Chapter 6 : The Legacy of Frostmourne

With the previous one slain by the mortal race, a new chosen one was made
Arose forth a new champion in order to hold claim of the magical runeblade

Act I: A Symphony of Frost and Flame

Many heroes shall fall, while glory some shall claim
This is a tale, of a symphony, of that of frost, and flame

All seems to be going according to plan.

The Death Knight surveyed the field in which the battle that was ensuing. He sat carefully on his mount, and observed the carnage taking place. Countless Night Elves were being slaughtered by the overwhelming numbers of the undead. Even the most powerful champions of their race were no match for the awesome fury of the undead.

Yes... it is only a matter of time...

"Lord Arthas!," cried out Necromancer Baralov, interrupting the King's chain of thoughts.

"Speak." said Arthas.

"My Lord, our forces are steadily advancing on the enemy. However, there is a few that pose a great threat to our army. The army lead by the Omniknight Purist Thunderwrath has slain several of our numbers. My King, we must--"

"Enough," spoke Arthas. "Send Abaddon's bastion to battle. It is time for the pathetic Elves to face the wrath of our newest Champion."

"Thy will shall be done, Lord Arthas."

I do hope Purist is alright...

A chilly breeze swept passed her fevered brow. She worried over Purist's safety. To her, it did not matter whether she walked out alive today. His safety was all that mattered. Many times she had tried to tell Purist of her feelings, but her guilt over-shadowed her feeling of love. She couldn't bring herself to betraying the one true friend she had made since the beginning of the war.

The pain tormented her, constantly reminding her every passing second that she would never be able find true love. It formed a hollow inside her heart, which seem to grow day by day. However, she holds her friendship with Lina sacred. She would let nothing come between the special bonds they shared, even if it meant sacrificing her feelings for Purist just to give a friend what they truly deserved. Traxex knelt into the soft grass atop the steep cliff.

Even though there were several other archers alongside her, she couldn't help but feel, alone and forsaken. Strange it is, how one can feel so alone surrounded by a sea of people. The Drow crouched into position, and took aim with her bow. She surveyed the ground below, searching the battlefield much like an eagle hunting for its prey. A smile formed on her lips. There was a small undead bastion passing through the narrow canyon, no doubt they intended to unleash a surprise attack on the Sentinels from behind. Fools, they take us far too lightly. She pulled further back on the bowstring, and let go. The arrow cut sharply through the air, and dove towards the unsuspecting victim below.

The Necromancer below stopped and turned its head up. The arrow was now descending at a blazing speed and was barely meters away from the Necromancer's skull. Her group of archers soon launched a hail of arrows towards the undead group. The Drow Ranger's arrow struck and pierced through its skull, and dug deep inside. It cut cleanly through the soft tissue of its skull. A purple colored liquid oozed out from the ugly gash on its head. The blood spattered to the ground. Moments later, the ghouls realized they were caught in an ambush. They began to randomly disperse, but alas, it was too late. One by one, their numbers fell, until the very last ghoul was left. It gazed at the starry sky for one last time knowing that death was inevitable. It looked at its assailants, and watched as one of them drew an arrow into their bow. The archer flung the arrow towards the ghoul, and it stared with awe as it flew towards him. The arrow struck, and it dropped lifeless to the earth.

Meanwhile, not too far away, another battle was taking place...

The priestess has fallen... the Prophet must be devastated... I must help him...

"Have no fear Prophet. You shall be joining your precious Tyrande soon enough." stated the Lich arrogantly.
"You'll have to go through me first to even come close to him," spoke a familiar voice.

The Lich turned towards the direction of the voice. She was a strong, tall woman. She wore a luscious crimson colored dress. Her appearance was elven, with the signature long and pointed ears. Her complexion was fair, and she seemed un-armed. Her hazel colored hair, wavered in the wind just over her shoulder, which bore the insignia of Quel'thelas, a sunwell. The Lich almost laughed out loud when he realized whom the voice belonged to.

"You? Do you actually think a pathetic Elf sorcerer such as yourself are any match for me? I think you are delusional, mistress Lina." mocked the Lich.

"I plan to be more than just a match for you, I plan to throw your ashes into the trailing wind once I do away with you." spoke Lina coldly

"Elf, do you realize who you speak to? I am the greatest Lich that has ever roamed this planet!" said the Lich.
She quickly turned her head towards Furion and said, "I'll buy you the time you need. Now's the time to act."
Furion silently nodded and walked into the shadows.

Lina Inverse brought her hands back slightly, energy flowed into her fingertips. The temperature around her began to rise. Her mind became tranquil, and clear. She gathered the power of scorching heat into her arms. Her eyes glowed with hatred. She had prepared long for this moment. This would be her revenge for Quel'thalas. Her entire family, her kinsmen, and friends had all been murdered for the re-birth of Kel'thuzad. She would not let their deaths to waste, she would avenge them. She would avenge each and every one of them... not one soul would be left unaccounted for. She would make this vile creature pay, for it was him who tainted the energies of the sunwell. She muttered a silent enchantment under her breath, "Nexus Phoenix". From her fingertips a hot fiery phoenix quickly formed and rushed towards the Lich in a fiery, hot blast of flame.

He quickly began to encase his armor in frost while steadily chanting repeatedly, "Ashfara Fara'thor". The phoenix dove straight into the Lich and melted through the armor and ice, leaving him vulnerable. He scowled in pain as the flame singed his pale blue skin and dug deep. His entire body was beginning to burn and singe from within. He quickly chanted, "Para'thor Anarelah!" and almost instantaneously the pain ceased, and the flames within him sub-sided.

Lina Inverse chuckled and said, "That was just a taste of what I have in store for you. Be prepared Lich, you will not leave this place alive today."

She brought her arms in front of her, one palm over the other. The ground beneath her became radiant, and pulsated with an eerie orangish hue. The pulses of light slowly crept across the shadows, and engulfed all shadows in their path. Soon, the light had spread across the entire floor beneath the Lich and the Slayer.

The Lich became amused. "Do you honestly think I'm just going to watch as you channel a spell? How insulting!"

He brought both arms high, and muttered an enchantment, "Ashfara Lore". The air around him began to chill. He shoved his hands forward, seemingly pushing this bitterly cold wind towards her.

The wind sliced and cut deep into Lina's delicate skin. She closed her eyes and became ready to cast her spell. The Lich increased the velocity of the fearsome wind and dropped the temperature even lower. Lina's mind was focused entirely on the task at hand. She blocked out the pain, from the scathing wind. She blocked out the image of the battle going on. She blocked out, the sounds of the battle around her. Only her surroundings became clearer in focus. The ground beneath Kel'thuzad began to glow with more intensity. A strange spiral pattern appeared in a greenish hue on the soft earth. Nearly a split second later, the ground beneath the Lich suddenly erupted and sent upwards a spiraling helix of fire.

Kel'thuzad roared in agony as the massive flame consumed his very flesh. The flames licked at his delicate skin, and peeled it away. In a desperate act of retaliation he quickly blew himself with the icy winds to put out the towering inferno. He kneeled to the ground; his stamina had been drained in that last attempt to save his life. His vision blurred slightly. He spotted a nearby ghoul. He stared hard at it, and clenched his fist. The ghoul stood silent, and moaned as if in great pain. With a quick swish of his hand, the ghoul imploded, and its bony remains fell to the floor. His wounds steadily began to vanish, and he appeared to be rapidly gaining strength. He rose, and hovered above the ground, with an aura of frost just beneath.
The Lich glared at Lina as he spoke, "The battle is far from over... pathetic elf"

Somewhere nearby, a cloaked figure was alone on a secluded hillside. He stared down at the various friends and foe, which were fighting down below. He shed a lonely tear, and it descended down his soft wrinkled skin, and dropped onto the sandy ground below. A flower began to instantaneously blossom in its place. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, and clutched his staff with both hands. His voice trailed across the gentle breeze,

"The time has come..."