Termina Redux
Prologue
The Timestreamer stood near the ornate cauldron and sighed, It was soon time to visit King William the Just, or the Nemesis as he soon would be called. He lingered by the eldritch flames a while, trying to warm up in the frigid caverns of the northern mountains. The old man knew it was futile; the chill came not from the eternal winter here but from the coldness that came with too many long years. Moebius knew he had very little time left; maybe a week at most. It all depended on how swift Kain's blade was...
No. He would not...could not think of that now. Everyone had a part to play in the Wheel of Fate and he would not let fear convince him to run away from his own. Even though he comprehended this, ( it was his very mantra) he felt reluctant to activate the hidden switch and enter the chronoplast. Perhaps he could rest here just a little bit...
His mind wandered. Normally, he did not allow this. Brooding and reminiscing could be quite hazardous to mental health, especially to a mind usually operating in more than one continuum. However, he did not even try to quiet his thoughts. He was just so tired...