The scene begins in a clearing. This island of grass in the midst of a great forest is lined with oaks. Their branches reach above, intertwining far above the forest floor. The shape they make is reminiscent of a chapel. There is a single figure in the center, a young man. Constantly moving, not in the same place for long.
Sivin thrust his knife into an invisible enemy, practicing the skills that for now were very limited. Thrust then slash then thrust again. Then do a kick, aiming for the head, followed by a crescent kick. Taking a step Sivin gathered is energy and rushed forward with all of the force he could muster and thrust again, this time calling into being a ball of flame and electricity. Pushing this ball of energy forward he extended his arm as far as it would go, taking a forward step he continued the thrust. At the end of this strike the ball of energy flew and bored a hole into one of the trees surrounding the clearing.
Sheathing his blade Sivin wiped the sweat off of his forehead. Growling, Sivin tensed his muscles and did a back flip. Landing on his feet he pulled a blade from a concealed pocket and spun around, slashing through the air in a wide arc. His arm hits something, a tree perhaps except for the fact the he was in the center of the clearing. Turning his head he saw a shadowy form, something not quite human.
The scene switches, the two are now standing in a field of rubble. The ever shifting form disappears, Sivin looks around and stumbles backwards as it appears in front of him. “Welcome to limbo” the voice come from the shifting form. “I am called the Tarot Master, and you must be Sivin Embereyes.”

Sivin took another step back, ‘how did he know my name?’ he thought.
“That is me.” Sivin said with a calm voice. “Who are you, what do you want, where are we!” Sivin demanded.

“I told you, I am the Tarot Master I am here to make you an offer. And for your last question, we are on your world in a place you call The Novemberlands. Your location was to risky to attempt a time stop with all that magical activity going on.”

“What offer would that be?” Sivin’s voice rose to a growl  “Do you need someone killed, want something stolen? Well if that’s the case you can go fuck yourself. I’m no mercenary for the likes of you!”

“You have a temper boy. That language will get you nowhere and the same goes for your anger issues. My offer is of grave importance to your world. As my name implies I am the master of Tarot, and recently a card that has not been played came up in my readings for the fate of the multiverse. This card, the End of Days calls for the destruction of all the universes. As with all cards my interpretation of the effect is what happens. I will be bored without one universe left so I am giving you a chance to redeem yours.”

“Hmmph, and if I were to actually believe you, why me? I’m just trying to live my life without any supernatural interference.”

“You have plenty of reason to believe me. If you doubt me so let my demonstrate my abilities.” The Tarot Master reaches his hand into a hidden pocket. Pulling it out he is now holding a deck of cards. “I will shuffle this deck of Tarot cards, I will interpret the effect of the chosen card and my interpretation will be brought upon you or this world.” Shuffling the deck once the Tarot Master draws the top card. “Hmmmm, the star. This is a good omen for you and your planet. You still have hope of saving this measly clump of rock.”

Suddenly a change came over Sivin, his spirits brighten and any wounds he has heal.
“You have some power I must say. But one last thing, how will the end of this world come to be? Will it be sudden or will it be a slow corrupting evil?”

“Fine. I shall grant you a vision of the world and how it will come to be destroyed.

Suddenly Sivin’s eyes are filled with a inky blackness.  Slowly color comes back, but now his view is from above. Turning his head Sivin sees the world covered in little pricks of light. These lights spread out, organize into large squares and start merging. ‘First the world will go to war’ a voice in his head says. ‘Next the natural disasters will tear this world apart.’ As the speaker finishes the ground below splits open, oceans rise and volcanoes belch their fiery doom. ‘Slowly the world’s population will decrease and the strong will take advantage of the weak, nations will be born a new, but will not last. These nations will go to war with each other until only small bands of survivors remain, scattered, lost and primitive. You will be one such, but you will eventually be an outcast, word will get out that you had a chance to save the world. Once this happens you will be hung and quartered, the last true survivor of a dead planet. The rest will be have been driven insane and succumb to extreme paranoia. If you do not accept you are doomed to fail in all attempts to escape your fate’

And with that the vision ends, Back in the rubble of the chapel Sivin collapses to his knees.

“What is your decision? Will you take on this chance of salvation, or are you too weak and will you let your planet crumble?”

“I accept your damn offer,” Sivin spat at the Tarot Masters feet. “I will fight for my planet, and I will win!”