Disclaimer: I do not own Diablo II on which this story is based, but I sure as hell love to play it!

Seer's Vision

Akara's eyes fluttered several times before opening, they were a deep azure, flecked with silver and were reminiscent of the stars clustered in the dome of heaven above. The world around her was still hazy with the fog of vision. When she was sufficiently able to distinguish between the physical world the surrounded her and the spiritual world where she Saw Akara sat up stiffly; age and worry were in her bones, still when she was able to reach her feet she moved with impressive speed for such a small bent creature. She pushed the flap of her tent aside; the bright light of the noon day sun was a shock to her system after the cold darkness of her visions. A young woman dressed in faded leather armor with a long spear in one hand who was standing guard over her tent snapped to attention and saluted as the old woman emerged.

"Seer."

"Ithera child, send for Kashya. I have Seen."

"Yes Seer."

Akara smiled as the woman took off across camp, then ducked back into the comforting shade of her tent to put the kettle on. Her vision today would bring new hope to the camp, and possibly to the whole world, but Kashya would need some time away from the ever watchful eyes of her subordinates to mourn the loss of a once dear friend before she could celebrate the Hero's victory.