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Arthas opened his mouth for a furious retort, but at that instant the stranger’s shape shifted. The
cloak seemed to close about him like a second skin. Wings, jet black and glossy, sprouted from his body
even as he shrank to the size of an ordinary raven. With a harsh caw that sounded frustrated to
Arthas, the bird that had been a man leaped into the air, wheeled once, and. He watched it go,
vaguely troubled. The man had seemed…so certain….
“I’m sorry for concealing myself, Arthas.” Jaina’s voice coming out of nowhere. Startled, Arthas
whipped his head around, trying to her. She materialized in front of him, looking contrite. “I just
wanted to—”
“Don’t say it!”
He saw her start in surprise, saw those blue eyes widen, and instantly regretted snapping at her.
But she shouldn’t have sneaked up on him like this, spied on him like this.
“He came to Antonidas, too,” she said after a moment, doggedly continuing with what she had
intended to say despite his reprimand. “I—I have to say that I sensed tremendous power about him,
Arthas.” She rode closer to him, peering up at him. “This plague of the undead—nothing like this has
ever been seen before in the history of the world. It’s not just another battle, or another war—it’s
something much bigger and darker than that.“To break the cycle, of course,” said the past-Medivh. “To smash the clockwork universe that you have
built for me. Everything zxcchcoshi in its place, including your child. If you could not continue on as Guardian, your
hand-picked, born and aion gold groomed successor would, but would be locked into his script as tightly as any of
your other pawns.”
The present-Medivh had sunk to his knees, his eyes locked on the tableaux before him. He was
mouthing the words that aion gold his past-self had spoken.
Garona tugged on Khadgar’s sleeve, and he nodded. The pair left the heart of the wards, and began to
edge around the room, trying to ease aion gold behind the present incarnation of the Magus.
“But, the risk, child…” said Aegwynn.
“Risk?” said Medivh. “Risk to whom? Not to me, not with the power of theTirisfalen at my command.
To the rest of the Order? They worry more about internal politics than demons. To the human nations?
Fat and happy, protected from aion gold dangers that they do not even know about? Is anyone important really at
risk?”
“You’re playing with forces greater than yourself, Son,” said Aegwynn. Khadgar and Garona were
nearly to the door, but the aion gold present-Medivh was held rapt by the vision. And maybe you can’t use the same tactics to win. Maybe
he’s right. Maybe he can see things we can’t—maybe he does know what will happen.”
He turned away from her, grinding his teeth. “Maybe. Or maybe he’s some ally of this Mal’Ganis.
Or maybe he’s just some crazy hermit. Nothing he can say will make me abandon my homeland, Jaina.
I don’t care if that madman has seen the future. Let’s go.”
They rode in silence for a moment. Then Jaina said quietly, “Uther will be following. He just
needed some extra time to prepare the men.”
Arthas stared straight ahead, still fuming. Jaina tried again.
“Arthas, you shouldn’t—”
“I am sick of people trying to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do!” The words burst from him,
startling himself as much as Jaina. “What’s going on here is beyond horrible, Jaina. I can’t even
words to describe it. And I’m doing everything I possibly can. If you’re not going to support my
decisions then maybe you don’t belong here.” He eyed her, his expression softening. “You look so tired,
Jaina. Maybe…maybe you should go back.”
She shook her head, staring straight ahead, not meeting his gaze. “You need me here. I can help.”
The anger bled away from him, and he reached for her hand, closing encased in metal over
hers gently. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that and I’m sorry. I’m glad you’re here. I’m always glad
of your company.” He bent and kissed her hand. Color came to her cheeks and she smiled at him, the
furrow in her brow uncreasing.





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