The end is nigh!!! I'm thinking about doing a sequel to "Eternity" with Eternus in it but through the eyes of another person. Idk yet. I have a few ideas so far but not enough. So I'm totally open to suggestions. If you have an ideas you can send me an email :)

Rods and waves of arcane lightening shot off of Frostmourne and the Warglaives of Azzinoth. Every move either of us made was parried by the other, sending off sparks, lightening, and a loud clang that left ringing in your ears. I was so caught up in the death of Arthas that I didn't even notice that I had pushed Frostmourne off of me and into a random bystander's throat.

"Get back," Thrall yelled. "Stand out of their way." Tyrande and Ishanah immediately went to work, pushing awestruck bystanders out of our way.

Suddenly, the adrenaline of instinct kicked in. Involuntarily, my arm punched outward and another clang filled my ears. I turned my head while punching my other arm upward to block Frostmourne. Malfurion Stormrage was at my right; his blade being intercepted by mine. He moved his blade from mine and tried to chop at my legs. I bent down to block his move. Arthas brought down Frostmourne, but met failure. I stood in an awkward leaning position, blocking two blades. I thrust both off of me and flipped backwards out of my predicament. Arthas turned toward Malfurion.

The two began blocking and striking at each other, since I was no longer in their range. Oddly enough, Malfurion was on the offense. I flew up and toward the fight and intervened. I slashed at Malfurion and turned my head just in time to be nicked by the tip of Frostmourne on my check. Though it was a little cut, it bled profusely and Frostmourne made the cut burn freezing cold. I pressed my hand to the cut, trying to warm it up. Arthas swung, and I defended with my left hand.

"Fucker!" I yelled at Malfurion. I don't even know if it was his fault. "Stay out of this! You're only gonna get hurt!" I felt the pressure release on my left hand and watched as Frostmourne swung towards the Night Elf. I bent down and placed my Warglaive in between Malfurion's side and Frostmourne. "See what did I tell you?!" Arthas released the pressure on the hand I had just used to save Malfurion's ass.

He dove under my weapons and went for Arthas. Their attempt of killing each other was about as successful as ours. I began to fly off of the ground until vines sprouted from the Earth and snared my foot in their pain-filled trap. A burning sensation enveloped my body. As the Moon Fire burned deeper and deeper, I let out a groan of agony. However, as soon as it appeared, the vines were cut and I was pulled from the moon fire's path.

Arthas pulled me up by the wrist he had a grip on by pulling me out of the Moon Fire and brought Frostmourne to my neck. This was the end. I let a smile curl the sides of my lips up. I didn't mind what was to come. I watched as Malfurion ran up behind the Lich King, but he merely kicked his leg up and Malfurion went flying. I really was going to die…

Or so I thought. The Lich King's grip loosened on my wrist and my thinning hand slipped through. I landed in the mud with a thud. The rain was pouring even harder by now and was soaking everyone to the bone and making puddles on the ground. I sat in one that came up to my waist. I looked up at Arthas and wondered what he looked like with sight. With the Vision of a Demon Hunter he was a white core, completely and utterly engulfed in black, but little strands of white were poking and crawling through the black. Arthas let out a gasp and fell in the mud and puddle in front of me. He placed his giant hands on my shoulders, encasing them in his palm entirely.

"Oh! Oh, Eternus Firemoon!! Eternus Firemoon!!" a man's voice, a voice I had never heard the Lich King speak before, cried. "Please. Please. Please, do me a favor. Please, for the love of the Light, kill me. Kill my body. My soul is so tired and beginning to be corrupted. If it continues at this rate even my soul will be that bastards!! I think if you kill my body, Ner'Zhul will separate from me. And I can go on to the Light. Please, Eternus Firemoon, you're my only hope." By now the faction leaders had noticed that the Lich King wasn't acting like the Lich King. Each of them ran up to me

"Arthas?" Thrall asked. "Is that really you?"

"Yes, Thrall. Only for a little bit though. Even as we speak I'm starting to fade," Arthas groaned with a twitch. "And I'm giving Ner'Zhul an opportunity to corrupt my soul even more." I could feel his agony.

"No joke," I added, "Ner'Zhul is really pissed that Arthas has mustered complete and udder control."

"Then go!" Tyrande ushered. "We will figure some way out to save you."

"Arthas," Jaina spoke up. "I…am so sorry…I can't believe…I…I'm very happy to see you." Even I, blind, could see she was crying. Arthas turned his head, his hands still on my shoulders. It seemed that Ner'Zhul had taken back control of the body.

"It's nice to see you too, Jaina," he said grinning. His grin now looked like a demonic crazy grin. "And you too Magni. I still use some of the tactics you taught me."

"I noticed," Magni said, "I just never thought they'd be used on me one day." Arthas's grin faded.

"Sylvanas," he said, "If it makes you feel any better I managed to take control and delay your fate a few days." She turned toward him and uncrossed her arms. "I didn't think it would alter your opinion of me any but for what it counts…I wish I could've stopped it."

"Well," Sylvanas paused. "Thank you."

"You should go," Ishanah pushed. "I can feel the tremendous strain on your soul."

Arthas nodded then turned to me, "Remember Eternus, please, kill me." He dropped his hands from my shoulders. "Good bye." Suddenly, his hand shot out and Frostmourne pierced my stomach. I let out a sharp gasp and covered up the hole with my hands as Frostmourne, bloody and muddy, left my body. And if that numbing pain wasn't enough, I felt another sword pierce my back. Tyrande began yelling angry, slurry words. The Lich King laughed manically.

I watched as the Lich King mounted up on a Frostwyrm and yelled out to me, "When we were bound, I shared Heigan's gift with you. If you want to know what I saw; look to the water." Then he flew off into the Night and his armies disintegrated back into the Earth. By now, the remainder of the Burning Legion had either taken portals or was summoning portals back to their realm. Though there was the curious few that remained and wanted to see what happened.

I watched Ishanah rush over me, trying to prop my body up. It didn't matter; my body still slumped down in the puddle. And I watched Sapphiron descend and land at my side. He opened his mouth as if to roar but nothing came out. I looked at the color on my hands. It stood out so well; like Queen Azshara. I raised my crimson-soaked hands to the sky.