We learned a lot about our enemy in the few weeks since the timeline was changed, and as we gathered to prepare for our final assault, we learned enough to paint a complete picture. Let me sum up here a few crucial details. My father, Tarakan Krasha, a Timewalker Watcher, fell prey to the whispers of a Void entity called X’aaztre, known by many titles, including the Unspeakable One and the King in Yellow. Possessed, he changed the timeline, causing my uncle, employer and mentor, Verroak Krasha, to die in his youth. Instead, his sister, Isha, survived instead and became a philanthropist who largely took my uncle’s place. This being’s homeworld is a dark place called Carcosa which, as it turns out, used to be a world known as Karkora, until X’aaztre dropped from the sky and corrupted it. Obsessed with playing with time, the entity not only made Carcosa’s timeline a chaotic mess beyond salvation, it started messing with Azeroth’s timeline and is believed to have inspired Murozond and the Infinite Dragonflight. We did not know what it wanted to do now and why it’s done the Tarakan gambit, but we knew we had to stop it or all of time was in peril.
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After having been confronted by my father, or rather as it turned out, by the Void God X’aaztre, we all knew we had to go on the offensive. I was already doing my part back on past Draenor. It was mostly uneventful on my side. Moros at one point flew off to stretch his wings and returned a few days later, claiming he got in a fight with the Dragonmaw and feared he inspired their name. One human-looking, snake-eyed Timewalker went off to watch the Veil closely and got mauled by something, we still don’t know what. Other than that, we were mostly watching and researching. But as we were watching, other people were in much deeper trouble.
After witnessing my father depart with Murozond, I knew I had to work with the Timewalkers to try to fix the mess he created. We worked out one specific detail: we had to find the original point of divergence between our original timeline and the mess altered by my father. Luckily, he wasn’t shy about mentioning, although cryptically, what he did exactly. He spoke of a “butterfly moment” way back in the past, the day Isha died in the original timeline, a glass tipped over. I knew I couldn’t just go to the past Draenor and fix the glass, because such a brutal insertion would cause certain temporal damage, and also because going to Draenor’s past isn’t exactly easy. Remember when Kairozdormu needed a special Vision of Time to do that? Yeah, and he still only went to an alternate Draenor. Going to our own, without affecting history, would be even more difficult and dangerous. Luckily, Anachronos had just the right idea.
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.