Disclaimer: I do not own anything; my clothes are borrowed, my computer stolen. So it's obvious I don't own Wheel of Time.
I have wanted to write this story for a long while, for many reasons. First was an idea I had in mind for the past few years, but with no outlet. I had no specific world to create it in and every time I attempted to make one it turned out bland. I chose the world of wheel of time and decided to base it on a male channeler. I wanted to do Raolin Darksbane, but I could not find the information I wanted or maps on the era. I then went for Guire Amalason but it seems he lost every single battle he ever faced against Artur Hawking, I could not have that. Plus it was too recent, I would be restricted in creativity.
Then I realized throughout the entire series they make no mention of Davian other than he was a false dragon, so I snatch up the idea. It is a false dragon, the perfect era, with very little information so I can create my own backgrounds as I am used to.
I then and began to write an opening, yet it was simply horrid. I abandoned the idea. After coming up with the minstrel idea for an RP I never made I restarted work on this. I have a good idea of how the entire story will go and I promise you it will have a stellar storyline and (hopefully) interesting characters.
Just a few things to note: I do not pretend to be a skilled writer; all my writing ability comes from RPs so there may be mistakes. For those, I apologize. If there are any plot-holes, misspells, or inconsistencies with Wheel of Time than please point them out. The prologue turned out rather poorly as all my prologues do but I believe it is coherent. Future chapters will be much better. This is my first fanfic on fanfiction.net so there may be formatting errors. For those, I also apologize. Also you will find my writing is slower than I would prefer. For that, I apologize. Most chapters will be around 1000 words give or take a hundred. Please Read and Review, or flame if you wish. Whichever you choose I thank you. It is nice to know that people are actually reading so I'm not wasting my time with typing out each mini-chapter.
And without further delay, I present to you Davian: A Minstrel's Tale
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In FY 351 there was a false dragon who went by the name of Davian. Whether he had a last name or not is unknown, as there is little knowledge of him at all. Even the date is in question, skeptics claim it is off by at least six years. A few of the more fanatical researchers make the argument that his name wasn't even Davian, and that the White Tower simply bestowed him the alias after he died.
Ah but why do they cover up evidence of him? Why would they destroy documents on his life? Why shroud the long years surrounding his birth and death with mystery? A few of the stupidest claim that the Aes Sedai simply hated him because he could channel, but the well informed have more sophisticated theories. One of the cleverest is also the least known, for the White Tower despised and condemned the very notion. It is known in Tar Valon that Aes Sedai lost much of their knowledge during the Trolloc wars, including where the seals on the Dark One's prison are hidden. Spells were lost, histories were lost, Angreals were lost, Ter'Angreal as well. Ah, but the Trollocs never reached the shining walls, and how could they lose the positions of the seals? The Aes Sedai won't even tell how the Amyrilin died, or when for that matter. They walk around the truth as they are wont to do. If the Trollocs and Myrddraal didn't break the tower, perhaps a false dragon could.
Some extremists speculate that the Trolloc wars were simply an invention of the Red Ajah, not wanting to admit the entire White Tower had been ruined by a Male Channeler, that they could not defeat him without suffering humiliating losses. Unlikely perhaps, but nonetheless a favorite of discussion in taverns.
Countless theories arise, that Davian was the true dragon, that it was he who tainted saidin. Another is that he was Shai'tan himself. Yet with all the time commoners may spend concentrating on the mystery behind him, for all they may muse over his life, not a single theory has any factual basis. It is this which truly makes discussions exciting. People make up their own tales of his rise, and thus legends are born and the story of Davian endures.
The Throne Room of Andor: Date Unknown, Late NE
The minstrel strummed his harp, making a sad yet pretty scale. He was a handsome man, short light blonde hair and smooth features made him look almost like a woman. His hands were deft and agile. He wore loose, white garb that an angel might wear.
The doors were closed in the royal court; the Queen Morgase was seated on her regal throne, smiling as her son looked up eagerly at the minstrel. Today there would be no interruptions; the Queen had been worried that there was too much work for Gawyn with his newfound duty to protect his newborn sister with his life. She wanted him to relax, today was for him.
The minstrel was on a plain yet comfortable wooden chair. Gawyn was on the stone floor, sitting cross-legged. Still, he seemed quite content. Numerous others were there as well, the Queen's older son, Galad, a fellow court bard by the name of Thom Merrilin. Several other minor Lords and Ladies were there, but not worth noting. The minstrel smiled sadly, such a small child Gawyn already had the responsibility of an adult on his shoulders.
"So what kind of a tale would you like to hear, Gawyn? Does anything suit your fancy?" The minstrel asked kindly.
"I want to hear about Aes Sedai." He said eagerly.
"Ah. Perhaps one of the many adventures of Cadsuane Melaidhrin? Or a tale of the two Amyrlins?"
"Those are for children." Gawyn pouted. "Tell me something scary!"
"Would you prefer the breaking of the world? The Aiel War?"
"I know all those ones from Thom already. I want something new!"
It may have been how much pity he felt for the boy. It may have been that he simply wished to show his prowess in front of such a legendary bard as Thom Merrilin. But whatever it was the minstrel decided on the one tale he was sure no one else knew.
"Very well, I will tell you of the male channeler Davian." Those in the court seemed mildly surprised. The bard, sitting to the queen's right, became annoyed and tugged on his mustache.
"Thom says that all the stories of the False Dragon are made up." Gawyn's tone left no room for argument, but nonetheless the minstrel argued.
"Ah, but this is the true story of Davian. I may be the only man alive who knows it."
The child's eyes widened and Merrilin sat up straight, suddenly interested. Everyone else was still simply bored, though they tried to hide it. Fictional stories were for the lowly taverns, not fit for Andor's royal court. The minstrel simply ignored them. He strummed a choice section from 'March of Death' as he began.
"Very well, listen close young one, for you may never hear this tale again; it all started in Darmovan, FY 347." And so began the minstrel's tale.