Author: Just another little short. There is no order to the chapters, kind of like how Karazhan's time-flow works.
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~Tales of Karazhan: Vision~
Medivh blinked.
The person across from him looked equally surprised, although it would take a trained eye to see it. Medivh was certain that he was in a vision, but it felt like a memory from the future. The man simply looked too familiar for Medivh to not know him, but he had no idea when or where he'd associate with such a shoddy, shady-looking character. He was obviously a wanderer, a drifter, and probably a little off his rocker, someone who Medivh wuld either turn away from the Tower or let him become one of the ghosts.
Still, there was something…odd…about him. Something that piqued his curiosity.
"Do I know you?" Medivh asked and the older man across from him jumped before he smiled slowly, the expression wry and somehow self-deprecating.
"I would take this opportunity to attempt to dissuade you from following the path Saegras leads you, but I know it would be useless," the man murmured.
Medivh frowned. The voice was itchingly familiar, he had heard it somewhere before, he knew it, and it frustrated him beyond belief that the answer wavered just out of reach.
"If a former Guardian and a blue dragon were unable to stop me, I'm sure that a vision such as yourself couldn't," Medivh drawled.
The man reached out and placed a hand on Medivh's shoulder, which surprised Medivh—no vision should be able to touch him.
This is more the memory, then, more than vision. It is a place-between dreams and waking, wishes and reality. This man is as real and alive as I am, and we reach to each other across the ages.
Medivh found himself oddly paralyzed as familiar jade eyes held his own. "Don't let Saegras convince you to rid yourself of the one precious and good thing in your life. Don't let him convince you to destroy your last hope," the man quietly implored, a sad desperation in his eyes.
Medivh frowned, but before he could reply the image wavered and frayed apart into a flock of ravens.
Medivh brushed shed raven-feathers out of his sight and felt his body go cold, and his legs abruptly gave out from under him. He reached to his chest and looked up sharply when it came into contact with steel and blood. He saw a number of figures before him—he recognized Lothar struggling to his feet, but the one who held the sword that was piercing his heart was unfamiliar.
"Thank you," he found himself whispering once he got around the metallic tang of blood and life in his mouth, although a thousand other things were clattering around in his head, begging to be said. "I fought it for as long as I could…"
He felt something bite into the back of his neck, and what remained with him as he staggered, shuddering, out of the vision-reality was the sad, resigned betrayal in the eyes of a young man turned old and a name that resounded in his heart, mind, and soul, the name of the one who would bring him both salvation and complete destruction:
Khadgar.