Prelude

Medivh stepped up to the altar to see a familiar figure already standing there before the portal. "Neltharion," he said quietly over the hushed gusts of the portal's winds.

  "Medivh," said the other, his voice dark and menacing as he turned around, "I must say it does not at all surprise me to see you here as well." Neltharion continued.

  "The Aspects have sounded the call," said Medivh throwing back the hood of his cloak. "Azeroth will see a great change. The Aspects do not summon likely."

  "Yes, Medivh, Azeroth will change. When that time comes, your world will be in ruins. Until such time," Neltharion continued beginning to transform into a massive armour-scaled Dragon with a huge head, his voice deepening and bellowing, "Until such time, Medivh," He said looking down at the sorcerer who was backing away, "my hatred will burned through the cavernous deeps. The world will heave with my torment. Its' wretched kingdoms will quake beneath my rage. And at last, the whole of Azeroth will break..." Neltharion leaned in his giant head toward Medivh. His orange piercing eyes staring directly at him. Neltharion continued, "And all will burn beneath the shadow of my wings!"

  Medivh looked up at the massive Dragon hovering over him without even the slightest tremble of fear and replied, "Before my time is done, my sword will be stained with your blood... Deathwing."

  Neltharion growled upon hearing the proper name. Then slowly he stepped backward through the portal and disappeared leaving Medivh standing there with hatred in his heart.