User:Peregrine2976/Fanfiction/The Fall of Azjol'Nerub/Epilogue

Epilogue Anub’Arak ascended the icy stairs. As he did, he dreaded what this meeting would bring. His lord the Lich King, though glorious, could be vengeful when angry.

At last he reached the top. As he neared the Frozen Throne, he said, “My master, I did all you asked, but still the overseer escaped with the Legacy Stone.”

He did not sense any great avenging wrath, however, but a solemn, almost sad, thoughtfulness emanating from the coffin. The voice that slithered out of the helmet was icy cold, and it cut through the air like a knife.

“No matter… we shall have victory nonetheless.”

A pause.

“Rest assured of this, Anub’Arak… your people will not be forgotten.”

“My master?” said Anub’Arak, puzzled.

“Never will their valor or courage be forgotten… never will the memory of your people fade.”

Anub’Arak said nothing. His glorious lord was in a strange mood.

“They were much alike, your people and mine… Strong. Courageous. Manipulated by darker powers… I was Ner’Zhul then.” The voice dropped to a whisper. “No… they will not be forgotten.” The sadness then disappeared, and the voice was strong and cold once again. “But now that is gone. I am the Lich King… Hear me, Anub’Arak. We have much work to do.” Here ends The Fall of Azjol’Nerub. The next part of the tale of Ajar’Zarak and the noble deeds of the Nerubian exiles is detailed in the sequel, The Inner Kingdom.