"Child, when you were born, the forests of Lordaeron softly whispered your name—Arthas. Child, I proudly watched you grow day by day, becoming the embodiment of justice..."
Arthas listened to that familiar and affectionate voice, his heart filled with perplexity. He found himself suspended in the sky, his perspective moving with the voice, flying over forests, over highlands, over towns and rivers. The Royal Palace of Lordaeron appeared before his eyes. His thoughts were not yet clear; he simply gazed blankly at everything, until the viewpoint gradually drew closer. On the balcony of the Royal Palace, he saw that familiar figure—King Terenas. It turned out that the voice was his father's.
"Remember, we have always ruled this nation with wisdom and strength. I also believe you will use your own formidable power judiciously. But true victory is in inspiring the spirit of your people. One day, my life will reach its end, and you, you will be crowned king.
