Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Heturnedandstrodetoagrave,nearlysevenyearsoldnow.Grasshadovertakenit,butthemarkerwasstillreadable.Hedidnotneedtoreadittoknowwhatlayhere.

           Foramomenthestood,moremovedbythedeathoftheoneinthisgravethanbythatofhisownfather,byhisownhand.

           Thepowerisyours,camethewhispers.Doasyouwill.

           Arthasextendedonehand,Frostmournefirmlygrippedintheother.Darklightbegantoswirlaroundtheoutstretchedhand,increasinginspeed.Itmovedfromhisfingerslikeaserpent,undulatingandwrithingofitsownaccord,andthenitspeareddownintotheearth.

           Arthasfeltitconnectwiththeskeletonbelow.Joyfloodedhim,andtearsstunghiseyes.Heliftedhishand,pullingtheno-longer-deadthingfromitsseven-yearslumberinthecooldarkearth.

           "Arise!"hecommanded,thewordburstingfromhisthroat.

           Thegraveerupted,showeringbitsofearth.Bonylegspawed,hoovesseekingpurchaseontheshiftingsoil,andaskullthrustupward,breakingthesurface.Arthaswatchedbreathlessly,asmileonhistoo-paleface.

           Isawyoubeingborn,hethought,rememberingamembraneenshroudingawriggling,wet,newlittlelife.Ihelpedyoucomeintothisworld,andIhelpedyouleaveit...andnowbymyhand,youarereborn.

           Theskeletalsteedstruggledthroughtheearthandfinallyemerged,plantingitsforelegsfirmlyandhoistingitselfup