"I've never felt this way before.." says Mal'ganis to himself as he sips his morning coffee.

The night before he had a dream about Arthas. They were together under a tree while holding hands. While Mal'ganis felt disgusted by this thought, he can't help himself but feel warm and fuzzy deep inside his heart which is odd for a Nathrezim.

"What could that dream mean? Is it an omen? A taboo? A vision of a coming disaster! Blast it, I cannot understand this anymore" says Mal'ganis.

On Lordaeron, Arthas is enjoying his time off from princly duties. He asked Jaina out for a night stroll.

"Jaina, do you think that someday all this war and hatred will end?" whispers Arthas.

"Honestly, I think only love can cure the hatred that existed for thousands of years!" shouts Jaina.

"Keep it down, someone might hear us." replies Arthas

"Hey, do you hear that? I think there's something out there behind the bushes" whispers Jaina

"Let me see" says Arthas

Arthas grabs his hammer and slowly pokes the bush.

"Gawwwkkk!" shouts the unknown creature

"Identify yourself!" shouts Arthas

However, the creature ran away in such a speed that Arthas couldn't even catch up.

"That creature is sure fast and ugly! It looked like a demon but had a hint of orcish heritage." says Arthas to himself.

As Arthas was preparing to go back to Jaina he saw a note on the ground. It had a sigil which Arthas is most familliar with, it was from Mal'Ganis. Arthas read through it and discovered some startling information:

Varimathras,

I need your help. I'm having recurring dreams of Prince Arthas. I think I have a sickness, maybe magical in nature, and need your assistance. I can't help but think of him everyday. My dearest friend, if you can send over any magical vials or scrolls that can help me ease this torture, please do so. I fear that this may lead to what humans call "love".

Regards,

Mal'Ganis

Arthas was appalled by what he read.

"What in blazes was that?" says Arthas as he slowly drifts into his thoughts.