Cold and unforgiving.
The feeling of the harsh snowstorm grazing his skin. Once, he embraced the light and spread it's warm. Once, he was the Prince loved so dearly by his kingdom.
That once, symbol of hope, are now replaced by a dark and sinister plague. Wrenching his ever so golden heart, turning it cold and twisted.
The glow of his eyes, once held integrity and noble ambition. Now forevermore, clouded by his own darkness.
The cursed rune blade, glow faintly and the Prince turn his gaze over to it,
"What is it now, Frostmourne?"
'...seek..'
Exhaling an icy breath, the Menethil borne frowned,
"What? What is it that I must seek, cursed blade?"
Thus, came a cold shower of disappointment as the runic blade answered nothing.
Arthas grunted, showing obvious displeasure. Though he's used to the blade's riddles. He finds it annoying to figure out something just from one word.
Reminds him of his father. Of his kingdom.
His eyes opened slightly, faint green slowly glow.
'Father, I wonder how is life treating you after my departure to Northrend...'
The sun touched his skin, the sunlight, as if descending from the sky, gently showering him with it's shine.
'Calia... how I wished we spent more time together.'
Memories that were once fogged, flooding in like river. Moments shared together with his family.
And then came someone in the foggy memory, a woman. Her hair so golden it always caught the Prince off guard.
Her voice so full of life, he could listen to it everyday, every hour, every minute and every second.
"Jaina..." He muttered softly.
His sealed heart, warmed at the name. The warmth he hasn't felt since he grasped the Frostmourne.
The cursed blade, as if feeling something was off. Glows actively, trying to turn the Prince's attention away.
Arthas winced painfully, his mind invaded by the blade, or to be more accurate, the Lich King Ner'Zhul.
'Arthas... Remember your purpo--
"Silence, blade! Enough of you." Arthas lashed out in pain, a hand holding his head while the other reached support onto a tree.
The glow of the blade shines brighter blue, displease by his tone. Yet it cannot do anything other than whispering and attempt to sway the Prince.
'You will complete the cycle... Arthas. It is your fate, your destiny.'
The Prince lands his terrifying cold glare upon the cursed blade. His mind slowly becoming clear from the fog clouding his judgement.
"Is it, truly?" He questioned, with mocking clearly.
'Resist all you can, Prince. For at the end, you shall--
"No, there is no 'shall' as you say it. All these months, the endless brainwashing. You would think I am a fool."
The blade silent, much to the Prince's pleasure.
"Each word, I grew tired of it. Each obvious attempt to break my mind, I am dulled with it. Dark Lord or whoever it is, my purpose in Northrend is DONE. Mal'Ganis is gone, and so should I be."
He grabbed ahold of the blade, his glare never fade away. "And so shall your purpose, Frostmourne."
'The prophecy stand true. You are different.'
He raised his eyebow, confused at the sudden compliment.
'The very moment your soul was created, that moment, the very will of Azeroth shaken. Your future were complete, set in stone.'
Arthas listened quietly, a bit overwhelmed to know he once made an entire world spirit noticed his presence.
As if reading his mind, the voice continues,
'You were to lead the Scourge, armies of the dead at arms waiting loyally for your commands.'
"The Scourge and armies of the dead? You would think I am capable of commanding, when half of my troops left me." Arthas snorted, amused from the thought.
'You think so little of yourself, Prince. They who abandoned you, deserve nothing but a cruel fate. That, I promise.'
The Prince smirked, a plan brewing in mind. "Oh? Pray tell, how exactly are we going to do that?"
The blade, unaware of Arthas' expression, kept going, 'You will gather our forces scattered and hiding among the living, and travel to Northrend once again, to reclaim the Ice Throne.'
Then the realisation came upon the blade but it was too late.
End of Chapter
Heyya folks, ZaneHaisel here!
Nothing much to say to be honest, maybe just a few insights of what to expect for this fanfic.
Well first of all, this fanfic has the AU element. Expect some slight changes.
Oh, what I'm trying to write for this fanfic is, how Arthas, in moments of Ner'Zhul silent, memories of his loved ones are breaking and clearing the fog in his mind.
Kind of like, waking him up so he can fight and resist Ner'Zhul.
That's all I can give for now, until then!
