Written from the point of view of Loial at the end of his book on the adventures of Rand Al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn
Written from the point of view of Loial at the end of his book on the adventures of Rand Al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn. Its really short, very different from Loial's usual long-windedness but I decided if I made it any longer, the impact of finality would not be as great
Feel free to comment! Its my first work EVER so I'll grit my teeth and bear with all the flames.
Epilogue
So its finally done.
The Wheel of Time turns, ages come and go. I know, at least, that this one has come to an end.
It is impossible to transpose the language of my heart through the quill onto this parchment. Compared to what I've seen and what I've been through, words are trifles light as air; lines dancing on a page to a music that is finally drawing to a close.
I have pondered the creation of this epilogue, dreamed it from its opening to the final word I will scratch into this book. But now I wonder how something as simple as language can possibly contain the glory that Rand Al'Thor encompassed? How can I explain the cruel injection of a young farmer into a world where he must make the ultimate sacrifice? How can I explain the horror that finally engulfed him? How can I explain that it was this horror that granted him the eternal life?
He was a great fan of Jain Farstrider. I hope I have painted an even fuller picture of him than Farstrider. I hope I have done my young friend justice.
There are so many people to remember. Matrim Cauthon; ever so nimble with the dice, the one cursed with good fortune. Perrin Aybara; the blacksmith who never left his tool, the one who ran with the wolves. Egwene Al'Vere; the Amyrlin never to be. Elayne Trakand; more than a princess, more than an Aes Sedai. Nynaeve Al'Vere; a lioness, powerful and stubborn. Lan Mandragoran; the stone-faced King whom the wind did not touch. Moiraine of the fierce blue. If I strive to list them all out, I fear I will write another book and never leave this behind.
But its time to let this all go. Let the wind carry their souls wherever the wind will. The voyage has reached a resolution. I have returned to the Stedding, to tie off all these loose ends.
Finally, as an Ogier, I'm settling down, as an Ogier always should. Rand once asked me, what I did with all those years of my life.
Well, I write legends.