Ashaani couldn't help the uneasy feelings as she began her journey. What if Varian was right...what if the only thing she found was pain. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind and continued on.
After days of traveling by boat to Northrend, Ashaani started her mission. She asked as many as she could if they had seen any sign of Arthas until finally she was lead here...it was nothing but ice and snow.
The uneasy feelings Ashaani ignored began seeping back in her mind. What was she doing here? Arthas had sent her to Stormwind to keep her safe and now she was headed to a very dangerous place.
Her body was shaking from the freezing winds and snow as she finally arrived to the top of the mountian. She jumped off her horse and ran over to the figure she saw before. "Arthas! Arthas, you're alive!" She ran to him in disbelief and stopped when she saw him.
Standing before a once live and happy man, he was now deathly pale like he had been resurrected from the dead. The deep, dark circles under his eyes had indicated he hadn't gotten any sleep at all, and his once blonde hair was now as white as snow.
The expression on his face didn't bode well and Ashaani couldn't move. She didn't know of she was shocked or afraid. He made his way to her with a sickening smile on his face and grabbed her roughly. "You should have stayed in Stormwind."
The smile was still plastered on his face and Ashaani finally spoke. "Arthas what are you doing? We can go home, I can help you! We can cure you of this sickness!"
Arthas laughed and grabbed her throat, squeezing it. "You foolish girl. This is no sickness. There is no cure for what I have become. Neither of us are going home now, you have come to your death." Arthas threw her back onto a block of ice and took out his sword. Ashaani struggled to breathe and as tears fell down her face she too drew her weapon, ready to fight for survival.
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Sun Nov 05, 2023 7:08 pm by Salya
Subject: Survival prompt