User:Peregrine2976/Fanfiction/Scarab of the Sands/Part Three

''	Trapped. Trapped… in his own realm. This was his domain. Yet he could not leave. He was master of Time. He was the Timeless One. Yet he could not leave.''

''All around him, the Sands of Time stormed furiously, Deathwing’s interference constantly upsetting the ebb and flow of the Sands. The Makers only knew what Deathwing was doing with… it… in his possession. But as long as he held it, he could hold the Timeless One here as long as he desired.''

''Nozdormu roared in helpless frustration. He had been trying for the last four years to reach a familiar being, anyone, and had found Rhonin, still alive, and what was more, he was leading a resistance against Deathwing’s reign. And yet he could but reach him briefly.''

''The great Bronze Dragon’s tail lashed helplessly as the storming Sands of Time swirled around him. If only there was something, anything, he could do! But he was helpless now, helpless to Deathwing’s whim.''

''He paused. He must not panic. He was the Aspect of Time! If he could not find mastery in his own domain, even in this situation, then he had failed his Makers.''

''He began to slowly, methodically, painstakingly examine each grain of Sand. Every one was a second, a being, a piece of Time. If he could find but one that had thus far escaped Deathwing’s notice…''

''One in particular caught his attention. He hissed in appreciation. This was perfect. He recognized this moment in time very clearly, as it was a defining moment in both Azeroth’s history and Nozdormu’s own destiny. Quite clearly he saw Broxigar the Orc leap from dragonback into a swirling portal; saw Rhonin and Krasus and Malfurion try to wrench a terrible artifact from the demon lord Sargeras.''

''Sending his thought into Rhonin’s mind subtly, so as to avoid detection, he placed the thought there, placed the dream, to come forth at the proper time. Thousands of years from that moment, the dream hidden in his mind would emerge and deliver the Timeless One’s message.''

''The sands continued to storm around him, and Nozdormu felt the wrenching pain of Time itself beginning to come apart. Roaring his defiance, he managed to hold it together, despite the inhuman agony he was experiencing. And waited for Rhonin to come.''

If he came. <<< Part II --- Part IV >>>