape in my little world, so please understand. ;) Sorry the first chapter is short, I just wanted to post something! @_@
Sometimes you will see a separate line in 's, those are just Sylvanas' thoughts.
Well that's the big summary; I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Don't forget to R&R.
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Kel'Thuzad and Sylvanas crouched on the crest of a shrouded hill, spying on
the dread lords. They overhear the impatient wailings of one.
"... been months last heard from Archimonde ... tired of watching undead! "
"The Legion was defeated months ago. How could they not know?" Sylvanas pondered aloud.
"Impossible to say. But the longer they remain in command, the more they run the Scourge into the ground." Kel'Thuzad replied monotonously.
Kel'Thuzad. She never did particularly enjoy his company. She had been stuck with him for months waiting for Arthas. Her patience with him was growing thin. 'Did I ask you anything, stupid lich? No. You can shut that gaping jaw of yours.' She resentfully thought to herself, sneering at him while he continued to watch the dread lords.
A commotion from the town gate drew their attention. They looked with anticipation as the gate creaked and bent.
"Who could possibly-" Sylvanas was cut off as the gate crashed down. A figure on horseback emerged from the unsettled dust.
"Arthas" Sylvanas hisses with venom.
Riding slowly through the clearing, he stops where the Legion's agents were previously conversing. He gladly shares the tidings of their master's fall with a smug grin.
" isn't over, Human!" a dread lord cries as they all flee by teleportation. Kel'Thuzad hurriedly rushes over to his master.
"We knew you would return to us, Prince Arthas!" the lich exclaims fervently.
"I have returned, lich, but you will now address me as king. This is, after all, my land". Arthas replies coolly.
'Pompous bastard'
She stood around obliviously as she barely listened to the two prattling on about some local dilemma. Her eyes wandered to Arthas, and she glared. How she loathed him. Just the sight of him pumped acid through her veins. A quick death, it was all she had asked. Now, she was just like him. A victim to this curse, this torture, along with her once proud people. She believed it was far worse for her than anyone else, with the exception of Kel'Thuzad. Perhaps she was bound to Arthas, but at least she didn't enjoy it as he did.
"-and you, Dark Lady? What do you propose?" Arthas asks bluntly.
The question caught Sylvanas by surprise. Not only had she ignored their whole conversation, but also never before had Arthas asked of her opinion. She was recovering from her shock when Arthas suddenly cried out in agony and gripped his head. The lich obediently rushed to his master's side.
"My king! Are you alright?" Kel'Thuzad questioned, alarmed.
Regaining his composure, Arthas waved him off. Sylvanas studied him, though. She immediately noticed that he looked aged and frail. Though baffled by what just happened, she smiled inwardly.
'Whatever you're feeling now is a fraction of the pain you've caused me.'
"Take me to the nearest encampment, immediately," Arthas growled at the lich.
"Certainly, my king. Sylvanas, ride him to Lordaeron. I will follow once I find out where the dread lords have fled." With that, the lich floated away with a band of necromancers following close behind. Sylvanas stood and grumbled as the lich disappeared around a bend of foliage.
'Of course you get the mildly exciting task, while I get to baby-sit the mighty king.'
Arthas grunted impatiently, "If you have an attraction to the lich, you
might as well tell him now. If not, lead the way."
She scowled back at him, "I don't, but I'm sure he has quite an attraction
to you." She froze mid step as when she realized she had just said that
outloud. Arthas seethed with anger as he gazed down at her from his ghastly
mount, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Ranger. Lead the way, NOW!"
She ran.