I apologise for the long wait, my life has been busy as of latle, so here is the third Chapter, I hope you like it.

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'Thoughts'

Flashbacks

Chapter 3

Uthers Point of View

"That's not what I meant. I know this is going to sound outrageous, coming from me, but for what it's worth, I realize what I have done now, and at least want to apologize to both of you. This realm has changed me. I see clear now. I see what this Power has made of me."

The words that leave his once pupils mouth leave him completley shocked. He had never expected Arthas to apologize of all things, not that he had ever expected to see him again.

Arthas is leaning upon his sword now breathing heavily, all arrogance and superiority gone from his slumped form. His eyes have lost there cold etheral glow, they look almost human now, and so very old and sad.

What does he expexct from them? That they forgive him? After all that he has done? Under the Lichkings influence or not. He still chose to take that sword, and even before that he made wrong call in Stratholme.

Uthers and Muradin share a look, the dwarve seems to be sharing my thoughts, this is just a bit too good to be true.

"Arthas, what is your Plan in this, are you trying to betray us again?"

Arthas POV

"I am not planning to do anything, Uther. I simply wanted to apologize, I know that it's not worth much in the fac-

Muradin interruptis me right there.

"The gall of you! The simple gall of you lad! You think you can just walk in here, and apologize and everything is just gonna be fine and dandy? Thats not how it works Arthas and you know it! There have to be consequences."

"You're rigtht Muradin, I know that I deserve Punsihment for what I did. The nightmares are not enough, and I cannot die in this realm, but what I can offer to you is my body and my soul, do with me as you like tear me apart again, and again, I know that I deserve it. I cannot take back what I have done, and I'm not gonna fight back, I know that I deserve this. "

He rights himself to his feet then and throws frostmourne to his feet. He know that hes in histerics right now and he also knows thats hes crying just about now, and he also knows that he has now right to cry, but he just can't stop it.

Uthers POV

He never in all of Azeroth had he thought that he would see Arthas cry again. The last time hed seen the boy cry had been ages ago after a particularly hard fight against the Blackrock Ork's,

-Flashback-

Arthas had lost his hole squad in an ambush and had exused himself to his tent for the rest of the night, Uther had followed him then and waited in fornt of his tent, as he heard the young prince shaking sobs.

"Arthas, are you alright?" He had tried to ask in his most soothing voice.

The sobing stoped apurptly and an almost inauibly reply comes from the tent. "'m allright"

"You cleary are not, and I am coming in"

"No, don't-

But I had allready moved into the tent. The young prince lay on his bed, his back torwards me.

I settled down on the bunck bed right net to him.

"How-How do you do it Uther?"

"Do what?

"Keep going on after losing your Soldiers, your Friends?"

"It is there memeory that keeps me going, that there are men out there how will sacrifice their lifes for they greater good. If we let this orcs do as they please they will bring the Demons back to his world and far more death will follow."

"You have to rember that it is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died for the right thing. Rather we should thank the Light that such men lived.

At that Arthas finally truns around to face me, his eyes are still wet but there are no tears on his face anymore.

Arthas sits up then an hugs me. "Thank you Uther"

"Anytime, Arthas"

-Back to the present-

Uthers mind snaps back from his flashback, he really needs to focus more on the things before him, this is a battlefield after all. But being reincarnated every time really takes the sting out of death.

Could it be that Arthas is really saying the truth, his eyes look sincere.

I missed Muradin moving to stand in front of Arthas.

Muradin POV

He want's to be punished, eh? I could kill him over and over and it stil wouldn't be enough! He looks over to Uther, how still seems to be a bit out of it. The burning rage he felt since he had regained that ceratain memory of a forgotten cave in northrend turns into an raging Inferno now.

His feet move on their own. And before he knows it he is standing in fornt of Arthas.

He raises his Hammer, Mithrios, the Slayer of Beasts, and preaperse to bring it down upon him-

-A hand stops the movemt of his hammer just before it hits.

"Wait Muradin!

"Uther? What ist it?

"Look him into the eyes, and I mean really look him in the eyes, those are not the eyes of the Lich King, those are Arthas Eyes."

For the first time since they meet again, Muradin spares a glance at Arthas Eyes, and he is not dissaponited. It is suprising how much can be said with a simply look. Regret, Sadness, Dispair, Anger, and even under all of that a small glimmer of Hope.

He has to take a large breath in before he asks.

"Lad, is that really you?"

Sorry for the shorter chapter, But I will update more in the future.

I'm not really to sure if I made that scene to short, but they are gonna have to forrgive him sooner or later for this story to work.

I hope I got the charakters down some what. Also, there might be some Yaoi (Men/Men) down the Road, so If thats is not your cup of Irish coffee you should get out of here^^.

Thank you so much for reading, and if you find time for it I would be overjoyed if you wrote a review.