Khadgar gave a strangled cry and thrust himself up from his chair, letter opener clutched in his hand. Only at this moment did he realize that he held the opener in his wrong hand. The demon looked up, and it was a lazy, smooth motion, as if the demon himself was sleeping, or far underwater. It regarded the charging youth, hand raised in a clumsy attack with a short, sharp dagger. The demon smiled. Medivh shifted and muttered in his sleep. Khadgar drove the letter opener into the demon’s chest. And through the creature’s body entirely. The thrust of his blow carried him forward, through the form of Sargeras, and sent him spinning toward the opposite wall. Unable to stop, he slammed into the wall, and the letter opener jangled to the stone floor. Medivh’s eyes popped open, and the Guardian sat up. “Moroes? Khadgar? Are you here?” Khadgar pulled himself to his feet, looking around. The demon had vanished, popped like a soap bubble at the first touch of steel. He was alone in the room with Medivh. “What are you doing on the floor, lad?” said Medivh. “Moroes could have gotten you a cot.” “Master, your wards!” said Khadgar.“To break the cycle, of course,” said the past-Medivh. “To smash the clockwork universe that you have built for me. Everything zxchbnxiang 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. “They have failed. There was…” he stumbled for a moment, unsure that he should reveal he knew Sargeras by appearance. Medivh would catch something like that, and pester him until he revealed how he knew it. “A demon,” he managed. “There was a demon here.” Medivh smiled, looking well rested, the color returning to his face. “A demon? I think not. Hold.” The Magus closed his eyes and nodded. “No, the wards are still in place. It would take more than a catnap for them to run out of energy. What did you see?” Quickly Khadgar recounted the appearance of the demon from the cloud of boiling red milk, of it standing there, of it raising its hand. The Magus shook his head. “I think that was another one of your visions,” he said at last. “Some bit of time unstuck and displaced that fell into the tower, quickly banished.” “But the demon…” started Khadgar. “The demon you described is no more, at least no more in this life,” said Medivh. “He was slain before I was born, buried far beneath the sea. Your vision was of Sargeras, from ‘The Song of Aegwynn.’ You have the scrolls there. Deciphering messages? Yes. Perhaps that’s what called that timelost wraith into my quarters. You should not be doing work here while I slept.” He frowned slightly, as if he was thinking if he should be more upset or not. “I’m sorry, I thought…I thought it would be best to not leave you alone?” Khadgar twisted it into a question, and it sounded a bit foolish. Medivh chuckled and let a smile creep across his weathered features. “Well, I didn’t say you couldn’t, and I don’t suppose Moroes would have stopped you, since that would reduce his need to be here.” He rubbed a finger and thumb over his lips and through his beard. “I think I’ve had enough broth for one lifetime. And just to reassure you, Iwill check the tower’s mystic wards. And show you how to do it as well. Now, aside from demon visions, did anything happen while I was gone?”
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