Chapter V
I stared out at the falls, a lump forming in my throat as I used my magic to adjust the pack on my back. It had been years since I had been anywhere near this place, what with everyone having been busy with the reconstruction following the fall of Discord, the arrival of Tirek, the school that had been opened, to which Celestia had begged me to teach… It really seemed like everything and everyone was conspiring to not only keep me away from the mirror, but away from where it had all started, as well.
Then that little skelpie-limmer just had to throw a tantrum when Luna turned down his advances… I thought to myself as my bells jingled merrily in the wind. Didn’t realize Noche would live just long enough to see that part of the prophecy fulfilled. I can only imagine the old man’s heartbreak when he realized that his own son would be his line’s undoing. Well… It was either that, or the sword that the little muckspout shoved through his father’s chest that did the trick…
I shook my head to clear it of the unpleasant memories that had arisen there. I was glad that the fractured nature of my mind had solidified somewhat as time had passed, meaning I was a lot more sure of my actions for the most part, but I still found it rather difficult to control my thoughts from time to time.
My sight, though? If anything, the passing years had intensified its decline.
Even now, as I stared out at the falls, I could see a multitude of phantoms. Trees and other plants in various stages of growth bloomed and wilted around me, ponies of all kinds and sizes faded in and out of existence, all while the endless, endless voices murmured their haunting, enchanting song…
And yet, as enticing as it was, it was also exceptionally irritating. It was as if a multitude was constantly whispering in my ears, their actual words just outside of my understanding, yet I could still tell that they were beckoning to me, somehow. It was honestly the worst, most maddening part of this curse that Discord had inflicted upon me, being so bad as to make me want to shove a pair of knives in my ears, on the off-chance that it might finally silence the maddening voices, and only the knowledge that such an action would do the exact opposite of the intended effect stopped me from trying just that.
Yet, even with all of that, I almost found the idea of shoving knives into my skull preferable to what I was about to do.
With a heavy sigh, I began the trek down the hill, and towards the falls. It didn’t take me long, and in a far shorter time than I would have liked, I found myself at the base of the grand waterfall, the cave beyond completely hidden from my sight. If I were anyone else, I would have been completely fooled, and would have thought nothing of what might lie just beyond the roiling, chaotic curtain of water falling from the cliff face above me.
They already know I’m here, but they probably don’t know why I’m here… I thought to myself before I took in a deep breath, focused my spirit like my father taught me, and constructed the spellform in my head.
Almost immediately, the curtain of water parted, revealing two very, very surprised changelings. Now, there were any number of ways that I could have gone about doing this, but with my headache only intensifying over the years, and with no actual way to alleviate that pain, it had made me rather reckless in my old age.
Despite the obvious shock at my bold, if somewhat suicidal maneuver, the changelings were quick to recover, their horns crackling with power as they set their legs into a better stance to protect their hive. They needn’t have bothered, and I decided to tell them as much. “Oh, stop that. Go fetch your queen, and tell her that I have a gift for you. And hurry, I haven’t got all day.”
Despite my winning personality, the two didn’t really seem to believe me, and instead of immediately rushing off to do as I asked, they both fired their magics at me, intent on knocking me out, or more likely, killing me.
As focused as their wills were, however, they were nothing compared to what Discord had made me into. I didn’t have a vast store of mana at my disposal like the Royal Sisters did; in fact, most children on this world had more mana at their beck and call than I did, simply because their souls weren’t fractured, burnt out husks of their former selves.
That being said, even with my weakened power, I was more than these changeling’s equals with my technique alone, simply because I knew exactly what magic was, and how it worked. For instance, a spell form as hastily constructed as theirs could be pulled apart if you knew what you were doing, and it took about as much spiritual power as it took to inhale. It was still an incredibly difficult maneuver to pull off, and required a degree of control that most ponies simply did not have.
As difficult as it was, however, I had spent well over twenty years simultaneously raising two foals as Æons, all while battling with my own fractured psyche that seemed to constantly want to kill me, if only to escape the pain. Compared to that, pulling apart two hastily thrown together spells at the same time was child’s play.
The looks on the two drones’ faces were priceless as the pink beams of force they had directed at me fizzled, and died, before they had even traveled three feet. I let out an amused snort at their obvious fear as I stepped into the cave, causing them both to retreat in abject terror as I stared them down. “Now, are we going to try that little stunt again? Or are you going to go and get your queen? Tell her Starswirl the Bearded is here, and make it snappy. I can wait, but I have a meeting with Celestia this evening, and I cannot be late.”
The way I irritably dropped my student’s name seemed to have the intended effect, and with a panicked squeal, both drones quickly took off, barreling through the tunnel before they disappeared into the darkness. It briefly occurred to me that they might just be getting reinforcements, rather than the queen, but I shrugged that thought off. While the sisters might not necessarily know where I had buggered off to, they would still take note of my sudden disappearance, or my subsequent replacement by changeling drones.
After all, my particular oddities were rather hard to mimic. What’s more, is that regardless of whether they stuffed me in a cocoon, or simply killed me, either fate would be preferable to the constant torment I had suffered ever since I stepped through that blasted statue.
No, it isn’t death that I am dreading here. It’s finally owning up to my sins, and confessing to them where their treasured mirror had disappeared to. Even back as a child, owning up to my mistakes had been difficult. Now? Now that I’m old and frail? Admitting that you made a mistake is downright terrifying… I thought to myself as I stood there, patiently waiting for my terrified hosts to return.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for the two panicking changeling drones to spread the word, and within only a few short minutes, I could hear what sounded like an angry beehive stirring from deep within the cave. “No need to be hostile!” I shouted back at them, causing the sounds to deaden somewhat. “I’m not here to hurt you, or reveal your secret. Just go get your queen already, and stop bloody wasting my time!”
A few more awkward minutes passed after that, until finally she decided to show herself. She was magnificent, standing as tall as Luna, though that was where the similarities ended. Her black chitin and purple shell gleamed faintly in the evening light, while her mane was done up in a neat braid that cascaded off of her left shoulder, with her tail following a similar style. As stately as she looked, though, she was clearly nervous, judging by how her eyes narrowed, and her dragonfly-like wings would buzz faintly, as if she were seconds from taking off.
“...Greetings, Archmage of Equestria, teacher of the Sun and Moon, and imposter of the realm. To what do I owe this pleasure?” she asked, her tone dripping with suspicion and barely concealed fear.
Imposter, huh? Well, they were ‘free’ from Discord far longer than the ponies. Probably had records and everything, so they’ll be harder to fool. Not that I was trying to do that in the first place, but it’s something to watch out for… I thought to myself as I levitated the pack off of my back and set it in front of her. “I came to return something of yours that I… borrowed. I also came to apologize, since there were actually two things that I borrowed, but… due to circumstances, it is quite impossible to return the second thing…”
She looked down at the huge, jingling pack I had set at her feet, before glancing back up at me. “And what will happen when I open this pack, hmmm? Will your troops teleport in? Will my hive be butchered where they stand?”
“Nothing of the sort, you suspicious, white-livered poltroon,” I snapped at her as I rubbed my back. “I’ve known the location of your hive for decades now. If I wanted you dead, I would have set Tia and Lulu on you ages ago, but I didn’t. In fact, after today, you will never see me again, I can guarantee that. That is… if you let me live after seeing what’s inside that bag.”
She stared at me for a few more seconds, before begrudgingly using her magic to undo the strap and flip open the top flap of my pack. Almost instantly, the armor pieces I had stuffed in there began spilling out, causing her jaw to drop as she first stared at it, then at me, wonder clearly written on her face.
“I know it’s a paltry token compared to the mirror, but I had left the thing in the Crystal Empire when we had set out from there to stop Discord,” I told her as I took advantage of her silence. “I hadn’t been back since, and sadly, that is a major mistake that I cannot rectify.”
She looked back down at the armor and just stared at it for the longest time, before her eyes finally swept up again, a look on her face that I couldn’t quite place. It was almost like she was trying to see right through me, but at the same time, I thought I detected a hint of hope. After a few more moments of this, her shoulders visibly relaxed, and a faint smile graced her lips. “The mirror and armor were never ours to begin with. We were only acting as stewards for their creators, and they made these artifacts for the sole purpose of defeating the demon,” she said as her bearing became more regal. “While the mirror’s loss is a terrible tragedy, I think its creators would not mind, for it ultimately served its purpose. Right, Starswirl?”
That last word had special emphasis, and lacked any sort of malice. Rather, it seemed to be in the form of a seeking, hopeful question. It was as if she had guessed something about me, and was hoping that I would confirm her suspicions. I decided to keep her guessing, though. They obviously knew about humans, but since the mirror was now far, far outside of either of our reach, there really wasn’t any point in letting her know my origin. I’m old, after all. Better to leave them guessing at my origin… A few legends never hurt, after all… I thought to myself before I gave her a weary smile. “It certainly was useful, in more ways than one.”
She continued to study me for a few seconds longer, before she gave me a low bow. “Then I thank you for returning what you could. Thank you… for saving our world, traveler.”
“It’s my world too, you know,” I said, barely keeping back a laugh at how we were dancing around this issue. “Just… try and stay out of trouble. The ponies… They may see you as monsters, but… but I feel like there will come a time where changelings may walk openly among ponykind. You just need to walk the correct path.”
“...If all ponies are like you, Starswirl, then I have no doubt that that day is close,” she said as she rose from her bow. “However, I think that day is further off than one might hope. Ponies panic easily, and we are their natural enemies. Regardless of what we might hope for, some obstacles are impossible to overcome.”
“The day might be far distant, yes, but it is not nearly as impossible as you might think,” I shot back as I turned away from her. “These people are far better than they were, especially with the Sun and Moon as their guides. They will lead them to a better age, mark my words.”
“Ponies only live so long, however,” she said as I slowly retreated. “How are you so certain that the two alicorns’ legacies will be so enduring?”
I stopped at that, before I shot her a knowing smile over my shoulder. “...You don’t need to worry about the princesses. Their reign will last far longer than any of us. The future is in good hooves, I assure you,” I said, before I used my magic to part the waterfall once more, and for the third and final time, I left this place behind me, and stepped out into the future.
However, it seemed like the future was waiting for me, for as I circled around the bank of the river, a ghostly, humanoid form greeted me, its maw turned up in a smile, revealing sharp, needle-like teeth that could easily tear my throat from my neck. I was not frightened, though. I had seen this apparition before, both in my dreams, and in the waking world, and though it would sometimes do things that would turn my stomach, it had never made any threatening moves towards me, or any other pony, for that matter, regardless of whether they were real, or just a figment.
In fact, it was one such dream that had forced my hand, and had led me to return the armor I had stolen all those years ago.
“Okay, I gave them back their armor. Why was that so important?” I asked the apparition, glaring up at it, hoping that this was finally over, but knowing deep down that I would only be ‘done’ once I was buried under this world’s rich soil.
It didn’t say anything, instead choosing to point towards the distant mountain that played host to the ancient city of Canterlot. Go. Seek the peak of the mountain… I could almost hear it say.
Even as the impression of those words echoes through my skull, I could feel it. The air was too thick here… I had to get higher… something was trying to talk to me, and I couldn’t hear it down here…
So, I started walking, my appointment with Celestia that I had arranged that evening long forgotten. The closest town was only a few hours away, and as I passed through, it was easy for me to pick up some supplies, even get a ride up to the top of the mountain, but the real question was… could I handle such a high altitude? I was getting on in years, and my back was a constant reminder that I wasn’t nearly as spry as I used to be. Yet, even as this and other thoughts rattled around in my head, I couldn’t help but follow that voice that I could only barely understand, each step leading me closer towards some unknown end.
I only hoped that, once I reached my destination, I would finally be allowed to rest.
* * *
There was a gentle thump as the chariot set down on the mountainside. As I disembarked, the rightmost stallion yoked to the vehicle turned to me, worry in his eyes as he watched me put my saddlebags over my withers. “Are you sure, Sir? It’s pretty cold up here, and the mountain can be pretty treacherous, even at this time of year!”
I rolled my eyes at this, before shooing the worried stallion and his brother with my hoof. “Yes, yes, I’m sure, now get out of here. I have important business to attend to before the day’s through, and your presence is not required.”
“...Do you still want us to come back in the morning?” the other brother asked, clearly miffed by how I was snapping at the two of them.
To be fair, they really didn’t deserve how short I was being with him, nor did they understand why I was snapping at them for just doing their job. However, I was in no state to sit there for niceties. My head felt like it was about to split open with the thrum of the universe, and I could not be sure that I could maintain my form for the duration of the incoming vision. I could hold it off for a time, given the depth of experience I had with such things, but I could not hold it off forever. The gods were calling to me, and I had to answer. “Yes, yes, now leave, and hurry. I will be sure to pay you double when you return!” I snapped, before turning and making my way to the rock wall that led up to the summit of the mountain, though I walked slowly, so I didn’t have to try climbing while the two were still here. It was impossible for me to climb in this form, after all, which was why it was all the more important that the two that brought me here left already.
When I heard the two finally pull out, their wings bearing them aloft in the wind, my relief was so intense that I nearly dropped my disguise then and there. I didn’t, especially since I knew that the two stallions might spot me as they headed out, so I waited until they had left earshot before heading back to the ledge to make sure that they were really gone. I watched them closely as they descended to the city below, my eyes tracking their every move until I was certain that I was alone, before I finally released the spell that had me bound in my current form. I felt like my whole body had been carrying a weight, which was suddenly released. Limbs lengthened, hooves turned to fingers, and fur gave way to pale, wrinkled skin. In seconds, the stallion Starswirl had disappeared, and in his place, I stood, naked as the day I was born, save for the hat and mantle that I had worn in my previous form.
Shivering a little, I quickly opened up my bags, pulled out an old set of dingy clothes and quickly put them on. They didn’t fit as well as they had when I had first arrived on this world, but they didn’t really need to. After all, they only needed to manage for the short time I stayed on this mountain.
At the very least, they’ll keep me a little warm as I finish the climb… I thought as I started making my way up the cliff face. It was slow going, the chill was quickly sinking into my bones, and I quickly found myself cursing the slopes and the wind and how they had been too treacherous for the chariot to land me at the peak.
And yet, even as I cursed the wind, the rock and the world around me in general, I could feel the visions leaking into my consciousness. Flashes of dark shapes rushing in the dark, bursts of light, pain streaking into my flesh, all while the whispers grew with every foot I ascended. It was maddening, and every frayed inch of my weary body screamed at me to stop, to turn back, and forget all of this.
And yet… I continued to climb, heedless of the warning signs that were telling me to give up. I was a man possessed, no longer in control of my faculties, and as much as I would have liked it otherwise, nothing short of the intervention of a god could stop me now. I even slipped a few times, and though such mistakes should have sent me careening down into the valley below, a glow surrounded me, keeping me attached to the mountainside, pushing me ever upwards to answer the call of the great spirits beyond.
After what seemed like hours of constant ascent, I finally reached my destination. My hands and knees left trails in the snow as I slowly crawled up the gentle slope towards the absolute summit, the burning of my mind the only thing keeping me warm, or indeed, going. As soon as I reached the highest point, I flopped to the ground, utterly exhausted as I turned over to look up into the brilliant night sky.
Then, I let go of trying to hold back the visions, and I let the universe enter my being.
* * *
“Darkness swept over me, and I lost consciousness for quite some time. When I came to, I saw a field of stars, arranging themselves into different shapes. Soon, they formed themselves into a multitude of animals of all shapes and sizes, but I found my mind focused on the jolly, lowly crab. It seemed content, its legs happily dancing in the pools that it called its home, all while its claws made a happy click-clacking sound as it merrily scavenged for food. As it went about its way, a lizard, wounded in battle, limped into one of the crab’s pools, and drew its last breath. The crab-”
“Hold up, what does this have to do with anything?” Rainbow Dash asked, clearly bored and confused in equal measures. “It was just getting good, too! He was climbing a huge mountain, collapsed at the top, and then the universe showed him… crabs made of stars? What? I thought he said this was supposed to be important!”
“It is odd, but I’m sure he has a reason. Even if it’s not something we can understand…” Luna said, her nose wrinkling in equal confusion. “Remember, Myrddin isn’t talking to be understood by us, but to be understood by one of his own.” Luna then turned towards Alex, a question in her eyes as the human flipped through a few more pages. “Alex? Do you understand what he’s saying?”
Alex grimaced at that, before shaking his head. “Not completely, but I will, I’m sure of it.” He then looked up, and seemed to realize his cryptic answer did not satisfy his audience, and cleared his throat to better explain himself. “Myrddin isn’t the first prophet we’ve had. We’ve had more, and something they’ve all had in common is that their visions and prophecies will be allegories for other things, riddles filled with symbolism and cryptic messaging, which is one of the reasons that many of our prophets have been derided as nothing but madmen. For example, one such prophecy had a man with three baskets of bread on his head. Then, birds came and ate the bread, leaving him with nothing. Can you guess what the vision meant?”
The ponies surrounding Alex shook their heads, confusion clear on their faces, though Celestia tried to take a stab at it. “...I would assume that it means that he had something stolen from him? That something of great worth would be taken from him, leaving him with nothing left?”
Alex shook his head, before a wry smile graced his lips. “Close, but not close enough. It was an omen of his death. The man was a baker being held in prison, and three days after his dream, he was hanged by the neck until dead, and birds ate his corpse.”
This sent a shiver through the assembled ponies at the imagery. “That’s just… just awful…” Fluttershy said, shrinking into herself even further.
“I can’t argue with you there,” Alex said, his smile turning into a frown, before he glanced back down at the pages in his hand again.
“The future is rarely a happy thing to foretell,” Luna said, interjecting her own opinion. “It has happened, yes, but for the most part, visions are given as warnings of doom. They’re dark and foreboding on purpose, to give the receiver proper motivation to avoid such a future at any cost.”
“Well… how are we supposed to avoid such things if’n we’re not even able to understand it?” Applejack asked, clearly upset.
“That will come once we’ve read the whole thing. At least, hopefully it will come. It’s never a surefire thing with prophecies, even at the best of times,” Alex said as he slapped the back of his hand against the manuscript. “Though, to be honest, I already have an inkling about what this means…”
“Do not keep us in the dark, Alex,” Celestia said as she stared at the human, disapproval clear on her face. “There were enough mysteries surrounding Starswirl already. No need to artificially add more.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting to it…” Alex said, before taking another sip of his water. “Anyway, it was what he said he saw earlier, right after talking with the changelings, that tipped me off.”
There was a short beat at that, as everyone processed what the former human was implying. “He saw you…” Twilight said as the realization suddenly dawned on her.
“Eeyup. This leads me to believe that his visions had something to do with our time. Crabs made of stars? That could easily mean the Krin. In fact, I’m pretty sure that the ‘multitude of animals’ made of stars all represent the different species of aliens out there, or even possibly the empires they have built.”
“But… the krin are bugs…” Rainbow Dash said, grumbling a bit under her breath.
“Not really, Rainbow Dash,” Twilight disagreed as she flipped through a few of her own notes. “I actually had the opportunity to talk to a few of the scientists that Hazalk had stationed on his ship, as well as a few of the Quzin that stayed in the castle. While the krin share many traits similar to species of fauna found on our own world, their biology is still completely alien to anything we actually have. However, they have admitted to how most planets that have oxygen and carbon-based life tend to evolve similar groups of animals and plants. The krin are their own species, and as such have their own classification of subgroups, though their particular subgroup mirrors crustaceans far more than any insect, arachnid or ‘bug.’”
Rainbow looked at Twilight for a few seconds, her jaw slack as she tried to parse the gibberish that had spewn from her mouth. “...What?”
“...Long story short, they’re more closely related to crabs, then bugs,” Twilight said, clearly exasperated at her athletic friend.
“Ooooh… why didn’t you just say so?”
“Getting back on track, my point was that this is probably an allegory for either the war happening right now, or something that will happen in the future,” Alex said, bringing everyone’s attention back to him. “Though, to be honest, this specific point sounds more like something that happened in the past, since it refers to the crab as ‘happily feeding in the pools it calls its home.’ Though, that’s to be expected, given that a lot of our visions refer both to things of the past and the future, to give context to everything.”
Luna nodded in understanding at that, before turning to the royal scribe that had been recording everything. “As the human reads this, be sure to mark everything in Starswirl’s vision for future perusal and interpretation. It is better that we listen to the whole thing without interruption first, and interpret it later at our leisure. Otherwise, I have a feeling that this session may never end.”
The stallion nodded at this, before making several notes on his records. Spike did the same, as did Twilight, all while Celestia turned back to Alex, a smile on her muzzle. “Alex? Whenever you’re ready, please begin.”
The former human cleared his throat again, before he picked up where he had left off. He read through the entire prophecy once, then twice, then a third time, just to ensure that the scribes had recorded it in its entirety. With Alex’s earlier guesses at the meaning behind the allegory, the rest was easily pieced together, even for the ponies who had no grasp over human culture and symbolism. Once finished, Celestia sat back down on her throne, a disturbed look on her face. “...We should have sent your people to Chrysalis’s hive the moment they began to deploy troops there,” she muttered, before cursing under her breath.
“It’s not ideal, no,” Luna said, before shaking her head. “However, we didn’t know that that was going to be so pivotal. What’s done is done, and no amount of wishing can change the doom that is rapidly approaching.”
“Agreed. What’s more important is that we look to the future, and prepare for what’s to come,” Alex said, before running a single hand over his bald head. “I’ll admit, what he saw scares me, but at the same time… I think we have time to prepare. After all, a change like how Myrddin saw doesn’t happen overnight. We have time to prepare, to rally our forces, and to even recruit allies.”
There was a long pause after that pronouncement, which was only broken by a small squeak from Fluttershy. “Um… Sorry, but… but did Star… Myrddin, write anything else down?” she asked as she pointed towards the final page in Alexander’s hand.
The former human nodded, a grimace on his face as he straightened out the page with an audible thwack sound. “He did, but it isn’t exactly helpful…” he said, before he began to read. “I do not understand all the things that I saw, young traveler, but I know the emotions charged in that vision. Despair, torment, horror… a war beyond any before it approaches, and we must prepare. These people… they are too kind, too soft, they do not know the true horrors that come for them, nor do they know what lurks beyond the curtain of the sky. I must prepare. I must record what I know, and what I can make with my own two hands, in hopes that it will somehow cast a light into the coming darkness. My journals, my inventions… They are the last gift to the future generation I can give. My horn trembles as I write this, for my doom fast approaches, and I fear I am not long for this world. Even now, I can hear the clarion call of the great beyond. It whispers that my task is complete, that I have no more owed to the future generation, or any others. I know this is a lie, however. I will cling to life for as long as I can, in hopes that something, anything, I put to paper might one day save us all.”
“Please, do not dismiss this as the insane ramblings of a madman, but as a warning from the dust. What is coming is dark, pitiless, and wholly evil. It cannot be reasoned with, cannot be bargained away, and cannot be diverted from its course. It must be eradicated, root, tree and branch, for if even if a single one remains, his evil will infect others, and the doom I have pronounced upon you will come to pass, of this, you have my solemn oath.”
“May all the gods, both new and old, smile upon us, for I fear that the end draws ever closer. My only regret is that I cannot pass this burden onto another during my lifetime. The ponies of my day, they would not understand, and would cast me out as a monster should I reveal who, and what, I truly am. So, I pass this burden on to you. Bear it well, for upon your shoulders I leave the fate of our two worlds, and the many, many worlds that hide behind you, sheltered by the might that you can bring to bear against this coming evil.”
“And finally, I address you, my two beloved students. Yes, even you, Lulu. I know you shall return one day, cleansed from the wickedness that you allowed inside your heart, and born anew from those ashes, and my heart rejoices in your coming. Know that your strength and wisdom will be needed in the coming wars ahead, and though your duties shackle you to this world, it shall become a fortress and a haven for the war to come. Just as Earth shall be instrumental in raising the banner of war, so too shall Equuis be instrumental in its success. Our worlds are intrinsically linked by a demon, and made sisters through hardship and sorrow. Earth needs you. Your people need you. Stand firm for them, for should your hearts waver for even a second, I fear the worst will undoubtedly come to pass.”
“But I know you, I know the strength of your will, the iron of your conviction, and when the day comes that you waver, the very heavens themselves will weep. Stand united, and though the enemy will come, though millions shall die by the sword, your world will stand as a bulwark against the coming storm. If you hold the day, and endure the coming darkness well, then shall generations gaze up in the sky, your names as a blessing on their lips for the courage and sacrifice you made for not only your people’s future, but for all people’s future.”
“My only regret is that I have thrusted such a heavy burden upon the shoulders of two smiling fillies, two babes that never had a chance at a normal childhood. You were subjected to the worst, harshest training imaginable, designed to break the body and soul at such a tender age, and for this sin, I am truly sorry.”
“- Myrddin Starswirl.”
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Carcinisation strikes again!
10863709 Exactly.
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Typoization, too.
You got the idea of this Sean from warcraft 3 didn't you
11083291 Maybe, but most likely not. I've only ever played through Warcraft 3 once, and that was when I was 15, and it first came out. As such, I only have a hazy recollection of the story and cutscenes, and any influence they might have had on this story would have been subconscious and subliminal at best.
And no, I never played World of Warcraft, so you can't point in that direction, either. This bit with Sombra, while not the most original, is still something that I didn't actively copy off of something else. It just sort of came to me through the haze that my imagination can be, sometimes.