One day, in the middle of the day, I was working on a simple assignment from my uncle. Something really trivial, that just needed doing. He gave me the task the same morning, and I didn’t expect to see anything but him in his office. So imagine my surprise when I walk in there and there’s someone completely different comfortably sitting in his chair. The decor was a little different too, She looked kinda similar to him, but not quite. Believe me, there was no time for someone else to invade the lab, take over, and even change the decor. And them comes the real whammy.
“Who the squawk are you?” she says.
She asks me that.
The situation devolved very quickly and I had to run. It wasn’t just her that didn’t recognize me. No one did. No remembered I ever existed. I had to run, and not just run. I was being quickly besieged and had to evacuate immediately. The only way I could think of was crushing a fel crystal and riding on its power to some place safe. In hindsight, I may have overdone it a bit because… well, you can see what happened to me. But there I was, suddenly all alone in the universe. The only person I could go back to was my father, the Timewalker.
I arrived in the Caverns of Time and looked for my father. I arrived in some desolate corner, even though I aimed directly for him, which was the first thing that surprised me. Finally, I saw my father brooding in a corner, preparing some spell. I talked to him, explaining everything but he seemed… distracted. Like he wasn’t all there. I didn’t know if it was the spell – which really should have told me something’s wrong as he wasn’t a spellcaster – or something else on his mind, but he was… occupied, even though his son was telling him he was forced to flee his home because a stranger was occupying it. Well, stranger. I deduced since then it was Isha, my dead aunt, but she was a stranger to me. That’s when he said something that puzzled me.
“Of course, you’re an outside element. The change did not affect you. I should have seen that coming before I…” He stopped abruptly right there, realizing he just spilled out his involvement in the timeline change.
My father, Tarakan Krasha, the rule-abiding, authority-clinging sycophant… change the timeline for personal gain. Of course, he tried to defend his choice, pretend it was “for the greater good”, because Isha was such a better person than Verroak. I didn’t care. I still don’t. That was my home, and his rash and stupid decision just took it from me. I decided to warn the bronze dragons, but before I could, Tarakan did something that shocked me once again. Promising me I’ll be safe… he shunted me into some alternate reality.
A sickening, peaceful reality it was. I think they call it Azeroth-52. The peace between humans and orcs after the original Battle for Mount Hyjal lasted, and Alliance and Horde as we know it now never came to be. One, great alliance rules almost all of Azeroth and althought they faced plenty of parallel threats in a history very much like ours, overall they were never as desperate as us. Yes, I realize I describe Prime Azeroth as “us” and “our universe”, even though I’m not from there. I simply felt like this universe was my home after I found kindred spirits and a society that allowed me to use my talents properly. Not like this sickeningly sweet universe. Warlocks still shunned as evil, no demon hunters to speak of… they still thought they could win without darkening themselves. And fel, perhaps they can. I just didn’t have that luxury, and despite my father’s assurances, I had to escape that reality. The only way about that was through an old contact, Vethoreas, a dreadlord. I had to promise him something from Verroak’s collection, and I’m still yet to pay that due even as I write this, but he agreed to pull me back to my reality.
Once back on Prime Azeroth, I finally made my way back to the Caverns of Time. This time not to my father, who proved untrustworthy, but straight to Anachronos, the heir to bronze dragonflight. He had a faint recollection of me, not because of the timeline change, but because he had to agree to let me stay in this universe. I explained everything to him and I have a feeling he didn’t believe me at the time, so we summoned Tarakan to us. His state proved to be far worse than either of us expected. He quickly started spewing gibberish and shifting between various memory sets and personalities. There was only one explanation. He became Infinite.
But Infinites are dragons, not mortals. So what was he then, we asked ourselves? Our answer came in the form of no other than Murozond himself, the Aspect of Infinity. He appeared out of an anomaly and we briefly fought, until he simply grabbed my quickly falling apart father and stated he got what he came for. Tarakan would be to become the first of the Chrono-Lords, the Timewalkers’ opposite number. With corrupted versions of our fathers gone, me and Anachronos were left pondering the best course of action to restore the timeline… and possibly reclaim, or punish, my father.
To be continued…