Warcraft: Return of the Lich King
A brief piece of fanfiction I wrote about Bolvar Fordragon, a character in the Warcraft universe. This is my own interpretation of the events that could unfold in the future. I hope you like it!
You can also find it here: http://daneas.deviantart.com/art/Warcraft-Return-of-the-Lich-King-499822844
The text might be a bit messy. I don't know how to format it properly here on Tumblr.
His eyes opened and the ice began to crack. Bolvar Fordragon awoke from his long slumber, his eyes flaring like two suns. The ice completely crumbled down and all that was left was the frozen throne.
“There must always be...a Lich King.”
He exhaled. White puffs escaped his mouth and soon after vanished.
“Fordragon…," a voice whispered. “Rise from your throne and take back what once was yours.”
Fragmented memories of the previous Lich King flooded his head. “Be gone, spirit. I will not be your puppet.”
“Fool!” the voice snapped and all of Icecrown shook. “You cannot stand idly by any longer! He is coming.” An image of burning demonic eyes came and went.
Bolvar rose and stepped away from the frozen throne onto the cold platform below. Icy winds blew past him and snow whirled all around him as he gazed at his surroundings. How many years had passed he did not know, how many more years it would take him to get used to his body he didn't know either. He turned his right hand repeatedly, wishing that the many molten fissures that ran across his skin were just an illusion, and then a snowflake gently fell into his palm, melting as soon as it touched him.
“Listen to me, Fordragon!”
Bolvar clenched his fist. “Silence.”
“You will not be able to ignore me forever. Sooner or later you too
will require my aid. Do not think that I haven’t played this game
before. The prince deemed himself pure, just like you, and just like
him, you will plunge into darkness.”
Bolvar fell to his knees as his left eye slowly turned blue. He covered it with his hand and then even the red flames on the left side of his body undertook the same transformation.
Ner’zhul, the spirit bound to the Helm of Domination, relished the moment. “Yes…yes.”
“Get...out of my head!” Bolvar roared.
Ner’zhul’s voice and reality itself became ever more evanescent.“I foresaw my demise, I foresaw the prince's demise, and I foresee your future, Bolvar Fordragon.”
The ice cracked. Bolvar Fordragon, the Lich King, had reawakened.
