PROLOGUE
A mile or so outside of Camelot, Jahsin pushed his way through the undergrowth of the forest. Ice crunched under his booted feet and his breath formed misty feathers in the air yet he did not shiver. Snow shaken from branches powdered his his black coat, frost encrusted the silver sword pin he wore on his collar but still he refused to let the cold touch him. Swatting aside a spindly shrub, Jahsin stopped at the edge of a clearing, a small space walled with tree's.
His eyes travelled to the tree closest to him and he grimaced at the sharp gouge that marred it; that had been his mistake. Peering behind him to make sure he wasn't followed, he stepped further into the clearing, his left arm raised. A bright vertical slash appeared in the air before him. It slowly rotated, widening until it became a square gateway several spans across.
Jahsin just glimpsed the gleaming domes of Caemlyn's inner city before 20 or more maidens of the spear blocked his vision as they leapt through, their close-cropped hair bright in the pale sunlight. The maidens quickly encircled the clearing, veils raised. Jahsin ignored them. His attention was on the man slowly walking behind them, uncommonly tall with golden red hair curling round his ears and eyes as cold as steel. When the man was clear, Jahsin let the gateway wink out of existence and walked forward, inclining his head.
" My Lord Dragon"
He murmured. The man, the Dragon Reborn, shifted his gaze to him, weighing him.
"You may release Saidin now"
Jahsin started; he had not realised he was still holding on to it. Before he could apologise, the Dragon cut him off-
"Have you done as I instructed?"
Nodding, Jahsin began pulling several maps and pieces of parchment from his coat pocket, laying them down on an area clear of snow. The maidens, he noticed, flashed hand-talk at each other, pointing at the snow excitedly. He unfolded the biggest map, hand-drawn by himself and placed stones on the corners to keep it in place.
"Good. Now tell me everything you have found out about this land. I'd like to attract as little negative attention as possible. What is this place called?"
The Dragon pulled out some parchment of his own, sketches of what he presumed were ter'angreal and added them to the pile.
"Camelot, Lord Dragon. We're in Camelot"
Thank-you for reading, I know a prologue isn't much to go on but bear with me. Review?