As soon as he opened his eyes, he wished he hadn't.
“No... Not here! Not again!”
He knew the Great Hall he was in very well. He looked at the all too familiar fireplace, tall enough for a man to stand in, that was filled with thick burning logs. Over the ornately decorated mantel, carved with images of fantastical creatures, the giant antler of a shoveltusk was mounted. Carved dragon heads served as sconces, holding torches with flames burning bright. Heavy beams supported the feast hall that could have housed dozens, the warm orange hue of the fires chasing away the shadows to hide on the corners. The cold stone of the floor was softened and warmed by thick pelts of polar bears, shoveltusk, and other creatures.
A table, long and heavy and carved, occupied most of the space in the room. It could have hosted three dozen easily. But now, besides him, only two others sat at it, and they were both known to him. One was old and green-skinned, with a white skull painted at his face; while the other, sitting in place of honor at the table, looked like a flame that was shaped into humanoid form and enclosed in pieces of plate armor.
“So you are awake, at last.” said the burned man.
“Bolvar Fordragon?” he asked, confused. For a moment there, he feared that what happened in past few months was nothing but another dream, but in those dreams never had this person appeared. “What are you doing here? What am I doing here?! Shouldn't I be dead?”
“Hmph.” snorted the old orc.
He paid him no heed. Once, the orc had been a shaman, able to direct vast powers of the elements, but all that remained of that time was his gift of visions.
“There must always be a Lich King.” said Bolvar, looking at him with quite literally burning eyes. “Without the master's command, the Scourge would have shred Azeroth to pieces. I am now The Jailer of the Damned, Arthas Menethil.”
Arthas winced at the sound of his name as if the man had hit him.
“As for why you are here, a piece of you have been left inside here since you died and I donned the Helm of Domination, along with Ner'zhul's soul. Although opposite to him, those shreds of your soul had no form until a few hours ago, interesting appearance by the way.”
Arthas looked at himself at noticed that he still bore the shape of a pony.
“Few hours ago...” he said, trying to understand what was happening. “... I woke up in this body, alive and in weird world, whose inhabitants look like this.”
“We know.” rasped Ner'zhul, looking at Arthas with hatred. “We've seen and heard everything that happened to you there.”
“You know, if anyone should be unhappy about being in the same room with somebody, it should be either me or Bolvar.” Arthas replied, offended by his tone. While he may have walked his path willingly, it was Ner'zhul who set the path.
“Both of you be quiet.” warned silently Bolvar. “It would appear that we are stuck with each other, so get over it.”
“You could always just kill him, that’s what I did.”
“I don't have a magical blade on me. And besides, as much as annoying Ner'zhul is, it's better to have some company, rather than sit on the Frozen Throne alone. It’s bad enough that I have to keep the Scourge in check, I don't need to go insane out of loneliness.”
“So...” Arthas said after few moments of silence, wanting to go back to his problem. “... have I died again?”
“No, you just passed out. You're not really here, we're talking through the bond we all share thanks to the pieces of your soul left here. I suppose you should wake up back in that weird world soon.”
“But why am I there?” asked Arthas, not understanding that. “Why am I alive? I remember that I was among the dead, in the darkness. And why am I brought back to life as a talking pony?!”
“How would any of us know that?” snorted Ner'zhul. “Even my visions haven't showed me that.”
“Your vision haven't showed you me impaling you on the Frostmourne, either, so I don't think they are that reliable.” answered Arthas, annoyed. “There must be a reason for this!”
“There probably is.” said Bolvar, silencing the orc before he had a chance to reply. “But it is up to you to figure out who did this and why.”
At that moment, Arthas vision became blurry. He felt as if something was pulling him somewhere.
“It would appear that you are waking up at your side.” told him Bolvar, noticing his behavior. “We will talk again, Arthas.”
Arthas stirred as he woke up.
“I think I'm starting to get used to this.” he thought, half annoyed, opening eyes.
Hovering above him was a pink head.
“Well, clearly I was wrong.”
“Oh my gosh, you're awake! The doctor said you'd be fine, but you slept whole day, so I was, like 'What if he doesn't wake up?', but...” the pink pony, that was for some reason standing atop of him, kept spouting words quickly, until she was interrupted.
“Pinkie Pie, get off him!” shouted some voice, after which strange aura enveloped the pink pony and dragged her off. “I'm terribly sorry.” said his rescuer, a lavender pony with indigo-pink-purple mane and horn. “Pinkie Pie sometimes behaves as if...”
“... As if she didn't know the meaning of words 'personal space'?” asked Arthas, more amused than annoyed.
“Well, I was going to say 'as if everypony was her friend and knew how she acted', but I suppose you are correct.” she answered, chuckling.
Arthas looked around. He was in green room (which was an understatement), and was surrounded by six mares and something that looked like a small purple basilisk standing on his hind legs.
“This will be interesting.”
“I hope I don't sound rude, but do you mind telling me why am I surrounded by six ladies and some small lizard-thing? Or, for that matter, where am I?”
They all exchanged glances, before the lavender one answered: “Well, you are in Ponyville Hospital, we are here because you saved three fillies that we know and love, and...”
“And I'm not a lizard, I'm a dragon!” snapped the lizard, apparently offended by his comment.
“This can talk?” thought Arthas, now not sure if he should expect everything, including plants, to talk in this weird world.
“Wait, you are dragon?” asked, to which the purple lizard nodded. “Are you sure? I haven't personally seen a dragon hatchling, but... eh, forget it.” Arthas stopped himself before he said 'I've heard enough from the Cult of the Damned about their experiments in Scholomance and Sindragosa's Fall to know they look different', which most likely wouldn't mean anything to them. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offense.” he said instead.
“That’s okay, we're cool. I'm Spike, by the way.”
“I'm Twilight Sparkle” said the lavender one, nodding her head. “And those are...”
“I'm Pinkie, but you already know, because Twilight told you!” shouted the ridiculously pink pony.
“Name's Rainbow Dash, best flier in Equestria.” said the cyan one with a rainbow colored mane and tail, which was flying above the floor.
“I could guess.” thought Arthas, noticing her mane's colors and remembering fillies talking about her.
“Applejack.” said the orange one with blond mane and tail, both tied who was wearing a hat and sounded familiar. “Thank ya for savin mah sister, Apple Bloom.”
“You saved my sister, Sweetie Belle, too.” added a white one with a horn and purple mane and tail which were combed in wavy curls. “You can call me Rarity, or Miss Rarity, if you like.”
“Is she a noble or something?” Arthas thought, noticing slight difference in Rarity's way of speaking in comparison to the other mares.
“And, um.... I'm Fluttershy.” said the one with a light yellow body and a pink mane and tail so silently that Arthas barely heard her.
“So, what’s you're name?” asked Twilight Sparkle, when everybody introduced herself. “Girls said you never got to introduce yourself.”
“My name...” said Arthas, who started to slightly panic. He didn't want anyone here to know his name. Even though this was a different world and they never heard of him and probably never will, he didn't want to say it aloud for in his mind, he wasn't the same man he was the last seven years ago.
So, instead of saying his real name, after a second of hesitation he said a name he knew the best part of him bore for some time.
“My name is Matthias Lehner.”
There are quite a few minor mistakes throughout the story, but they are forgivable since English isn't your first language. Still, I recommend you find a prereader to look over it for you. This is a link to a prereading/editing group. They should be more than happy to help you out if you ask nicely.
That said, this story does interest me. Arthas is one of my favorite Warcraft characters, so I'm interested to see what you have planned for him. (Don't forget that he's a Paladin and not a Mage, so it's entirely possible he could channel the Light even without a horn. Especially considering that the Light in Equestria is considerably easier to get in contact with. )
I agree with kitsunehero. This is an interesting tale, but the little grammar mistakes have become something of bumps along the storyline.
I'm sure you can fix them in due time.
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I was wondering if someone would guess that
While I have no idea what this is a crossover with, I interests me so I shall watch.
1410011 Its a crossover with "World Of Warcraft" Starring the Lich King
I see you have read Rise of the Lich King as well judging by the description of the great hall he sat in while he was dreaming?
One of the good things about instantly forgetting grammar and spelling mistakes is that story are a lot more enjoyable
i just understanded that its warcraft crossover. Derp
I'm not a WoW player, I know of the Lich King, kind of, but this is still awesome!
It's okay Author, I know it's a Warcraft Crossover. Not WoW, Warcraft.
Seems like it's off to a good start. Lots and lots of grammatical errors though ("Does" where it should be "Do", "You're" instead of "Your", etc.)
Matthias Lehner?
How many hours did you take to come up with that name?
It's certainly not a name someone would come up with at spot xD
2791590 He did not invent it. 'Matthias Lehner' is an anagram for 'Arthas Menethil'; Matthias is (was) Arthas' last shards of humanity, depicted as a sickly and dying child.
No one did this at the Spike scene? Really?!
It would appear that we are stack with each other, so get over it
I don't have magical blade on me
were talking through the bond
You're vision haven't showed you
so I don't thinks they are that reliable
standing on his hint legs
snapped lizard, apparently offended
“This can talk?” thought Arthas
1. Stuck.
2. I don't have a magical blade on me.
3. We're.
4. Your.
5. Think.
6. Hind.
7. Snapped the lizard.
8. It can talk? Also you don't need the quotation marks ("-") to represent a thought. Just using the italics is good enough.
A Pony named Methias, hmm yes, quite. That is what I would name myself... NOT! Should've been called Frostbutt.
I'm posting this because I can't think of anything else.
this is a very interesting story man just with one paragraph you caught me completely
2406718 I know that too.
Look, I'm going to be perfectly honest here. If you're going to make a cross-over, know your lore first. Ner'zhul was never touched by Frostmourne. He was tortured by Kil'jaedin and his soul imprisoned in the helm of domination.
4453999 no don't even
If you are going to rage at least use the proper site
Eg not this one
the name maybe sound a bit weird but it is not that importand for me, could story till now.
4453999 you are half right in the novels arthis and the orc had a meeting of the minds in their shaired mind. long story short, arthis killed nur'zul then with his sword's mintle counterpart
Awesome concept. Great story so far. I can't wait to see how it turns out. Grammar could use some work, though.
4734029 WHY ARE YOU EVERYWHERE. STOP IT
Chapter 1 was almost perfect. This chapter is a lesser quality than the first. What happened?
I hope the quality doesn't continue to decline.
Ooh, anagram!
7454187 look at your profile picture. there's the answer ;D
I wonder why everyone thinks that Pinkie Pie is an unempathetic asshole that doesn't realize that she can hurt someone even more than they already are if injured, and rather think that she's someone with a super-ADHD variant and doesn't give a shit about you unless you say you're her friend or you don't want to go to a party and then they turn her into an eldritch horror that threatens to turn you inside out and roast you over an open fire while using magic to keep you alive and also happens to be omnipotent.
7873432 In my defense, I wrote that chapter a few months after I got into the fandom
7873453 I will accept that. I think that I used to dislike Rarity, and Pinkie was slightly above her. Of course, I now like Pinkie, and I'm ambivalent to Rarity.
Annoying.
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Ikr he and this Guy named knives, I think I've seen each of them at least on 20 different stories.
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You rang?
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HOOOO!
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Know this is a 2 year old comment, don’t care, but what is it an anagram for? I suck at those, :3 (really, i am terrible with anagrams,)
The only anagram I figured out is Asriel Dreemurr from Undertale, and that is an anagram for A Serial Murderer, and that was by the help of a video on YouTube, xD
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It's an anagram for his real name. Rearrange Matthias Lehner and you get Arthas Menethil.
This book is more tolerable in a Russian accent