*This is the fastest update so far. Here's Chapter 4. This time, Caleb tires to find Arthas' corpse.*

Quite some time has passed since the little session between Caleb and Usara had ended. Caleb was now preparing to leave, picking up one of his old staffs and some scrolls from the cabinet. Usara was sitting at the side of the bed, staring at the floor, still trying to figure out what just happened. Caleb was now at the door and before he left, he turned to the night elf for one last remark.

"Usara…What happened back there doesn't matter, at least not in the long run. Just know that it was my will and not yours that it even occurred. There's some food in the right cabinet and additional clothes that you might need. Oh and please try not to escape; this door has a trigger on it that will alert me if anyone breaks it. I'll be back later this night. Expect company."

With that, he shut the door behind him and turned the lock. The night elf was, to say the least, even more dumbstruck than before. She glanced at her bandage, then at the door, and then at her bandages again.

What the HELL just happened? Usara thought, staring with wide eyes at the door from which Caleb just exited.

Caleb was well past the mining town, and now strolling towards IceCrown Citadel, choosing not to use his mount for fear of drawing unwanted attention. His thought had turned away from the night elf and towards Arthas.

Just where the Hell are you buried, Death Knight? Caleb thought furiously. His moment with the night elf was actually quite exhilarating. Indeed, it's been quite some time since he's been around another woman even if it was only to see how she tasted like. However, he knew it wasn't a genuine act of passion. What happened between them was merely a test to see if Caleb's mind control prowess was still of use. Indeed it was.

But…He couldn't shake this feeling. It was something he never felt around a female before. Sure, he had his share of experiences, but this one felt different. He wasn't sure what it was, but he would find out nonetheless. Now, this issue of his revenge had returned. Arthas would prove a great ally, but he might not help Caleb. Caleb's mind control can only get him so far. And besides…

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound nearby. Caleb quickly hid behind a dead tree. Two beings were now walking down the same dusty trail he came from. Caleb only eyed the coffin they were carrying on either end. He soon realized the two beings were in fact soldiers of the Argent Dawn. Caleb couldn't help but overhear the conversation they were having. To tell the truth, it disturbed even him.

"We got you now, you bastard." One of them snarled.

"Before we bury you, we're going to make you pay for what you did to all of Azeroth!" the other screamed.

Caleb eyes were now growing wide.

Could it be? He thought, Am I really that lucky, to have the enemy carry my prize right to me?

The two men unloaded the coffin and proceeded to abuse the body that lay inside it. Caleb took a quick glance towards the coffin. A large grin soon swept his face as he realized that fate has just favored him; that his dream of revenge is now one step closer. He didn't know how, but chances are that these two guards may have stolen Arthas' body for the purpose of revenge. Or maybe this is where he is to be buried; somewhere inconspicuous. He really didn't know, and didn't care. Only his prize mattered.

It was Arthas, the former Lich King.

Without a second to spare, he two guards fell in one sweep from Caleb's blade. He now knelt beside the body and examined it. It looked like a corpse that was a least a week old, but then that is how the dead appeared. Caleb swiftly took a scroll from his pouch and prepared the ritual. It was not a common resurrection spell, but rather one that binds the souls of the fallen to their respective corpses, ensuring their immortality, even in combat. Using the blood from the two dead guards, he formed the arcane symbols around the fallen prince. Once he was finished, he began the incantation.

"…come forward blessed one; know your calling, come forward oh blessed one…" Caleb mumbled.

The bloody symbols soon took on a glow as the spell was starting to work. Arthas' body started to twitch as life (or whatever remnant of it) returned to him.

"…accept our humble gratitude for your offering in death you give life, may you find wings to the kingdom…" Caleb spoke in a louder tone.

Arthas' body was now moving in a wild spasm. The symbols shone brightly, forming a red halo above them. The spell was nearly complete.

"…let him cross over, release him, Gods release him!" Caleb screamed.

The light engulfing the symbols simply exploded and a powerful light shone from Arthas' gaping mouth. The light disappeared as quickly as it arrived, and Arthas' body lay motionless. Within a minute, however, his body started to move and his eyes snapped open. They had a light blue hue to them that shone with little intensity.

"Is this Hell?" Arthas whispered.

"No; this is the real world." Caleb spoke in a matter-of-factly tone.

Arthas shifted in whatever was left of his armor to one side, so as to get a better look at his savior. His face was not one of surprise, but of sadness and then anger.

"Caleb?..." he uttered, "How dare you show your face to me after what you've done…I-I…will make you suffer for refusing to leave me to the afterlife!"

"Do you really think you're a match for me in your current state?" Caleb glared, "You no longer have the powers of the Lich King, oh fallen prince. I doubt you can take on some lowly forest animals, let alone me."

Arthas grinded his teeth with as much fury as he could muster, before asking the man who gave him a second chance at life the purpose behind his act.

"Why?" he whispered, then shouting, "Why! What reason do you have for bringing me back to this world?"

Caleb merely eyed the death knight, before saying "Arthas. Know that it is not your fate to die here. Know that death, even after the pillaging of your soul, is a destiny reserved for cowards. Are you a coward, Arthas?"

Arthas was now staring blankly at Caleb. With the power he had before his demise, he never even gave a single thought to this simple question. Yet now, in his current state, he had to evaluate himself. Was it even worth it anymore? Why should I keep fighting? Does any of it even matter? These questions flooded his mind at a rather astonishing speed. He pressed his eyes shut and look to his side.

"I am no coward…" he muttered.

"Excellent." replied Caleb, outstretching his arm for the prince to grasp, "now take my hand, old friend, and we'll work this out."

Arthas grasped his hand and pulled himself to his feet. He couldn't believe that he is now alive. After the combined efforts of the Alliance and the Horde, after all they sought, after all they struggled, and it has resulted in yet another stunning failure. He almost burst out in laughter at the thought, but decided to suppress this. In the end, he would have the last laugh. His attention now turned to his savior.

"What do you suppose we do now, Caleb?" Arthas spoke blandly. The shock from his revival had worn off.

"First things first." Caleb spoke softly, "We must restore your powers as a death knight. I realize that this means restoring you to your former position as Lich King, but know, we must find you a weapon worthy of replacing Frostmourne. And I think I have just the weapon in mind."

"Oh," Arthas responded, "and just what is this weapon?"

"You'll see soon enough," Caleb said, "but now, we shall head back to my hideout and plan further from there. I already have someone staying there and I would appreciate if you showed some respect towards her."

"As you wish." Arthas respectfully said. This was the first time since his ascension to the Lord of the Damned that he actually showed some respect to another being.

It wouldn't be the last, either.

*Well, that's Chapter 4. Reviews are appreciated. I could use some feedback. Thanks.*