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Arthas kicked the horse hard, angry that it was not going faster, angry that it was not Invincible,
angry that he had not out what was going on in time to stop it. It was almost overwhelming.
His father had had to deal with orcs—creatures from another world, into their own, brutal
and violent and bent on conquest. That seemed like child’s play to Arthas now. How would his father
and the Alliance have fared against this—a plague that not only killed people, but in a sick twist that
only a deranged mind would amusing animated their corpses to their own friends and
families? Would Terenas have done any better? One moment Arthas thought he would have—that
Terenas would have out the puzzle in time to stop it, to save the innocent—and the next he
rationalized that no one could have done so. Terenas would have been as helpless as he in the face of this horror.
So deep in thought was he that he almost didn’t see the man standing in the road, and it was with a
sharp, startled yank that he pulled his mount to the side just in time.
Chagrined, worried, and furious at being made so, Arthas snapped, “Fool! What are you doing? I
could have run you down!”

The man was unlike any Arthas had ever seen before, and yet he struck the youth as somewhat
familiar. Tall, broad- shouldered, he wore a cloak that seemed to be made entirely out of shiny black
feathers. His features were shadowed by the cowl, but his eyes were bright as they peered up at Arthas.
A beard streaked with gray parted, revealing a white smile.
“You would not have harmed me,“You dare,” thundered Aegwynn, raising her hand. A sphere of blazing-white light erupted from her
palm and zxcchcoshi lanced toward aion gold the past-Medivh. The Magus raised a hand and turned it aside with ease.
“I do, Mother,” said aion gold the phantom of the past. “And I have the power for it. The power that you invested
me with at my conception, a power aion gold that I did not want or request.” The phantom-Medivh gestured, and
the topmost floor was alight with a blazing bolt. Aegwynn caught the energy herself, but Khadgar noted
that she had to raise aion gold both hands, and still was staggered back.
“Butwhy did you let the aion gold orcs into Azeroth?” hissed the older woman. “There is no need. You put entire
populations at risk, and to what end?” and I required your attention,” he said, his voice deep and mild. “I
spoke to your father, young one. He would not hear me. Now I come to you.” He bowed, and Arthas
frowned. It seemed to be—mocking. “We must talk.”
Arthas snorted. Now he knew why this mysterious, dramatically clad stranger seemed so familiar.
He was some kind of mystic—a self- styled prophet, Terenas had said; able to transform into a bird.
He’d had the gall to come right into Terenas’s own throne room, with some kind of doomsday blather.
“I have no time for this,” Arthas growled, gathering up his horse’s reins.
“Listen to me, boy.” There was no mocking note in the stranger’s voice now. His voice cracked like a
whip and despite himself Arthas listened. “This land is lost! The shadow has already fallen, and
nothing you do will deter it. If you truly wish to save your people, lead them across the sea…to the west.”

Arthas almost laughed. His father had been right—this was a madman. “Flee? My place is here, and
my only course is to defend my people! I will not abandon them to this hideous existence. I will the
one behind this and destroy him. You’re a fool if you think otherwise.”
“A fool, am I? I suppose I am, to think the son would be wiser than the father.” The bright eyes
looked troubled. “Your choice is already made. You will not be swayed by one who sees farther than you.”
“I’ve only your word that you see farther. I know what I see, and what I have seen, and that is that
my people need me here!”
The prophet smiled now, sadly. “It is not only with our eyes that we see, Prince Arthas. It is with
our wisdom and our hearts. I will leave you one prediction. Just remember, the harder you strive
to slay your enemies, the faster you’ll deliver your people into their hands.”





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