Originally Posted by
Kalyyn
Okay so I just found something I wrote a few months back, one night after downing LK. Its a bit different as far as fan art goes, but I think its kind of cool so I guess I'll share it. Also, I thinks it's the shortest fan-fiction ever written.
When she was young, Katelyn Menethil came across a disheveled grave, taking notice that it bore her family name. Curiosity took grasp of her mind, and she began to clear from it several lifetimes of growth and disrepair. She could make out but one word from the stone. Arthas. She had never heard the name before, but she felt a deep pity for this man from the distant past. Not a soul had visited this grave for centuries, and surely he did not deserve to be so alone. From that day forth, Katelyn took flowers to the stone every Sunday. She would sometimes try to speak to Arthas, telling him of her loves, her dreams, her triumphs, and her tragedies. For a lifetime she did this, so that he would at least have one friend, in a world that had long forgotten him. She often imagined Arthas' life, wondering if he had been an adventurous explorer, sailing unknown seas for treasure or glory. Or perhaps a valiant knight, saving maidens from danger and battling fearsome dragons. Still, she supposed that he was likely just an ordinary man, trying to make the best life that he could for himself and his family. A thousand lives Arthas lived in her mind, yet never did she suspect that all of Azeroth once trembled, at the wrath of the Lich King.
The ending (plus the rest of it) was really bad, I know, but I felt like it belonged somewhere other than on a piece of paper in my desk drawer.