Revealing the Truth

"Did you reveal the entire truth to Velen?"

Nathanos was not surprised by Alexstrasza's question. He stood before the window, gazing at the stars.

"Do you think he'll believe it?"

"It's a gamble. I hope he believes us. If he ultimately thinks we're mad, then we can only seek help elsewhere."

That was also why he had sent the Bishop Council away and spoken with Velen alone. The others would certainly think he was talking nonsense, but the Prophet might see things differently.

"Why don't we try looking at it another way? So far, we haven't heard anything about Grommash Hellscream's son. That means Garrosh must have concealed his identity, merely offering knowledge beyond their time to his clansmen and gaining their recognition that way."

Nathanos turned around and saw Alexstrasza sitting on the edge of the bed, poised and elegant, as though she had prepared herself to calmly face the coming storm.

"If I were Velen, I wouldn't believe a claim without cause. I would seek evidence that could prove whether it was true or false."

The bright moon hung overhead, and the stars glittered. Beneath their approving light, Prophet Velen wandered the streets of Auchindoun alone, reflecting, pondering, repeating the cycle as he tried to find a flaw or conspiracy in Nathanos's words. Yet he had to admit that the other man's account was flawless in both logic and substance. Its only problem was that it was absurd. People from the future had returned to the past and changed history.

The Orcs would be enslaved by demons, the Draenei would be slaughtered by the Orcs, Draenor would become a shattered world... These terrifying prophecies seemed to age Velen by many years in an instant.

Such words were dangerous. Thus, when Akama asked about his conversation with Nathanos,