A Symphony of Frost and Flame

A Symphony of Frost and Flame

Frigid winds howled around the menacing spire known as Icecrown Citadel, Tirion Fordring spoke to his men

"Rise up Argent Crusaders! The hour of justice has come!"

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I walked towards the pedestal that held my blade, Frostmourne. I heard troubled spirits howling around the chamber and around the blade. Many spirits took form around me, My father, King Teranas appeared before me.

"Can you feel it my son?... closing in all around you..... the Light's justice has been awakened. The sins of the past have finally caught up to you.... You will be called to account, for all the atrocities you committed... For the unspeakable horrors you let loose on this world..... and the dark, ancient powers you enslaved! Though my soul was the first was one of the first to be devoured by your evil, There are thousands more bound within this blade!... And they cry out for release....

"Look now to your defenses my son! For the Champions of Justice gather at your gates!

The spirits vanished as I gripped Frostmourne.

"Let them come....Frostmourne hungers...."

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I stood around the fallen champions of the light, The results of battle evident. Corpses, the signs of my victory littered the top of Icecrown Citadel. Dark clouds were swirling around the spire creating a frigid whirlwind of air. I raised Frostmourne into the air, and spoke as I began to channel unholy energy into the champions who stood up to me.

"No questions remain unanswered. No doubts linger. You truly are Azeroth's greatest champions. You overcame every challenge I laid before you. My mightiest servants have fallen before your relentless onslaught, Your unbridled fury. Is it truly righteousness that drives you?... I wonder..."

I turned to Tirion, frozen in his block of ice.

"You trained them well Fordring. You delivered the greatest fighting force this world has ever known.. Right into my hands, exactly as I intended. You shall be rewarded for your unwitting sacrafice..."

I turned away from him

"Watch now, as I raise them from the dead, to become masters of the Scourge. They will shroud this world in chaos, and destruction.  Azeroth's fall will come at their hands... and you, will be the first to die.

I chuckled triumphantly.

"I delight in the Irony."

I hear a faint cracking behind me, I paid it no heed.

"ARRRGGHHH"

*BOOOOM*

Tirion had struck Frostmourne and to my utter disbelief my beloved Runeblade, Frostmourne shattered before my eyes.

"Impossible..."

"No more Arthas! No more lives will be consumed by your hatred!"

The imprisoned spirits inside Frostmourne burst forth and I was lifted into the air. They spun me in circles. I was unable to move. A single form appeared from the swirling mass of spirits.

My father.

"Free! At last!"

"It is over my son...This is the moment of reckoning!"

"Rise Up, Champions Of The Light!"

My father revived the champions and once they recovered from the shock they quickly resumed the assault.

Tirion roared one last time.

"The Lich King...MUST...FALL"**

"Now I stand. The lion before the lambs. And they do not fear..."

"They cannot fear..."

The spirits swirling around me grew brighter and changed into a grand gold color.

I felt my body tense as I felt my power leave me, pain became the main sensation throughout my body.

The sound that came from me next was laced with agony,The deepest soul-shattering cry a man or equine would have the misfortune of hearing. The crusaders faltered for a moment, but as I fell to the ground, My vision turned black, and I knew nothing.