Warcraft Fanfiction:

Arthas, pt. 1

Foreword:

If you do not know who Prince Arthas is, or have no knowledge of Warcraft, you may not want to read this. Any way, read if you like.
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Arthas stood over the human woman. The death knight stood pondering on what to do to the young female. He bared his teeth in a grim smile as he lifted his eccentrically intelligent sword Frostmourne. Before the woman let out the horrid scream that was rising in her throat, Arthas brought the sword down on her skull slicing into it with a sickening crunch. The skeletal ghouls that stood at the small door way howled in delight at the scent of fresh blood.
As Arthas lifted the sword out of the skull, the woman’s body crumpled to the floor, as Arthas hissed from between yellow teeth, “Feast my friends, feast.”
The ghouls were in a blood-fueled frenzy as the surged forward, fighting to get to the body.
Arthas smiled as he steeped outside of the quaint cottage. The cool night air masked the aura of death as he felt his lord, the lich king, enter his mind by way of Frostmourne.
“Has Berhole fallen to my horde, my loyal servant?” A flat voice whispered in his twisted mind.
“Yes, my master,” Arthas thought.



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