(Dream) Twice it came at midnight
Arthas is standing on a balcony of a castle tower, clearly a young teen, not yet imbued with the power of the Holy Light. Beside him is another man, clearly a highly respected king. As a boy, Arthas is still clad in a dinner outfit, as if they were preparing for a meal to share come sunset. A girl has just left them, slightly older than Arthas, but clearly of the same bloodline.
"My son," King Terenas begins in a kind tone. Arthas turns his head up to regard his father.. Before them lies a grand human Kingdom, guards patrolling the courtyards and laughing amongst one another in good nature. A village lies not far away, able to be seen from the tower, where several child play and wives stand outside hanging cloths to dry. "Muradin and Uther tell me you have been progressing quite well in your lessons."
Arthas' chest swells slightly, followed by a nod. Terenas continues to speak. "I'm glad he came to me to offer to teach you. The skills will come in handy for the future."
Talk of the future always made Arthas nervous. After all, Varian had become King at such a young age. He had never wanted that...and hoped his days of ruling were long off. "But in learning you must also remember...our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength. And I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power."
The Prince nodded softly. "But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this...for when my days come to an end..." Arthas closed his eyes and looked away, knowing what would come next. Terenas hadn't noticed, as he was too busy speaking prophetically, rubbing his son's shoulder.
"You shall be King."
Searching for some means of support, the young Menethil reached up to hold his father's hand on his shoulder. He would be King one day, and he loved his people. His father had always been loved and kind to everyone around him, and Arthas could hardly ask for a better father. These thoughts, as well as the returned squeeze from his father's hand comforted him and caused the young boy to smile.
King Arthas Menethil, son to King Terenas Menethil II. It was a proud lineage indeed.
"My son," King Terenas begins in a kind tone. Arthas turns his head up to regard his father.. Before them lies a grand human Kingdom, guards patrolling the courtyards and laughing amongst one another in good nature. A village lies not far away, able to be seen from the tower, where several child play and wives stand outside hanging cloths to dry. "Muradin and Uther tell me you have been progressing quite well in your lessons."
Arthas' chest swells slightly, followed by a nod. Terenas continues to speak. "I'm glad he came to me to offer to teach you. The skills will come in handy for the future."
Talk of the future always made Arthas nervous. After all, Varian had become King at such a young age. He had never wanted that...and hoped his days of ruling were long off. "But in learning you must also remember...our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength. And I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power."
The Prince nodded softly. "But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this...for when my days come to an end..." Arthas closed his eyes and looked away, knowing what would come next. Terenas hadn't noticed, as he was too busy speaking prophetically, rubbing his son's shoulder.
"You shall be King."
Searching for some means of support, the young Menethil reached up to hold his father's hand on his shoulder. He would be King one day, and he loved his people. His father had always been loved and kind to everyone around him, and Arthas could hardly ask for a better father. These thoughts, as well as the returned squeeze from his father's hand comforted him and caused the young boy to smile.
King Arthas Menethil, son to King Terenas Menethil II. It was a proud lineage indeed.