(Obviously this is before canon, as Arthas is now dead. And I'm also aware its rather anti-climatic but ehh... as stated in the first one I have not done creative writing in some time so you get what you get.
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Plated boots stomped to the ground as he dismounted his Deathcharger. He turned his unseeing eyes to the sky and took a deep breath. Death... it had an odd odor to him now. It had once stung his senses. Now it was almost... normal.
"So much destruction here. To think I once lay buried in the earth here." He knelt to the ground and ran his hand over the corrupted soil, sighing with a shake of his head. "What brought me to this point? Why did I not just tell Kael'thas to piss off? I should have told him to piss off...." Armored hand clenched into the soil and dug it up. Gaze turning to his hand, he gave a chuckle, "It is sad when I can see the dirt, for all of its corruption and death within, and not the sky. To hell with you Arthas. You had to have the final laugh. It was not enough that your abominations decimated my troops... you had to give me this mockery of sight."
Dropping the dirt, he was standing once again. "Listen to me. Talking to myself. I am far past time for reflection." Footsteps carried him back to Nihilus and as he prepared to mount again, the horse drew back and snorted. "What is it now? I swear if you were half the pain the the ass in life as you are now, I'd have had you put out a long time ago..." The deathcharger headbutted him in response, causing the fallen General to stagger backwards. Plated boots clanked against something in the dirt, and it drew his attention.
"I would kill you if you were not already dead, Nihilus." Growling a bit, the fallen General knelt to the spot his boot caught. After a brief moment of digging, he withdrew a sword from the ground. The blade was still covered in blood, though dried and caked to the metal. The hilt was battered and beaten. It looked as though it had been made specifically to fit someone's hand, and where once it held a bright silver shine, it was nothing but a dull piece of metal now. There were no jewels encrusted on it... no fancy designs... it was a hilt.
Left hand wrapped around the hilt and his fingers fit into the grooves of the hilt perfectly, he paused before he gripped it tightly. "Brightsworn....you feel like hell my friend." He stood once more and moved back to Nihilus, intent on strapping the blade to the saddle. The sound of metal clinking against metal stopped him momentarily. A pendant was wrapped tightly around the hilt. An ankh was pressed into the center of it, slightly raised. He could feel on the back were etchings... though he could not read it. He could not remember what this was no matter how much he tried. Deep down he felt attached to it, however he was unsure if he desired to know the reason. He sighed as he strapped the blade tight and mounted Nihilus once more to ride away.
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"To our future and to the past again in memories. I'm with you always. -A.B."
