This is my first attempt at Crossover and all I can say is prepare to have the WoT world butchered. Enjoy.

PROLOGUE: THE WINGED TERROR

The stench of the smoking rabble of the defeated foe reached her nose, making it itch terribly. She desired to lift her hands and scratch it but the Great Mistress was in a foul mood today. Whatever the cause was she did not know and dared not to find out. For little old Mera staying out of the affairs of her Mistress was something she had learned to do the hard way. After all she was nothing but a damane.

However much she kept reminding herself of that she was nothing like her name stated a part of her resisted that fact. Every night when she goes to sleep, after the Great Mistress removes her bracelet, she thinks back on who she use to be. And every night she cannot resist the tears rolling down her cheeks. She had once been the most powerful woman in the world. With a flick of her finger she could make armies quake and caused kings to kneel. Nations broke out at her command, peace was made when she willed and monarchies fell when she felt like it. Yes, she had once been Amyrlin Seat, with the power to make even the most powerful man cower in fear.

And to think that she had been reduced to this, leashed like a dog and fighting in wars an ocean from her birthplace. Destroying lands that the White Tower were ignorant of and had never paid attention to. Drawing on the Power to exhaustion in order to defeat the enemy, all for the reward of a pat on the head, scraps off the table and grey rags for clothes. How she hated this demeaning life. She loathed the fact that she was eager for those meagre rewards even more.

"You did good work today Mera," the Mistress said, patting her on the head and bringing a purr out of her. "Your Mistress is proud."

She smiled up to her mistress in gratitude. Although it felt wonderful to be complemented by the Mistress, while most of her heart was elevated a small piece of her heart sank at the realisation of how far she had really fallen. She was looking forward to the next battle; she craved more praise from her. Even that small part of her that screamed she had rid herself of the leash was being killed little by little each day. If she ever got free from the leash would she embrace it or fear it?

"You have done a great job again Knotai," the Great Mistress said to the man who rode next to her. "That is what is expected from the general of my armies. You my husband will be the greatest war commander the world has ever seen."

Knotai sighed. It was no secret that he had no love for the Seanchan ways. He had made it clear that he felt no obligation to this war, that it was none of his concern. And yet here he was, waging a conquest that saw all the Great Mistress' enemies fall to his spear. As much as he claimed that he was not obligated to fight this war he felt a strong obligation to his wife. The young fool was so taken with the Mistress he would do anything to keep her happy. If he had been smart he would have stayed with that ragged band of mercenary fools who called themselves Shen an Calhar.

"The rest of the enemies have retreated," Knotai replied. "Dusk approaches and we will not be able to catch them in time." He turned to one of his advisers. "Tell the men to set camp. We ride out before dawn."

He turned his horse to leave and his wife followed, satisfied with his work. Being linked to her by the a'dam she and her fellow damane Lidya forced their horses forward to follow after them. They rode past soldiers, observing them. Their casualties were minimal, a dozen at most. An impressive feat considering they had fought an army of thirty thousand whilst they had only been a third of that number. Soldiers saluted him and the Great Mistress as they walked past. The eyes on Knotai held different feelings. Amazement from the low-ranking soldiers, jealously from the higher ranked commanders. Whatever the feelings they had for him though, no one could dispute that the Prince of the Ravens was an outstanding commander. Even the legendary Great Captains were nothing compared to him.

"We should not have come today Tuon," he told her when they were out of earshot. It was only the two of them with Mera and Lidya trailing. Damane never revealed what was said in front of them so Knotai could say something as motivationally destructive as that and not worry about a backlash. "You were a fool not to listen to Min."

The Great Mistress shot him a sharp look and spoke in a warning tone. "You forget yourself Knotai. Are you rash to forget who you are addressing?"

"You know very well that this was foolish," Knotai continued, ignoring her warning. "She told you that if we marched for battle today we would suffer a great defeat."

The Great Mistress seemed irritated by what he had said. "I have really failed to train you properly to be an obedient husband."

"No matter how much you claimed that you have never trained me and never will," Knotai responded, returning his wife's irritated stare. "I am your husband Tuon, and before my military duty comes my duty to you. Your safety is my priority and I will not take it lightly, no matter how much you hate it."

There was uncomfortable silence for a few minutes which Knotai and the Great Mistress glared at each other. Mera stood still on her steed, not daring to make a sound. Knotai had said that the Doomseer had predicted a defeat. That must be the reason her mood had been foul. Though it made the damane wonder, why had she ignored the Doomseer's warning? It wasn't like the Great Mistress to do something so foolish. That girl's visions always come true.

"At ease now Husband," the Great Mistress broke the quiet. "My Truthspeaker was clearly mistaken. Today was no defeat, in fact it was the greatest victory we've had in our campaign so far. There is no chance of defeat, unless we all go to sleep and allow the enemy forces to attack us I don't see it as a possibility."

Knotai sighed in resignation. "Damn stubborn woman. I'll go along with you for now but if the vision comes to pass to the Pit of Doom with the whole army. I'm will protect you and I will not hear a single protest."

"Very well Husband," the Great Mistress answered grudgingly. "If that puts you at ease then so be it."

There was another moment of silence again, though this one was easier than the last. The soldiers had already set up camp and their tent was set up high in the middle of it. Mera continued to follow her Mistress. Things were so calm. The probability of them suffering a heavy defeat like the Doomseer said was highly unlikely.

That was what she thought before Lidya began to speak.

"The Wings of Terror have returned!" she began while emitting a throaty gasp. "Above the clouds the Bane of Mortalkind soars. He approaches! The first scion of Time! That great serpent, he comes! Free from his prison at last, to devour the world at the end of Time!"

Then she fell off her horse, pulling the Great Mistress down with her and almost making her fall had Knotai not caught her. -

Mera saw all this transpire but she was too frozen to react. That had been a prophecy. She herself had the same gift, though she was loath to admit it was not near as strong as hers. Lidya seemed terrified when making the prophecy. Whoever she predicted was coming must be dangerous. The woman had mentioned wings of terror and bane of mortalkind. Those could be interpreted as anything but it was within the scope of reasoning. However she could not get the rest. The first scion of Time? That was preposterous! Time had no offspring. But then again Time was occasionally called the Great Serpent and she had referred to the approaching danger as a serpent. Then there was the last part; the end of Time? There was no such thing. Time was the symbol of infinity for a reason, it had neither beginning nor end.

Her attention was back on Knotai and the Great Mistress, both of whom have dismounted. Panicking in an attempt not to displease her Mistress by staying mounted while she wasn't, she quickly dismounted. Catching a glimpse of Knotai feeling the pulse of Lidya, who had collapsed after her fall, she noted that the grim look on his face bore no good news.

"She's dead," he stated quietly.

The Great Mistress was frozen, not knowing what to do. It was the first time Mera had ever seen her in a state like that. She was no longer the great Raven Queen of the Seanchan but a little girl who still had years to see her thirtieth winter. It was no doubt Lidya's death had this kind of effect on her. The damane use to be her favourite, which was why Mera never liked her and wouldn't shed a tear for her.

There was a commotion around them, soldiers had gathered amidst the confusion to try and figure out what the situation was. Some of them had clearly heard the prophecy and the fact that the prophet had died brought them great unease. It wasn't long before the confusion spread across the entire camp. Then a dark skinned woman stepped in front of them. Mera recognized her by her scarred face as Tylee, Knotai's second in this campaign.

"The warriors are confused Greatest One," she said to the Great Mistress while bowing, not daring to look her in the eye. "May I please request that they be informed before chaos reigns?"

The Great Mistress' strong and hard expression had returned and she was about to answer but her husband was quicker.

"Tell everyone to pack up all supplies," he said, earning a sharp glare from his wife. She tried to say something but he was having none of it. He gripped her wrist firmly and pulled her to him while pressing her hard against his chest. "What's not packed in ten minutes is left behind. Inform all sul'dam to prepare the damane to open Gateways. We are going back to Ebou Dar." There were surprised gasps in the crowd but he ignored them and looked down at his wife, whose top of the head didn't even reach his shoulder. "If the Greatest One disputes my order she should kill me now for as long as there still resides life in my breast I will make sure she is the first one through the Gateway."

If the Great One was going to say something in return she never got the chance because at that moment there came a loud roar that Mera was sure didn't only send a chill down her spine. The intensity of it was so thick that the ground shook when it was heard. So terrifying it was that even though it vanished in a mere instant, her knees were left shaking in fear of what it could be that had made that noise. She had never heard such a sound, a roar so terrible the ground cowered before it.

"Look there!" one of the soldiers yelled, pointing towards the setting sun. "Is that a raken?"

"No it is not," Knotai decided, even though it was too far for him to be certain. "Get the fliers ready. I want four morat'raken to attack it. You will take a sul'dam with you."

It was only a minute later that his orders were carried out. The fliers were in the air on their winged beasts, ready to confront the creature Mera now saw was no raken or any other kind of beast he had ever seen. This creature was bigger than the raken several times over. There were countless similarities between this creature and the raken like their snake-like bodies and the fact their wings were attached to their forelimbs. However this creature was majestic and inspired terror just by appearance. Someone ignorant of this mentioned that it just appeared to be an overgrown to'raken, but everyone was soon proven wrong when the creature opened its mouth and from it came inferno that set the skies ablaze. It couldn't have been more than ten seconds but the screams of the victims, both man and beast, made it seem like an eternity. When their charred remains dropped to the ground there reigned silence for an instant. Then everyone was rushing, trying to bring the beast down with spears and bolts. Mera herself was forced by the Great Mistress to make a giant fireball that equalled the creature in size and hurl it at the beast.

It became obvious really fast that whatever they did had no effect on it. There didn't seem to be a single scratch on it even after it was struck by the giant fireball and several lightning bolts from the other damane. Mera cowered in fear when she saw this. This was surely the one that Lidya had predicted was coming. What else would bear the title bane of mortalkind then one who could not be harmed by anything, whether weapon or Power. Even the Great Mistress could not hide the fear in her eyes as she gazed upon the winged terror. It flew closer to the ground and upon its head they spotted a pair of horns, the greatest difference between it and the raken. Knotai pushed the Great Mistress in behind him with a determined expression, no doubt willing to give his life for hers. It was an unnecessary action though because the Great Mistress had her weave a shield of wind and water in preparation for another fire attack from the beast. She was right expect the creature to open its mouth again, but to their surprise it was not fire that spilled from it but words in a tongue none understood. Its mighty voice making the earth itself tremble.

"Drem yol lok sahlo joor. Zu'u los Alduin, diistkiin do Bormah."

More silence, this time more profound than all the other times combined. Mera knew her jaw was hanging but she couldn't care less. She had lost her Aes Sedai composure five years prior, when she had been abducted from the White Tower itself and subjected to the a'dam.

The creature spoke again but this time it was in the common tongue. "My kin and I have awakened to claim what is ours. This world and everything belongs to us. Swear allegiance to me and you will be spared. Refuse and taste the might of my Thu'um!"

"How dare you speak to me in that manner," the Great Mistress responded when no one did. "You speak to Empress Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag. You will address me with the respect deserving of my station or I will strike you down where you are!"

The glare the beast shot the Great Mistress was enough to make her take a step back in fear, something no one had ever witnessed before.

"For a mortal to address me in such a manner," the creature said with a growl that slightly shook the ground. "Let us see how far your arrogance will take you. STRUN BAH QO!"

And chaos broke loose. The sky immediately darkened as black clouds completely obscured it. Then came a heavy downpour on the camp forcing everyone to scatter. They soon found that they were unable to keep their footing as they slipped in the soaked ground. The worst however was yet to come. Lightning came from the sky and struck the camp with a vengeance. In a less than a minute hundreds of bodies had fallen, devoid of the life they previously held.

We stand no chance of beating this creature, Mera realised as she watched the carnage in terror.

Knotai had obviously come to the same conclusion because he grabbed his wife and began to run while dragging Mera by the a'dam. "Everyone retreat! Use a Gateway to get to safety."

And they kept running. At one time they ducked to avoid the claws of the creature. It became clear then that it was coming after them or more accurately the Great Mistress.

"Elaida! Mera! Whtaever you name is!" Knotai yelled desperately. "Make a Gateway to Ebou Dar now!" He quickly realised that she couldn't weave without her Mistress consent and reinforced his orders on her. "Make her open a Gateway now Tuon or I swear to the Light I will knock you out and free her so she does it anyway."

The Great Mistress offered no resistance this time and made her open a Gateway. Knotai quickly forced his wife through and followed after, dragging her along. She cried tears of joy as she saw the city of Ebou Dar getting close. She was going to escape this nightmare. She and more importantly the Great Mistress would come out of it unscathed. Her heart leapt for joy as she touched the familiar streets.

And at that moment fire from the other side of the Gateway struck them.

High in the clouds he soared. With the flap of his wings his altitude increased. The planes below him boomed with life. Cities full of insignificant ants known as humans, the wilds with wolves and the scorching empty deserts. None of the mortals down panicked as he flew by. It was expected though, unlike him who could see them vividly from where he was mortalkind possessed not the sight see and think him more than a bird at the height he flew. He dove upwards into the clouds and turned a whole one-eighty to spiral downwards. When he burst through the lower clouds he stopped his descend and decided to keep flying straight.

This was a view mortals hardly saw, confined and content with lives of mediocrity on the ground. And they claimed to be the children of the sky goddess. Kaan must be ashamed of them, or would be if she still lived. The fact that they were satisfied by the mere scraps the ground offered them is one of many reasons why the dov deserved to rule them.

Vus had changed since the last time he had soared its skies. The Eyra no longer lived and the Deyra no longer existed. All traces of them seemed to have disappeared with the exception his father who could not be killed lest you want time to stop. This was the result of what had happened millennia ago. So long ago that mortalkind had forgotten or rather they chose to forget. He couldn't blame them for choosing to forget though. Even he was plagued by the memories what had happened back then.

His In had declared war on the deities and had forced them all to enter Vus in order to destroy them. This action caused a Dovah Kren so devastating creation itself had been untangled. What he now saw below him was the result of those events.

In had been foolish to wage war on the Rah and he had warned him. Whether they achieved victory or suffered defeat the outcome would still be nothing any of them would want. In had failed to listen to him and he could do not but follow obediently. The only way he could have stopped the war was if he challenged In's right to rule and he knew he would not be able to withstand the power of his Thu'um. The dov always served whoever had the strongest Thu'um.

Which was why he was headed to the beacon in the south. The feel of In's soul was something he would never forget. It was the last thing he had sensed before he had taken his long slumber. It radiated brighter than his own, but was much weaker than the fiery beacon in the west. Only one dov could radiate so much strength and the fact that he had returned brought unease to his soul.

Of course he had been laid to rest with the return of Diistkiin in mind. He had willingly agreed to it, but now that he felt the difference in strength between them he was not so sure he had wise been to do that. Alduin would come after him if he ever learned of his betrayal all those aeons ago. There was no doubt in his mind that he would find out.

But that was not what he should concern himself with at the moment. In was in the village below. He folded he swings and dove straight down, spiralling as he did so. This was why he loved being a dov, soaring the sky with so much freedom. He opened his maw and from it came the Thu'um of his In.

"DO VAH KIIN!"

The thunderous voice caused many to look up in the sky and upon sighting his descent they ran around panicking in different directions. Foolish mortals. If a dov sighted an unknown creature they would attack it, not flee from it. This was just another reason why his kind was superior to mortalkind. In was mortal too but he was an exception, after all he possessed the soul of a dov.

Before he landed he unfurled his wings and landed gracefully, as a magnificent dov should.

The village was now deserted with the exception of a young man with black hair and dark eyes that seemed to bore into the soul of whoever they watched. He showed not the fear that was displayed by the weak mortals that fled but stood his ground fearlessly like what he was, a dov in a mortal body. His sword was drawn as if preparing for battle.

"Dii In," he began, bowing his head, making it almost touch the ground. "Hin bonaar aar Odahviing daal wah aam."

"I feel I should know what you are saying," In responded with a frown, lowering his sword a bit. "What are you and what do you want?"

He had expected this to happen. His soul had been reborn so many times the memories of who he use to be were lost. He would never find them no matter how much of the world before Dovah Kren he told him. There was nothing about the situation he did not like. Better this oblivious youth than that terrifying warrior who could drown out the seas with the might of his Voice.

He repeated what he said in the Common Tongue. "My master. Your humble servant Odahviing returns to serve."

"You must be have me mistaken for someone else," In said, confused. "I am just a humble bard who never led a life more interesting than travelling from town to town entertaining people."

Odahviing ignored the obvious lie and continued. "You are dovahkiin, dragonborn. I am certain you felt the tug on your soul when I called your name earlier."

His confused expression told him clearly that he had felt it.

"What are you?" he repeated.

"Come with me and I will tell you all you need to know," he responded. "We haven't much time. Alduin approaches and he will kill you if you remain here."

A battle for the earth shall rage across the northern plane

And it shall come to pass that the Light will triumph over the Shadow

But while the Sky Children rejoice, Time's firstborn stirs from his slumber

Woe to the world for in that moment mankind shall know true fear

The World Eater in his rage comes to end all things

-Scroll of Time-

-end-

Translation: Dovahzul- Common Tongue

Drem yol lok sahlo joor. Zu'u los Alduin, diiskiin do Bormah- Greetings weak mortals. I am Alduin, firstborn of Akatosh.

Strun Bah Qo- Storm Wrath Lightning (Storm Call)

Kaan- Kyne/Kynareth

Vus- Nirn

Eyra and Deyra- Aedra and Daedra

Dovah Kren- Dragon Break

In- Master

WoT and TES crossovers have so much potential. Why no one have ever written one is simply beyond me.