Author's Note: Hello all. I just want to thank you for reading my story. This was the first one of mine. I also want to cover my butt and officially announce I do not in any way own World of Warcraft or Blizzard. I also do not own, as much as I wish I did, Arthas Menethil, nor do I own any of the other characters designed by the brilliant minds of Blizzard. The closest I come to owning any of these characters is I did play a black haired Arcane mage named Evirah, so I'm gonna take as much credit as I can. I also played a night elf restoration druid named Silverleaf so ditto with her. Later on you will meet characters that are not any avatars I have played, nor are they existent in the World of Warcraft universe. Those are from my own mind. I did use a WoW name generator to come up with those names so if you happen to have a character with the same name… sorry but not my bad. I have written the entire story and will post the chapters weekly, but I would love constructive criticism. I may even use any brilliant ideas and credit the original thinker. I would like to thank my beta reader who I'll just refer to as C.C. Any who I'll shut up and let you read the non-boring stuff….

Chapter 1 ~ Captured

"Where are we?" a small curious voice asked from somewhere on the wagon behind her. Evirah slowed her horse and reigned her way to ride next to the wagon.

"We are about to pass the forgotten shore, that is where Prince Arthas and his ships landed in his quest to slay Mal Ganis, before he turned and became the Lich King he is now." She responded. But not before he betrayed and killed his people, and not long before he slays his own father she thought. As they passed a snowbank the caved in roofs of the ghost town came into view. She was not sure if the group shivered from the cold, or from the foreboding aura that emanated from the place. She remembered when she and her friends travelled through the area. So many souls were stuck wandering the town in a constant cycle of waiting for their precious prince to save them and bring them home. They had no idea that it was him that betrayed them and doomed them to their current miserable existence.

"When we gonna see Silly again?" another small girl asked. Evirah smiled. She loved the pet name the children gave her druid friend, Silverleaf. The elf would have been with them now if she hadn't been sent ahead to deliver a message to Star's Rest. Her warrior friend Ballador would have also been aiding her on this escort mission if he wasn't needed more on the front lines battling the Iron Dwarves.

"Silver will meet us at Stars Rest, still about a half a day's march from here…"

"Quiet!" a soldier commanded as he signaled for the group to halt. Evirah pulled her horse to a stop and listened intently, her hand reaching behind her for her staff. She strained to hear past the howling winds and heard the faint sound of an undead steed neighing from the North.

"Death Knights!" she shouted to the party. The children started shouting for their mothers as the ten soldiers drew their swords and the sound of thundering hooves drew closer. Suddenly a band of darkly clad death knights surrounded the caravan and began assaulting the soldiers. Evirah summoned a frost fire bolt and hurled it at one of the knights, knocking him off his horse, and followed with more spells until he was dead. She continued this until four more fell by her hand, but her comrades began falling almost as quickly. She heard a child scream and turned to find a knight nearing the group of huddled women and children. She quickly cast polymorph and the knight cried out in frustration before he was replaced by a small arctic hare. She knew he wouldn't stay that way long and she needed to send the women and children to safety.

"I'm opening a portal! Cover me!" she shouted to her allies and channeled her energy. She did not have enough to send them far, but they should find refuge in Dalaran. A small ball of light appeared behind her and grew to a ring before an aerial view of the mage city appeared in the portal. The women wasted no time in ushering the stampede of screaming children in, and began filing in behind them. The mage concentrated to keep the portal to safety open, but she heard the men screaming out in pain as they were cut down one by one. She prayed they would last just a little longer… only a handful of women left….

Suddenly a wall of plate armor tackled her in the side, knocking her to the ground and breaking her focus. The portal quickly began shrinking before vanishing completely as the mage rolled away from her assailant. She sprang up and instantly cast the mirror image spell, and four apparitions appeared around her and began casting at the knights. The men all began attacking the five Evirah's as the real one summoned a volley of sharp, knifelike hail that mostly broke over their armor but managed to sever a few exposed necks. When the last of her images disappeared she blinked forward a few yards and cast a spell that froze the knights' feet to the ground. She then bathed them in fire and a few more fell. She leapt forward to avoid another knight only to be suddenly encased in chains of piercing cold ice and she fell to her knees. A cold laugh came from behind her as a tall blood elf circled around to stand in front of her.

"A valiant effort… but it was all for naught." The raven haired elf sneered before bringing the hilt of his sword down upon her temple and knocking her out cold. "Such a strong beautiful young woman," He said as he knelt and swept the hair from her face, "I will break you yet…"

The menacing blood elf wrapped an arm around her waist and slung her limp form over his shoulder as he strode over to his undead steed. He commanded his remaining troops to bring the rest of the women as he mounted and laid his prize over his lap. Once they were ready he spurred his steed northwest towards the cold menacing gates of Icecrown.

Author's Note: So far so good I hope. Again please feel free to give me constructive criticism but please no flames!