Disclaimer: I have only read up to book 5 in the series, so I may be missing some stuff that may be occuring in later chapters, but this story takes place around book 2-ish time, when Egwene and Nynaeve arrive at the Tower for the first time. Some things in the story will not be accurate WoT-wise, because it is a fanfiction, but please read and review. Enjoy.


Prologue

It had all happened so quickly.

It had started out a day unlike any other.

It was a day she would never forget.

A simple trip into town had proven to become the very trip that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her days. A day filled with children's laughter, and joy had been snatched away from her very grasp, without any warning.

The woman had bundled up her two children, both girls, only one and three years old, even though it was a fairly warm day; the north wind could be fairly chilly at times. She carried her youngest in her arms, and held her eldest's hand, as they traveled through the city. The woman had left her husband at home; he had much work to do, being the mayor of the village they lived in, but he had given them fair for their travels, and simply asked to bring home with them some fresh fish for supper.

The woman enjoyed greatly taking her children into town, watching their innocent eyes light up at the different shops' treasures, and always pointing at the new and exciting sights. But today, something was different.

The streets were filled with what appeared to be a mob of angry people, all yelling, and threatening the people in the shops. The woman backed up in fear, staring at the sight, fearful for what would happen if they didn't turn around and head back. But then everything happened too quickly. Screams began filling the street, and the woman could see people going down with knives stabbed into them, blood already spilling. Oh Light, they're killing people! The woman grabbed hold of her two children by their hands, and began running in the same direction the crowd was beginning to flee from the angry mob. Screams echoed through the streets, ringing in the woman's ears as she tried to keep a hold on her daughters', who were running as fast as their small legs could carry them. They were both crying, questioning their mama as to why they were running, but the woman had no answers; she continued to drag them through the crowd.

She held on to her young ones' hands as tightly as she could, but with panicking people pushing and shoving their way through, as hard as she tried to grip her daughters' hands, she felt her youngest slip from her grip with a startled scream, and it all happened in the blink of an eye. The woman stopped and turned, trying to find any sign of her youngest. Screaming out her name, calling out, asking passerby's if they saw a little girl with dark brown hair, but nobody stopped to listen. The woman began frantically searching, but to no avail. Her oldest daughter began to cry for her little sister, and as she did, the woman bent down quickly, and pulled her daughter into a hug, staring around wide-eyed for any sign of her baby.

"Hush now, Egwene," Marin Al'Vere soothed nervously, as a tear came to her eye, looking around the crowd. "We will find her."