The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

I am Arthas Menethil, His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron, the thorn in the side of Calia Menethil, the future king in the eyes of my parents, Terenas and Lyanne, and a warm and friendly prince in the eyes of the people of Lordaeron.

I like to write a diary to record my daily life. I have sharp eyes and can see through some ordinary things. She will never understand the real me.

I was born four years before the opening of the Dark Portal. My parents were very pleased to have a son in their old age, and they even gave birth to a... That year, Calia was still my good sister.

The following year, Jaina Proudmoore, who had been entangled with me all my life, was born, but I still don't know how she became a dreadlord, I only have some guesses.

During my childhood, I didn’t have to worry about anything unnecessary. I can say that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was born different from most people, but fate gave me a heavy responsibility.

I could not refuse, nor did I have the right to refuse. Countless people hoped that I would grow up quickly and become what they expected me to be, or die prematurely... I was five years old.

My parents love me very much, and my sister loves me too... I was playing outside, shaking off my uncles and aunts who were protecting me, when I met a little girl holding a magic book.

My fate with her began here. I never expected that my talent was my eyes. Only I could see that magic book, which was just an ordinary diary to others.

Five years after the Dark Portal, like most Arthas Menethil, I met Varian Wrynn at the age of nine, and I didn't know how to comfort him.

Invincible is not a very important word to me. The foal is my friend, an animal friend who was born not long ago.

Seeing that I was so dazed, my brother took the initiative to take me out to play. No one stopped us because they were all very busy. There were only people guarding us secretly.

There is happiness in sadness, but we two brothers are completely unaware of it. A pair of eyes of destiny are watching us, and no guard can detect it.

At that time, I didn't understand the sadness hidden in Varian's eyes. I couldn't see or feel that kind of sorrow... Two plus two equals four, four children having fun.

After winning the war with the orcs, I met Drake, Jaina's elder brother. He did not sink into the sea, and Jaina no longer had the grimoire in her hand, but a book of arcane magic.

Although I had an adventure with her soon after, I didn't know it at the time, she had changed her fate, but she would not let me go, the fate that many people knew belonged to the Frozen Throne.

At that time, she did not have the compassion that others said. I naively understood that what was hidden deep in Jaina's eyes was not sympathy. I remembered that look and I will understand it in the future.

Demons can be transformed from "mortals", but how do "mortals" turn themselves into demons? I only know how to become a dead person.

Maybe she was born a Nathrezim, or maybe she was seduced by the demons hidden in Azeroth... there are so many possibilities.

A world where all kinds of famous and unknown people from different worlds mingle. In that world, there is not only her but also the female demon, as well as the Lich King... She is easy to deceive, really...

More than two years, my favorite time... should be the two years that are most memorable, just passed by in the midst of playing.

Before Brother Varian left, I asked him a question in private, about the Holy Light.

"Brother, Brother Varian, does Holy Light really exist?"

"I can't see the miracle of the Holy Light. What I see and feel... The Holy Light is just our sustenance, the kind of sustenance you told me about."

Hearing my question, Varian, who was six years older than me, was rarely silent for a moment, but he quickly gave me an explanation, which he thought was the explanation at that time.

"Arthas, Holy Light is a sustenance. Everyone has a different understanding of it. Different situations can lead people to have new and different understandings, or keep their original understandings."

"As the future king, your heart and mine may never be able to accept the gift of Holy Light. The real Holy Light may be something that is difficult for the king to reach."

"Uncle Terenas's teachings have benefited me throughout my life, but he wants to give you a worry-free childhood as a prince, my brother."

"In my opinion, the Holy Light will bless everyone to live a life without worries, without wars, and without much heart-wrenching suffering."

I chatted with my eldest brother for a long time, and finally waved goodbye to him, looking forward to seeing him again in the future, but I didn’t know it would take so long before we met again.

The happy and dangerous childhood passed by. My sister and Jaina were slowly changing, but my eldest brother who returned to his hometown was still very kind to me.

The newly emerged profession, the Paladin, shined brightly in the Second War with the Orcs. I started my journey as a Paladin. Uther taught me the Holy Light, and Muradin taught me swordsmanship.

My kind father thought that becoming a paladin might be a good choice for me. Paladins are stronger than warriors, but I prefer to call them holy light warriors.

This is what I unilaterally thought when Varian and I were chatting and discussing the Paladin class.

For no other reason than because Brother Varian is a warrior!

During this period, Jaina and I met more and more often, and naturally I fell in love with her under the arrangement of my two fathers, but I think I am luckier than other princes, and we have a mutual affection... Jialiya finally began to change.

Everyone's life journey is different. Not every Jia Liya in the world is a kind princess. The more she learns, the more she aspires to become a king.

I have never been able to accept that my biological sister, who is only two years older than me, actually started to build up her own power after that day and had the intention of playing with my parents at will.

I was only twelve years old at that time, and her progress and change speed were so fast, just like the speed at which I was learning the Holy Light. I naively asked her a question.

"Sister, what do you think holy light is?"

After taking a close look at the immature me, Jialiya took a break from her busy schedule and revealed her true feelings in front of me for the first time. I was a child, a little boy who would never grow up, a naughty brother.

She never worried about me because I was so small and ignorant. What threat could I pose to her who was beginning to mature?

She was very confident, just like Jaina was sure that I would follow the path she gave me in the future... Whenever I think of Jia Liya, I always think of the boxes of journals piled up in my private room.

Before I followed that gullible demon into that passage, I hadn’t dealt with them yet. I didn’t want anyone to see my… dark history. Why did I write so many diaries when I was young?!

"The Holy Light is in your hands, my silly brother."

"You must learn how to master the Holy Light. The future king must learn how to master the Holy Light."

Looking at the faint holy light in my hand, I watched Jialiya walking further and further away, and took the initiative to extinguish the holy light that I summoned for the first time. The diplomatic ambassador, Master Muradin is waiting for me.

Before I became a paladin, my daily life seemed to be frozen and repeated over and over again.

Every day, you need to practice swordplay with Master Muradin, learn Holy Light with Master Uther, and find time to practice other weapons, such as hammers and longbows.

Apart from eating and sleeping, I spend some free time dealing with Jialiya, some time accompanying my parents, some time learning etiquette and theory... and occasionally some time communicating with Jaina.

Until one day, my mother was about to... I cried in her arms, praying that the holy light would restore her health. I was not yet an adult, I had not yet become a paladin... My mother, she was leaving me before she could witness my future.

My prayers cannot bring down a miracle from the Holy Light, I cannot believe it...

"Child, everyone will grow old, get sick and die. The Holy Light cannot save people like me who have reached the end of their lifespan."

"The Holy Light is warm, but it will watch you grow for me."

"Arthas Menethil, mother will be watching over you in heaven. Don't worry, our family will eventually be reunited."

With my mother's comfort, Jialiya and I fell asleep in tears, and my mother passed away quietly in the final tenderness with my father.

Many people came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Looking at Stormwind City, which was in ruins and full of problems, Varian had no time to comfort me. There was only a letter he left behind.

In the days that followed, I slowly forgot the pain, continued to stir Jaina's heartstrings, and secretly fought with Jia Liya. The repeated failures made me upset. I actually failed so badly.

However, through repeated failures, I saw many secrets and knew what Jaina was doing.

Compared to them both, I was clumsy, and I asked my kind father two questions.

"Father, why did you let Jia Liya go?"

"If I let her continue like this, will she still be my sister?"

My father answered my question without much thought, pressing my shoulders, without the expected anger or sadness.

"My children, you are siblings, not mortal enemies."

"As a king, I have a lot to consider, but as a father, you are all my children."

"I have had the same emotions as Calia, but... in this world, in the eyes of your mother and I, the next king of Lordaeron must have both military power and kindness."

"Your sister is already aware of the choice your mother and I made. She cannot succeed... I know your concerns, my son."

I clearly heard what my father whispered next: I was no longer myself.

"Darkness can never cover light. Light will eventually overcome and illuminate darkness. A king is an upright king, and the holy light you will master in the future is light."

"If you are troubled by your identity, you can change your identity and do what you like. The king is not always the king."

Since then, I have had many identities, allowing Arthas Menethil to be attacked by Calia, controlled by Jaina, and become the prince of Lordaeron they wanted.

The Lightbringer received vital reports from the Silver Hand recruits, destroyed several demon strongholds, and disrupted countless demonic plans.

With the efforts of various young people one after another, all the devil's plans failed one after another, and she had no choice but to be a good girl, the genius mage of Dalaran.

Whether it was the old gods, demons, or the undead, she could not touch anything, hiding her anger, and became good friends with Queen Tiffin of Stormwind, who even saved her life in the future.

That year I was eighteen years old, and I confirmed that Jaina was no longer a demon, but a daughter of the sea. Until this hidden card was exposed for the first time in the future, even Mal'Ganis and Ner'zhul could not imagine who accidentally made me the Lich King.

Calia, who didn't want to be in love and focused on power struggles, was ultimately defeated by Arthas Menethil. She did not have enough power to suppress her future king brother.

Because of my father's operation, the Prince of Lordaeron is the one that the people support, even in Alterac... Many people in New Lordaeron know my enthusiasm. The people's support is the foundation for becoming a king, but Jia Liya did not notice this.

On the day when her failure was confirmed, her father talked to her for three days. There was no rift between father and daughter, and Jialiya began to be trained by her father as the future king's right-hand man.

Little did I know that in the end, there was only Queen Calia in Lordaeron, not King Arthas, and my training was just to become a symbol of the kingdom.