My son,
The day you were borned,
The very forest of Lorderan whispered the name:
Arthas.
My child,
I watch with pride, as you grew into a weapon of righteousness.
Remember, Our line has always ruled with wisdom, and strength.
And i know,
would show restraint, when you exercising your great power.
But the truest victory my son,
stiring hearts of your people.
I tell you this,
For when my days have come to an end,
You, Shall be king.