This is one of my more serious stories. Thank you RJ for writing these books. This story is a fan fiction about the Last Battle from the Wheel of Time series. I had a dream one night about the Last Battle after I fell asleep reading WH. I can't remember much but I remember a little.
On the dark field lay the bodies of creatures of the dark and honest men alike. The field was death laying in the shadow of death. The ground around Shayol Ghul shook . Amid the mist of death and shadow stood a man. With grey eyes that flashed like the storm that riped across the land.
"The time has come," the man thought to himself.
"Rand you don't have to do this alone," Elayne cried out.
Rand turned to face his friends; no a dead man had no friends. He was after all a dead man marching toward his fate.
Aviendha ran toward him, but she met an invisible barrier.
"Rand al'Thor stop this foolishness." Min yelled at Rand; however, her heart was not in it.
I am not Rand al'Thor any longer.
What do you mean? You are Rand al'Thor a shepherd and a woolhead from the Two Rivers.
Rand's laugh echoed from every corner of Shayol Ghul.
I am neither Rand al'Thor nor Lews Therin. I have no past or future. I have no name. I am the Dragon.
Rand turned from the life he knew running towards another. Whether or not he survived did not matter. There would always be another battle for him. The three golden lights of the bond he shared with Elayne, Aviendha, and Min reminded him of what he fought for. He shed not a single tear when he severed those ties; he had done his crying already.
YOU HAVE COME ONCE AGAIN.