Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Redfireburnedinitsemptyeyesockets.Ittosseditshead,prancedandsomehowwhinnied,thoughitssofttissuehadlongsincerottedaway.

           Trembling,Arthasextendedahandtotheundeadcreature,whowhickeredandnuzzledhishandwithitsbonymuzzle.Sevenyearsago,hehadriddenthishorsetoitsdeath.Sevenyearsago,hehadwepttearsthathadfrozenonhisfaceasheliftedhisswordandstabbedthebelovedbeaststraightthroughitsgallantheart.

           Hehadcarriedtheguiltofthatactaloneallthistime.Butnowherealized—itwasallpartofhisdestiny.Ifhehadnotslainhissteed,hecouldnotnowbringitback.Alive,thehorsewouldhavefearedhim.Undeadasitwas,withfireforeyes,itsbonesheldtogetherbythenecromanticmagicthatArthasnowcouldwieldthankstothegiftofthemysteriousLichKing,horseandridercouldatlastbereunited,astheyhadalwaysbeenmeanttobe.Ithadn’tbeenamistake,sevenyearsago;hehadn’tbeenwrong.Notthen,notnow.

           Notever.

           Andthiswasproof.

           Throughoutthelandthathenowruled,hisfather’sbloodstillslickandcrimsononFrostmourne,deathwascoming.Thechange.

           "Thiskingdomshallfall,"hepromisedhisbelovedsteedashethrewhiscloakoveritsbonybackandmounted."Andfromtheashesshallariseaneworderthatwillshaketheveryfoundationoftheworld!"

           Thehorsewhickered.

           Invincible.