A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

And nope, I in fact do not own warcraft or anything else I write about.

Chapter 9

The man named Arthas stood on the top tier at the fountain's edge. In his right hand he held a large brass urn outwards, as one would hold a lantern. With the Scourge calm and stilled everywhere, there being no noise anywhere, the man hurled the urn high and into the top pool of the fountain. All the undead watched with unacknowledged amazement.

Instantly the water that overflowed into the lower pools began to blacken and smoke. A great apparition took shape and extended higher and higher towards the sky. The smoke swelled higher to reveal a thin Lich who floated slightly above the surface of the water. From it, black smoke and great power emanated.

The Lich and the horseman began talking, though Wayne could hear, he could not understand the language. The talking went on for several minutes before the man rode off, several more horsemen following. Standing still on the top of the fountain, the Lich spoke as a new voice in Wayne's mind, and into the minds of all other Scourge slaves. The voice spoke to cleanse the city.

Quickly the Scourge scrambled and rushed about, overturning everything in search of anything left alive. Wayne held his wand tightly, knowing the massive amount of dead that would have to be raised. Necromancers began to file into the area around the fountain and begin their work.

It was a shame truly, the bodies of the King and the most powerful Elven Mages were around the fountain. Yet in the fury of the Scourge's storming of the breeched defense, no bodies were in resurrectable form. Nothing but various body parts and still spreading pools of blood remained. The Necromancers worked quickly to pile the parts and form Abominations.

Throughout the rest of the city, the procedure was the same as in Lordaeron. The Scourge was apt to contain prisoners and take them to Necromancers while they were still alive, that is, if they could restrain from making the kill. Wayne kept busy as hundreds of dead were given terrible new life through his hands. Within hours the entire city of SIlvermoon was ripped apart. All of the inhabitants were now part of the Scourge.

The sun was sinking low when all of the horsemen returned, next to them rode a convoy of living Elves. Many of which Wayne could remember as appearing at the second gate. The Scourge held back as they rode slowly through the city. In the far distance, Wayne could see the Elves depart from the other horsemen and go up the palace staircase on foot.

All of the dead stood about in the city, having no new direction of what to do. The booming voice came back as the man named Arthas rode through the crowd. Marching orders once again as the Scourge ran after the horsemen with a newfound vigor and an army that would have no parallel.

End of Chapter 9