As Arthas sat upon the top of the world, a baby was born; cradling the baby was Jaina Proudmoore. A lot had happened; Jaina and Thrall had grown close, too close for both races to be comfortable. A month later, after the baby was born, the average civilian of both races were relieved that the baby was not green, however the smarter people knew that Orc/Human crossbreeds were most always the mother's color. However, everyone who thought of it would never suspect. True, the baby was not full human… but it was 3/4s. Jaina named the child after Arthas, in name of her former love.

The Blood Elf forces and Naga fled from Northerend in month's time, the entire northern continent was under Arthas's control. However… it seemed that the idiotic races of the south had gotten into wars themselves. The Alliance, and the Horde they called themselves, how foolish. Thrall and Jaina were getting closer it seemed, until Jaina, all together, fled, still bearing her son. They still secretly met. Arthas simply watched the idiots for eight years, nearly no territory gained nor lost.

"Mom?" Arthas Jr. asked, hoping for a response. He was being telepathically sounded by Arthas; however few knew Arthas was capable.

"Yes dear?" Jaina asked, she had been told about the voices… she knew he was truthful, for the voices often used words he had to ask what meant.

"What is Undead? He says it is humans… like you and me" Arthas Jr. announced, looking worried.

"They are Humans who had died, and been revived…" Jaina said normally. With everything going on, she had completely forgotten about Arthas senior.

"Oh… ok" Arthas Jr. said, somewhat confused by the matter. When suddenly, Jaina got a message telepathically from her former lover.

Jaina, you have grown… However, our son has extreme magical potential and I must come for our son. If he is not at the dock of Theramoore at the crack of dawn then I will retrieve him, and it will possibly give away your hiding spot… Who knows what the Alliance, or the Horde may do to you.