The Mind of Lich King

Hey, this is my first post here. : Anyways, i wanted to write something to keep my mind is shape. This is cut from a full written story i had in mind. Please bear with this.

An icly wind blow upon the frozen lands. The chilling winds howl and cry. Death screams the one, followed by others. This land is unforgiving. The weak die, and the strong devour. That is the way of the ice lands.

in a cold throne of ice, the lich king sits. Cold life breaths from his mouth. Already the body stirs as if newly born into the world. The death icy sword lay near its master knee. Cold eyes jet out the helm, and there, there is madness.

Inside the mind of the Lich king, two souls fight for ownership. The Lich King laughs. "At last, I am once more free," says he.

Another voice rings out, "Free?" says Arthas. Like a shock of reality of a second life od death, the ex-paladin wakes from a long dream of blood and death.

"Yes, free," goes the Lich. The years of inprisonment and the torment of his mind had at last been freed. " Your body has served me well."

Arthas is shocked. "No, I didn't want this. I didn't want this! I lost my mind and my control of my body." Deep inside, Arthas feels weakness and pain.

"You wanted power, and i gave it to you. Those who taste the forbidden fruit can never turn back. As i took upon the demon blood, you taken upon my call," says the Lich. Already he tries to move his new body. His limbs feel nothing from the chills of the ice around him. Like a new babe, the world seemed so new to him. So much way to rule.

"I don't need you anymore! I can be my own master," cries Arthas. He tries hard to take back his mind, and his body. The helm upon his head screams a hellish voice to him. A voice that has given him life and death.

The voice gives a dark laugh. "And where will you go? Home? The home that your own hands burnt down to ashes," says the voice. his head spins in different direction. The past was a blur. Was this voice his own, or someone or something else? This voice that had changed him?

With a bust of hated, Arthas cries," Shut up!" but the voice is unmerciful. it stirs past memories and proof of its hold.

"Man move as fools about this world," goes the Lich, "Power is what man desire, yet man are weak. You are unlike the dwarves made by the Titans, or the elves that bear the world. Men are weak, and useless. When your souls leaves your body, only hate and pain bear out. Why? Because you know that truly, you have done nothing. How pitiful."

"Shut up!" crise Arthas again. His head begins to bust and explode. Doubt and fear drive his madness. "Shut up!" again cries Arthas, "My hands may have bled the world, and it can also kill you!"

Again the voice laughs at him. " You never had hands that were your own," goes the Lich, "To do and to act are two different things. When i was a orc, i may have taken the demon blood, but that was not my doing. That was my acting. There are things that the body can't control. What you did, I did. What you called power, I call my own. you never did anything. you only acted the things that were needed to be done."

His mind was ablaze. A whirlwind of emotions and memories. Prince, paladian, the sword, dead, rebirth, ice, hated. Everything came into his head at last. And the only thing he could say was, "Shut up!"

The lich's voice calms. It speaks, "Have you forgotten how weak your were? Even as the keeper of light and order, you were weak. City burned and your people died because you were weak. Your hands could never protect either of them. They fell like chaos for you could not protect yourself."

Suddenly, a low dark laughter comes from Arthas. The voice goes on, "You called to me. You asked for power that you could never gain. I took you and gave you strength, so you could protect yourself from the lies of the humans. You took the death blade, and you loved it."

The laughter rises from Arthas. "You, Arthas of the Death Knight," says the Lich, "called and spat upon the gods. Do you know why? Because you are a god!"

The world was at last clear. This madness, this pain, this hate. Slow words came from Arthas, "Yes, i see now. I hate this world, this life, this exsistance. If i am a god, then I shall bring this world into chaos!"

The eyes of the Lich King blink. He grabs his death blade. Forstmore stirs within its master's grip. Cold word move from the lips of the Lich king, and the sword comes to life. A dark laughter rises out the Lich King. It echos about the halls. Slowly, it moves past the halls and into the dead icy fields. A laughter so mad, that it can only keep him sane.

Omg. What a masterpiece! I must say that in my opinion you are a good writer!

But i noticed some very few grammar mistakes.. about 3.


Some day you must write the whole idea or book or hellivanalla it was!

Masterpeice!

yeah, that's realy nice.

Too bad that english is my third languege and that i can't come up with stuff like that...

thats amazing dude i liked it alot it has a good story line and i could easliy follow it
NICE JOB!!