The skies slowly began to part, a large cliff appeared out of a mountainside a mile ahead. He spread his wings wide, moved his legs forward, preparing to land...With perfection that would overrule most other creatues of the air, he landed on the massive cliff.

He gave shrug..and folded his wings..bowing his massive draconic head he was sad that it should be long, before he would fly again..His massive form began to shrink, bones swifting places, wings disappearing, tail growing into nothing..Undtil only an old man clad in dark blue robes stood back...He cursed lowly, and took forth his blue hat, and placed it tightly around his human head. With a sudden wave of his hand, he disappeared.

A light flicked for a short moment, licking the dark room which seemingly was part of a tower. In the middle stood the old man, he moved toward a chair, formally cut out with symbols and figures, not likely of human fabric. On the table infront of him was letter, marked with the purple mark of The Kirin Tor. The old man looked surpriced, and quickly opened the letter and began reading. It read:

"Greetings old one"

"Our suspicions are growing, and we fear that we may be right...The ley lines of the world are moving into an anomally. Seemingly they've only just started, and however slow the progess might be, they are moving north...Where to, we dont know..yet...We got our idea as to where..but fear the conclusion. If what we fear is right, then the time is in...to call for the rest of our shattered order..You were once an Archmage among us, and you walk outside the barrier..Therefore we have given you the task of gathering the remnants of our proud order. We will soon need our strength, for we are going north.

Hail the Six, Hail the Eye of Dalaran.

The old man leaned back...shrugging slightly...If only they knew...but no worry, they will soon...And he had decided to stand with them..

He arose from his chair..."Time is in"..."The War of Magic is about to come"