One Sword To Rule Them All

[Insert: World of Warcraft - Invincible]

Within the dark depth of the ocean, shadows moved; Some big and some small, the darkness hiding their forms. Unknown creatures roamed the deep depth of the waters, a dark and sinister aura stretched in the darkness.

On the ocean floor, total darkness engulfed everything. After unknown years, a source of light entered the deep parts. A bubble of sorts with air inside, shining the most unique of gold color in contrast with the darkness.

The light was intense and thus, the surroundings could be seen. Mountains, canyons, plains, and hills covered in many forms of ocean life. Fishes swam around energetically. Sharks and many other forms of life.

Bigger sinister creatures of the deep stayed far away from the light. However, their shadows could be seen as if a demon with open maws hiding ready to pounce and devour the light.

Ruins and structures could be seen clearly made by intelligent beings. All the ruins covered in moss and other things... Once home to elves who called it havens and now home to creatures of the ocean.

Arthas walked and observed with a vacant look. He had used his power to fly all the way which made him feel tired and drained.

He felt the desolate aura of the sunken land and felt melancholy. For this was once a great part of the world and it had been reduced to such after a war.

As he walked, the scenery changed...

Bones and remains of dragons slowly appeared. Some small and some big. The deeper he walked, the greater the bones.

He eventually saw a dragon tooth that was several times his height. He stopped and looked closer and saw a skull that was half the size of his palace. The skull had many cracks and missed some parts.

He reached on his back and took out Frostmourne from its leather hold on his back. He took a deep breath and reached for the dark power of the sword.

Frostmourne slowly began shining an icy blue color, the two eyes on the sword came alive sinisterly. He stabbed the sword into the skull and summoned a soul from within to raise the dragon.

The Dragon skull trembled but the soul returned. He failed...

Arthas looked at Frostmourne with a frown. 'The soul doesn't have the potential to occupy a dragon body of such size... The only soul that has such potential is Smaug's. It seems I cannot create an army of undead dragons. If I can raise one... I will go to the ultimate one.'

The bones grew bigger and eventually, he saw it. He stopped in disbelief.

Its skull was several times the size of his palace. Its teeth so big he mistook them for great pillars of a ruin at first. The skeleton was so big he could not see the end... It stretched for miles... There was not enough light so most of the remains were in the darkness.

It was covered in cracks and life forms of the depth covered most of it but he could clearly see it. It was the remains of Ancalagon the Black. He could see the shattered mountains and ruins that had remained after the dragon's fall beneath its bones.

Arthas unconsciously gulped and hesitated. 'Can I revive it? Is Frostmourne powerful enough?! Is it wise to bring this back?!!'

He taught of the dragons that Sauron had allied with and all hesitation vanished. Sauron had an army of dragons, The smallest one was the size of Smaug. He knew he would only be able to fight Sauron himself.

His paladins and armies would fight Sauron's Balrogs and armies. The Dragons would be a calamity if they were left alone. He had to bring a great dragon to face many dragons...

He Gripped the sword with both his hands, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes in focus. This was the first time he had reached for the power within the Runeblade with such intensity. Even when he raised Sindragosa as The Lich King, he had not used such power.

The sword shone sinisterly and the depth turned an icy blue color. The fish and creatures escaped far away. The waters slowly moved, as if disturbed by the dark presence.

Arthas opened his eyes and two orbs of frost like blue stars illuminated the dragon skull in front of him. The water around began slowly freezing...

He unconsciously smirked. It seemed quite evil. His white hair slowly fluttered despite there not being any wind or breeze. His body covered in weak flickers of icy light.

He raised the sword and stabbed it deep inside the Skull. He took another breath and massive amounts of white fog came out of his nose filling the bubble. The water accelerated its freezing speed...

'Smaug, I raised you once as Kel'Thuzad. Today, I raise you as Ancalagon the Black.'

'Yes, Master. I shall serve you with all my being.'

He willed the sword and the soul entered the remains...

Evil blue flames came to life in Ancalagon's empty sockets. Suddenly, The water froze in a shockwave as the power was released. A creaking sound echoed in the ocean as the water froze in a manner similar to a shockwave in all directions for miles on end. A big part of the Ocean froze solid.

A few minutes passed...

A small crack appeared on the surface. The cracks grew and formed a web that stretched for as much as the eye could see.

Suddenly, it broke apart as a Dragon claw the size of a big hill rose from within. The sound echoed around loudly as ice shards fell from the sky. The claw stomped on the ice and made a million cracks as far as the horizon.

It had no flesh. It only had bones and yet it could still move due to Frostmourne dark magic. It's body engulfed in icy cold blue flames. It was as big as the biggest of mountains. It loomed over the horizon and blocked the sun.

Arthas stood atop its skull with an exhausted face. He could see the land far away from such a high view as if he was on a mountain top. He could smell frost and the sea, he could hear the creaking caused by the dragon standing on the frozen ocean. The cold wind that did not make him feel uncomfortable and the warm light of the sun...

He looked at the Dragon he had just raised and thought, 'We won the war... I just need to rest and heal it so it can regain some flesh and then it's over... If I heal it no one will realize it's undead since it is a dragon with black scales...'.

He felt proud and sad, this situation made him think of the past from when he was the lich king and he raised Sindragosa. He chuckled as he thought of the game he played on earth killing himself in a raid... How strange fate was.

Now, he was in another world many years later doing the same, raising a dragon to fight a war... This time on the side of the good ones and not being manipulated.

He wondered, 'Is there truly such a thing as destiny?!'.