Disclaimer: I do not own Wheel in the Time, and I do not profit financially from writing this story.
Author's Note: This is slightly crack-ish.
Storm winds ripped and howled through the Aiel Waste. The skies overhead were dark with clouds, but no one paid much attention to the what appeared to be impending rain. The winds were devastating the lands, ripping what little vegetation there was from the ground, roots and all in the cases of the trees. Animals were now in shelters but even those were threatened by the strength of the gusts.
Rand stared out at the havoc the winds were creating across the land, knowing the Aiel Waste was not alone in the craziness of the weather. With the Aes Sedai at war with each other and the Seanchan adding their troubles into the mix, it was a wonder the weather was not even crazier than it currently was. All lands were engulfed in the raging winds and the lightning racing across the sky sparked fears of fires should it hit the ground. He felt more than thankful that he had talked Taim and Logain from leading the Asha'man into this fray between the Aes Sedai. It was none of their business how the White Tower worked its problems out. Instead, they were dealing with the Seanchan, trying to prevent a catastrophe from happening with them as they were intent on capturing every Aes Sedai and woman who could channel that they could. It could not be a pretty picture. He remembered what his army of Asha'man had done to the Shaido. It was not a pretty picture, and one he hoped would never repeat itself.
From a corner of his mind, he could feel Alanna trying to gut on their bond, but it was nothing more than a slight nuisance. He had long since learned how to reverse a Warder's bond, and it soon became a lesson to other Aes Sedai about bonding a man who could channel and against his will.
As he allowed his thoughts to wander, if only for the briefest of moments, Rand thought he saw something rather unusual in the sky. He frowned at first, blinking then he leaned forward. For a second or so, amidst the black clouds and arcs of lightning, of all things, a wheel appeared. Well, it was not so much of a wheel, but a circular patch of blue. With the sun glowing a bright gold, it very nearly resembled a wheel. The rays were much like threads weaving a pattern.
Then the patch of blue and sunny gold were gone, enveloped by the maelstrom as if it had never happened in the first place. For Rand, it was a sign things were about to change, a sign of hope. He just did not know when or how.
'Light, let it be soon.'
He continued to watch the furies of the winds.