Author: Little ficlet because I've been listening to the Opera Hall music. It has a companion that will be posted tomorrow.
Disclaimer: Really? Really?
The Opera Hall
Medivh sat quietly amongst the ghosts in the Opera Hall and listened to the phantasmal notes of the long-forgotten organ waft through the still air.
He remembered when the Opera Hall had been added—through a small mistake he had ended up transporting it through time and space, plopping it adjacent to Karazhan (obviously killing everyone inside in the process, but that was a detail). He had disliked its random appearance, so had found a way to incorporate it into the Tower, and it provided its own sort of amusement. Every now and then a performance would drift across the stage, delighting the long-gone theatre-goers and entertaining Medivh.
He found himself humming along to the familiar broken tune that eminated from the spectral organ, its player incapable of learning any other pieces due to its displacement. Still, it was comforting in its sameness when he was driven into and out of madness.
"Master, there is someone who wishes to meet you."
Medivh turned slightly to look at Morose, who stood nearby, blinders keeping him safe from the ghosts that surrounded Medivh.
"Another spy," Medivh sighed. "Show him in, but I'll not meet him."
"As the Master commands," Morose said in his flat monotone before turning away, and Medivh could count his shuffling steps as he left the Opera House.
The ghosts that passed around and through Medivh whispered half-secrets, gifted him with images from the past and a multitude of futures. He reached out and tangled his fingers in a phantom, and the ghost jerked, its mouth opening in surprise. A hard yank on Medivh's part unraveled the energy and memories that created the ghost and Medivh smiled faintly as the information and power trickled through him.
Within the shards of the past lay the shadows of the future. Mankind was doomed to repeat itself ad nauseum, the same mistakes occurring over and over into infinity.
Unless he changed it.
Unless he broke the clockwork.
Medivh stood, a familiar darkness beginning to invade his thoughts, and a malign smirk pulled at his lips.
He wouldn't just break the clockwork, he'd shatter it.