This is a fanfiction based on the Wheel of Time Series written by Robert Jordan.
This is also a pretty cool dream that I had. Well actually only half. It appears I can not dream any battle scenes; so I filled in the hole. I guess I just am too sweet natured.
Janduin stared at the fire. In the fading glow of twilight memories and ghosts haunted him. How he longed for Shaiel. He could have saved her. If he had only been able to refuse her something for once. No, she would not have listened. It was in her name after all. The woman who is dedicated would die for what she believed it. Her time had come; Janduin realized this, although it didn't make the hurt any less.
They had spent three months in the blight. Janduin knew he was lucky. That amount of time was almost unheard of; he was always lucky. What was it that Shaiel had said once? Tav'eren, she had called him tav'eren. That was after he had ended the blood feud between Taarad and Naki. Janduin, the youngest clan chief ever, had ended a dispute that had gone on for two hundred years. Was it worth the price?
Shaiel and his son, like so many others, were never found. His only piece of comfort was the knowledge that his son lived on. The trial of Rhuidean is one that a man must face to prove himself strong enough to lead his clan. Like the others that came before him he saw important events of his people through his ancestors eyes. In time some of the memory fades, but most remains with you quite vividly. Only those who have been to Rhuidean are permitted to talk of what is seen, but even those who have rarely speak of it. Everyone's journey was different, but his was most of all. He not only saw the past but also a glimpse at the future.
A man approached the campfire. Odd that his scouts had not seen him but these were the lands of Aan'allein, and men of these lands were strong in strength and spirit. The firelight made it appear as if shadows danced in the man's footsteps. "I see you stranger," Janduin called out. There was no response. The clouds released their hold on the moon. Janduin gasped as the moonlight revealed a man who could have been Shaiel's brother. The man drew his sword. The others scrambled to veil themselves. The slight hesitation was all the man needed. He rushed towards Janduin.
His steel met Aiel spears, but he moved through the forms as if he was born with the sword. Janduin made no move towards his spears as the man drew closer; even when two of his men fell. How could he; he saw so much of Shaiel in him except that where the warm light in her eyes should have been he saw only coldness and hatred. Pain like had never known shot through him as the sword met flesh. Shadows swirled around the man as Janduin's vision failed.
An image floated through the cloud of death. Janduin gazed with wonder at that window in the pattern he had seen in Rhuidean so long ago. That one image was stronger than the pain. A man, with hair and eyes like his mother's, gripping a sword wrought from fire. Two gold dragons on his forearms blazed in the dawn light. The world behind him and death in front. Son of the maiden Shaiel, Rand al'Thor the Car' a' Carn.