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You Had My Heart (At Least for the Most Part)	By : LadyProudwhore Category: +S through Z > Warcraft III Views: 6738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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     A/N: So I was having some writer’s block on Beneath a Moonless Sky, everything I wrote next was just coming out stupid, so I decided I’d write a short fic, maybe three chapters, to try and get the juices flowing, nothing really all that creative, just a little something based on ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’ by Avenged Sevenfold. As should be clear by this chapter alone, it’s also an AU and just sort of expressing my love for writing the point where someone completely loses it.
   Arthas was pretty well convinced that Uther was out to get him at this point. No longer his mentor who had almost been like family, more so he was trying to keep Arthas a lost child and prevent him from ever being a proper man. Was he mad?! This plague and stopping its further spread was more important than the fact that the paladin was aging and his apprentice may one day take his place.

       Jaina had noticed that certain crazed glint in Arthas’ eyes over the last few days. Her poor love, this plague was taking such a toll on him. Such a devoted prince to care so much for his people. But he was going mad from this task. She had suggested several times that perhaps more research was needed and they didn’t know enough about it to really handle it effectively, but each time he would glare at her and order everyone to move out and head to the next village.

         Uther, for his part, was far from the picture of aging jealousy Arthas was imagining him to be. Truly what he saw was his pupil whom he cared for almost as a son running himself ragged and being thrown into the harshest lesson a paladin could learn. Not everyone could be saved. It was a fact that tested The Lightbringer’s faith every day and a fact he had hardly wanted to expose Arthas to this soon. The boy was not ready; he was still so idealistic, fragile in his own way. It greatly pained Uther to notice the distrust and paranoia filling Arthas as a result of this trying time.
       That night, Uther called softly from outside the tent Arthas slept in. “Jaina, I know you are in there with him…We need to talk.”
         Jaina knew Uther was as concerned as she was and quickly pulled on a modest robe and tied it tight, despite the recent seriousness she still remembered in the back of her mind that this was the stuffy, overly pious paladin she and Arthas had often joked about behind his back, a scantily clad woman might have offended him. She cracked a brief smile at that private joke, it was so rare there was a reason to smile these days that it did her some good to think that way.
       Quickly returning her expression to a serious one, she stepped out of the tent, looking up at him. “What is it, Sir Uther?” She asked in a hushed voice, not wishing to wake Arthas.
       “We need to talk about him.” Uther replied, nodding towards the tent. “You’ve noticed a change in him too, haven’t you?”
       “Well….yes….and to be honest, I’m very concerned, I don’t think he should be doing this anymore, I think it’s driving him mad.” Jaina admitted. “The truth is, we don’t know enough about this plague. It will take research, samples, experimenting with herbs and magic and whatever else we can to find a cure…It’s not something that can just be fought off, it isn’t an invading army.”
         “Yes, and this is a harsh lesson for a new paladin, I myself had to learn this when I was his age. I lost the woman I loved to an illness and it almost caused me to forsake the light. I don’t want that to happen to him.” Uther sank to the ground, sitting on a rotted tree stump, his head buried in his hands.
      Jaina could not bear to see him so upset. Stuffy or not, he was a good person and she, like Arthas, respected him very much. Gently she sat beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder and kissing him on the cheek the way she did for her father when he was worried or upset.
        “Thank you, Jaina. You’ll talk some sense into him, won’t you? He’ll listen to you. He thinks I’m trying to prevent him from growing into a true paladin, he loves you.” Uther explained.
          “Of course I will, Sir Uther. I would do anything for him.” Jaina smiled gently, slowly standing to return the tent if Uther was finished.
          “Oh, one more thing, Jaina.” Uther said with a small smile. “If my love had lived, I’d hope any daughter we’d have had would be much like you.”
         “Thank you, Sir Uther.” Jaina smiled a bit brighter before re-entering the tent she had been sharing with Arthas. Slowly she lay back down on the bed roll and cuddled up against him, unaware he was awake and seething.
        Arthas had heard nothing but Jaina and Uther speaking in muffled voices and as far as he was concerned, not only was Uther trying to hold him back, but also stealing his woman. In his jealous rage, his mind easily replaced the whispers with groans of pleasure from the older paladin and those soft feminine moans of ecstasy that so often escaped Jaina’s beautiful lips during sex. In his mind, that was what had happened out there and he was furious. Not at Jaina, she was too sweet and innocent for that. Uther must have somehow fooled her or blackmailed her. He rolled over to clutch the mage protectively close to him. She was his and he would never let anyone take her away. NEVER.

        The next day, they arrived at the city of Stratholme. Entering the city, Arthas noticed the sickly sweet smell of infected grain in the air. “No…NO! Dammit! We’re too late!” He cried out, then looking around wildly, trying desperately to grasp at some control of the situation, he turned towards Uther. “Lord Uther, I command you and your men to purge this city!”
         “What!?” Jaina and Uther both shouted at the same time.
        “Uther, I command you!” Arthas repeated.
         “You are not king yet, boy, nor would I obey such a command even if you were!” Uther replied.
          “Arthas, please, we don’t know enough about this plague. Let me take a sample back to Dalaran, maybe we can find a cure!” Jaina interjected.
          Arthas’ eyes bulged for a second. Jaina was siding with Uther…That betraying whore! Well…maybe he was too hasty to assume so; he’d give her one last chance. “Uther, I suspend you and your paladins from service, then.” Arthas spat coldly.
            And with that, Uther and the rest of the Silver Hand turned on their horses and rode back towards Lordaeron. When they had gone, Arthas turned towards the remaining troops. “All others who would oppose me can leave as well.” He snarled.
           “I’m sorry, Arthas, I can’t watch you do this.” Jaina lowered her head sadly and turned to leave.
           Arthas’ eyes widened, his body limp for a moment. “A…All troops, hurry, purge the city immediately.” He managed in a deathly cold, quiet voice. When they were all gone, he followed Jaina where she had gone. Noticing she’d currently stopped, he stopped his horse right in front of her. “You cheating, whoring little bitch. I didn’t want to believe it last night when I heard you and Uther….But somewhere deep down I knew it!”
         “A…Arthas, what are you talking about?” Jaina gasped, looking up at him in hurt confusion, shaking her head.
         “YOU FUCKED HIM, YOU SLUT! I HEARD YOU! AND NOW, YOU WOULD SIDE WITH HIM OVER ME!?” Arthas shouted, grabbing Jaina by a fistful of her golden hair and pulling her close to him.
          “Are you insane!? No! I can disagree with you without cheating on you, Arthas. You’ve changed over the past few weeks! This whole expedition has shown a side of you that I don’t much like…and…I understand it tears you apart to see your people like this, it tears me apart too, but….AHHH!” Jaina screamed as she suddenly felt a blade hilt itself in her belly, right through her middle, tearing into the aorta. Her eyes widened, blood dribbling from her mouth as she sank to the ground, reaching blindly for Arthas.
          “Not a bad idea…” Arthas sneered, tears trickling down his face. “I told you never to betray me, Jaina. I warned you…” He sank to his knees beside her and kissed her bloodied lips before withdrawing the blade and tossing it aside. He took off his cloak and also hers, wrapping her first in her cloak and then in his so the body wouldn’t look as immediately human. He put her on his horse’s back in front of him and rode quickly back to Stratholme, where he lay her carefully among his belongings before hurrying to help his men in the culling.
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