The crowd of heavily armed warriors stood in lines ready to fight back. In front of them their leader Vareath rode from the end of the line to the other , screaming cheerful words, while rising his sword proudly into the air.
"My men. This might be our last fight. But it might also be the one that will secure our land from the darkness that is hovering at the Passage Of Werindor. So tonight we will win!" he shout and pointed his sword towards the sky. The men roared and raised their swords as well in honor of their king.
In front of them creatures of the dark was gathering. They looked like a thick, black line in the horizon, moving quicker and quicker towards them. The earth was shaking and the air was roaring from the heavy steps of the big trolls. Silence blew into the cracks between the humans that was shaking with fear. Serikon's dark army was greater then ever before. The march of the heavy trolls stopped and silence entered the air filled with rage. The only thing disturbing was the wind that was blowing roughly through the spears and flags. Silently a horseman split from the tight group and rode towards the dark enemy. His cape was waving behind him and proudly he held his flag into the air, while his horse rapidly stamped its hooves onto the cold, wet ground with such a lightness that it looked like it was flying. Quickly the horseman was swallowed by the dark.
Time passed and nothing was heard from the horseman. The warriors was growing slightly worried as the silence of the battlefield continued into eternity, until it was broken by a shattering scream and a roaring that made Vareath's hair stand up. The warriors took a step back as the horse came out with the horseman. Blood was scattered all over his shining silver armor and red and golden cape. His lifeless body was lying over the scared horse's muscular, black neck. Vareaths' face became burdened with sorrow when the horrible sight came within his view.
"This means war!" he screamed and pointed his sword towards the waving darkness. The warriors behind him roared as he made his milk white horse prance and galloped towards the creatures. His men followed him with the same faithfulness as they had shown at the other battles. The darkness started moving as well. Rumbling and roars flew into the air from it and it finally started splitting up, revealing trolls, undeaths and bloodelves led by Serikon, The King of Darkness's right hand, on his black, red eyed horse. Its hooves where hanging loose from its legs and some places on its body was missing skin and flesh. The two groups collided with a roar as loud as thunder. Hell broke loose and screams was to be heard all over. Around Vareath fell his soldiers. Soon there would be nothing left but himself and Serikon. The enemies where even. Wildly he swung his sword towards the trolls that was trying to lift his horsemen or the blood elfs that brutally was hurting his archers.

The final weak rays of sun was shining through the thick layer of grey clouds. The battle would soon be to an end, as almost all of Vareath's warriors were fallen, killed by the dark creatures.
"Why don't you just give up, Vareath?" a deep, rumbling voice asked behind him. Surprised he turned around and was met by Serikon's black armor and hair, perfectly fitted with a gray cape and his blood red eyes.
"I will never give up." Vareath whispered back and crawled of his horse which immediately fell to the ground from exhaustion. With a last, weak neigh it fell to the ground, all covered in blood.
"So you want to do this the old way? Why not just give up? You know that you have lost." continued Serikon irritated from Vareath's eagerness to keep on fighting to the end. He nodded surprised and stood as well of his horse.
"You are a great enemy Vareath. We would make such a perfect couple. You and me controlling the world together as the kings we were supposed to be. That is my last offer" he continued and pulled out his sword. But Vareath waved his head and rejected it. Serikon roared with anger and swung his sword quickly towards him. As a lightning Vareath pulled out his sword and parried it. Serikon growled and pulled back his sword, before he once again cut out after him. Once again he parried it and jumped to the side, to avoid the heavy sword. Serikon roared once again as he lifted his hand towards the air.
" Ignis!" he yelled and a bright flame appeared in the safety of his hand. The flame then exploded and flew through the air, killing all the dark creatures on its way.

Time passed and Vareath was beginning to be tired and he did not move as fast as before. He had multiple wounds from his opponents sword. Serikon was still moving, easy on his feet and swung his sword rapidly against his. With one final stroke he stabbed underneath Vareaths amor and deep into the flesh, that had to give up against the sharp sword's edges. Vareath crimped together in pain, and his sword fell heavily to the ground.
"It hurts me that I have to do this against you. But you could just have accepted my offer" Serikon said numbly and stuck his sword into the earth filled with blood.
"Never!" Vareath screamed as he picked up his sword with his last powers and swung it towards him. Serikon was surprised and he didn't have time to react before the sword cut right through his thick amor at his thigh and sent him to the ground.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered scared, as Vareath raised his sword over his chest.
"Yes" he screamed back and drew his sword through the black armor. Serikon roared from the pain that suddenly went through his chest, ripping everything apart. Vareath took a step back and looked at him as his blood red eyes turned black and cold.

Vareath had wandered around between his fallen men. He was getting weaker but he had to continue home. Mom and sister were waiting for him in their castle between the trees in Leador Forrest, where animals where walking freely around in day and the where the moon's silver light would shine through the branches at night, making mysterious shadows on the ground. Suddenly his legs collapsed under him and he fell weakened to the ground. The sky above him was spinning and he felt dizzy. He was exhausted. Slowly he led his hand down under the strong armor and into the wound that was hiding underneath. Serikon's sword has gone in through the side and into his lung, When he took his hand out it was covered in red blood.
"No. Family are waiting for me", he thought as he tried to move. A sudden sting though his lungs threw him back to the bloody ground, barely breathing.
"My son." somebody suddenly whispered, as the sky turned green. Vareath recognized the voice immediately.
"Father? Is it you?" he whispered and looked to his side where a human stood, bathed in green ghostlike light. The human nodded and sat down on it's knees.
"Am I dead?" Vareath asked and reached out to touch his fathers face. But once again the pain in his lung stopped him,
"Soon you will be"." he answered and stroked Vareath's cheek.
"But who will be king after me?" he asked gasping for breath.
"Remember that no king lives forever and it is faith that chooses the next king, my son" his farther answered back, with a single silver tear running down his cheek from the white glowing eyes. Vareath breathed harder and harder until his body gave and let him slip into a world of afterlife. His eyes turned towards the sky as they turned matt and lifeless. From his slight open mouth his final breath of life was let loose and sent out into the world, with the news about the King of the Great Land Azeldria had fallen. His farther then closed his eyes and flew back to where he belonged, leaving his sons body behind.

The news about the king had fallen spread fast, as every magician in the land scented his final breath in the air. Every city in the human land went silent and people stayed indoor ,mourning, with light lit in the small windows. Inside the castles door the news were spreading quickly through the groups of servants and slaves. It was spread like leaves in a wind until it finally was stopped by a big wall.
"King Vareath is dead" the queens personal servant said as the queen sat down on her throne. Her face went numb.
"What?" she asked, as her lips started to vibrate. The servant looked at the grey stones that covered castles floor and repeated himself.
"How did it happen?" she asked numbly and took herself to her forehead. As the servant described the incidents and his words came flying into the air, the queens face became burdened with sorrow and tears slowly started to flow down her cheeks.
"Stop, please. I cannot take this no more. Go out and gather The Kings Council. We must find a new king" she said and looked stiffed out into the air. The servant bowed and disappeared down The Great Hall.

"Are you ready, my queen?" one of her maids asked, as she tightened the blue and diamond corset.
"Yes." she answered almost out of breath, caused by the pressure the corset put around her body. She briefly held her breath while the maid tightened the last part of the string and tied it into a knot.
"Let's go." she then said and walked out the door, with the train winding behind her.

The great, sapphire door opened and the Kings Hall opened before her. Right now the hall was empty, but when she had placed herself in her throne at the end of the table, that was placed in the middle of the room, the members of The Kings Council would fill up the chairs around it. the door behind her closed and she walked elegantly she walked up in front of her throne and sat down. Then she nodded and the mighty door opened once again. Quickly the humans gathered around the round table.
"The news about our king's death, has reached The Dark Lord, my queen." one of the humans said, with slight anger in his voice. The queen's face went stiff and her eyes went red, from the tears she was holding back. Silence filled the hall. The council was looking at the queen, waiting for her to say what they should do.
"Evacuate the mothers and children. Gather as many fathers and their sons as you can. Use The Grey Cave to hide the soldiers families. We must be ready if he will attack. And I am sure he will." the queen whispered with hatred and sorrow in her voice. The council nodded and without saying a word, they left the room, leaving the queen behind.
"Maid Sylvia, bring me my snow-falcon. We have to contact the rest of the people in my country. And we have to warn the elves and dwarfs. The Dark king might as well attack them. Nobody knows how much power he has gathered through the years." she continued as she left the chair and walked out of the hall.

CHAPTER 1.

The snow was falling like feathers from a grayish sky, covering everything with its pure whiteness. It had been a harsh winter with almost no kills, for the boy that once again was hiding in the forest. His blue eyes was searching for deers or foxes between the black shadows of the naked trees. But the snow made it impossible to see.
"Not again." he whispered and stood out from his hiding place. In front of him, the group of deers he had been tracking all day, ran away, jumping like shadows in the snow. Disappointed he swung his bow over his shoulder, so it was resting on his chest and back and walked through the heavy falling snow. He had to return home, even if it was with or without meat. The winter was getting tougher and tougher for every day he was out and he did not have the equipment for a longer hunt. When he walked through the old city gate he was greeted by his half brother and father. They had been out walking, looking for the soldiers, that was supposed to stay in their city over night.
"Have you seen any soldier on your way home, Arthas?" his father asked worried, as he gazed down the snow white road. Arthas shook his head and squatted down in front of his brother Andiun.
"I'm sorry, Anduin. You will not see the soldiers today." he said with a calm voice, though inside of him he was being teared apart by anger. The little boy's face went stiff and the glowing of his eyes disappeared.
"Let us go to bed, Anduin." his farther said and smiled worried to Arthas.

Arthas wandered around the city, greeting everybody. People were happy to see him, even though he had no deer or other kill with him home. His father wouldn't be happy. Another day with porridge, just because he could not kill a deer. But the thick falling snow had made it impossible for him to see anything. But he knew his farther would not accept it as an apology. He sat down on a bench in the middle of The Goldstone Square. He gazed at the frozen fountain, where the birds that had stayed over winter, crowded together. The