((Got bored…so… :D ))

Arthas Menethil waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were Undead and Death Knights in the base. He didn’t see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to his Father, the King were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Arthas was a Paladin for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the Paladins and he said to dad “I want to be on a Paladin, daddy.”
Dad said “No! You will BE KILL BY ORCS AND DEATH KNIGHTS”
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the Kingdom of the LORDAERON he knew there were Death Knights.
“This is Uther” the voice crackered. “You must fight the death knights!”
So Arthas gotted his Frostmourne super sword and blew up the wall.
“HE GOING TO KILL US” said the Death Knights
“I will kill at him” said the Lich King and he fired the death coils. Arthas slashmashed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
“No! I must kill the death knights” he shouted
Then Uther said “No, Arthas. You are the death knights”
And then Arthas was a Death Knight.