Sorin looked out over the dusky fields of withering grass from the balcony of his cathedral home. The wind cast storms of sand that tarnished the ground far below him, and he gazed upon them thoughtfully. He sensed something wrong with Innistrad, and had been pondering it for several days now.
It was not the general feeling of a demonic presence within the plane, for that he had gotten used to. Innistrad was a haunted place, as his heritage told plainly. He reached up to his neck and touched the two tiny puncture wounds that had ended his mortal life and given him this magnificent undead future. He enjoyed his life now, but often longed to feel that he could be hurt again. He often wished that his immortality could be taken away.
"I know that face," said Olivia Voldaren as she strode haughtily to his side. "That is the face of Sorin Markov questioning his immortality."
Sorin chuckled softly to himself. After thousands of years, she knew him almost too well, but he found it nice to have a friend. He relaxed slightly, and noticed an aura of dark magic falling around him. He must have created in accidentally in his stressed state. "It's more than that, and you know it."
Olivia came to his side and paused, following his gaze. "I know. I sense it too."
"What do you make of it?"
"I think that it should be investigated."
Sorin nodded and made a sharp grunt, but added, "We should wait until the humans depart their village." Although vampiric in nature, he did not believe in slaughtering men for sport. He drank when he was thirsty, and killed when he was hunted, but man on this plane were dying out rapidly, and if they ceased to exist then his kind would have no source of food. He preferred not to get involved in mortal affairs.
"They're not like us, Sorin. If they find a place with enough resources, they'll stay there. There might be another ten generations of humans there and then a demon or another vampire will come by and wipe out all their hard work in a matter of minutes." Olivia sighed heavily. "It is the way of things here."
"But not everywhere. I've been to worlds where humans are the lawmakers of the world, the kings and queens and true nobility of the plane. You have to share in my vision, even if I cannot share it with you."
"What vision is that?"
"The vision of a better Innistrad."
Olivia sighed again. She found it difficult to deal with one so wise and yet never sharing his vast knowledge. "I'm not like you, Sorin. I'm not a planeswalker, I can't see things the way you do, but I can help change our world." There was a sharp scream from the direction that the two ancients sensed the disturbance with their plane, and they both stared towards it. "But this is not from our world. I feel it. You have to go towards the problem this time, and I can't help you."
"I know," replied Sorin. "I'll leave now." He bid Olivia farewell and stepped out into the sandstorm below him, parting the winds as he passed, yet being careful not to use up too much strength. He knew that this encounter was going to be dangerous, and he did not like to run into fights unprepared.
