Once Upon A Time...
His eyes narrowed as he peered into the darkness around him. A cold calculating light gleamed as he surveyed the tombstones. An icy glow caught his eyes. Frostmourne.
A chill slipped through him as he silently studied it. Picking it up, he smiled slightly as the grip felt familiar.
Where was he? He did not remember this place. For a long moment he concentrated on those he ordered. His minions mixed from all the races. None came at his summonings.
Strange. Something he did not normally tolerate.
What had happened? Did he remember? A pain in his heart caused him to grab his chest with a gloved hand. Even frozen as it had been, it still hurt. A scowl settled down as many images dangled before him. Deathknights. Betrayal. Alliance and horde together. Apart. Many others-names forgotten. Names remembered. His own?
"Arthas Menethil..." he said slowly.
It was cold here but it felt rather comforting. He scoffed at the thought. He needed no comforting.
He was the Lich King and all that meant.
"Was...?" A feeling of deja vu slipped down over him. Had something changed? Again the scowl formed only this time it did not recede. He needed to think on this.
His eyes once more gazed downwards around him. White brows shined in the glow of the blade.
No ghouls appeared. No abominations. No crypt fiends skittered nearby. No succubus laughing as they cooed seductively. No demons. No dragons. Was he powerless?
He studied the blade in his hand again. His armor was even intact. A sigh slipped free as Arthas read the stones around him. None with his name. The area around him was frosted over and he smiled faintly. The blade still retained some strength. Shoving his hair from his face, he began walking. There was much to do.
Arthas wanted his power back.
