What I thought should have happened in book one of the wheel of time. My story starts off in chapter 37 of the first book, when Nynaeve hadn't returned after cutting the picket lines to distract the whitecloaks.

Suddenly he almost trod on Egwene's heels as Lan stopped.

A shadow stirred, and Moiraine's voice came, weighted with irritation. "Nynaeve has not returned. I fear that the young woman has done something foolish." Lan spun on his heel as if to re-turn the way they had come, but a single whip-crack word from Moiraine halted him. "No!" He stood looking at her sideways, only his face and hands truly visible, and they but dimly shadowed blurs. She went on in a gentler tone; gentler but no less firm. "Some things are more important then others. You know that." The Warder did not move, and her voice hardened again. "Remember your oaths, al'Lan Mandragon, Lord of the Seven Towers! What of the oath of a Diademed Battle Lord of the Malkieri?"

Lan glared at Moiraine and in a dangerous whisper replied "Some things are more important then oaths made before understanding the one whom they were given to, and their plight." Mounting Mandarb he glanced back and stated. "You don't need me to guide you to Tar Valon your more then competent, I will meet up with you and I will have the wisdom with me. Don't suggest that oaths given have not been maintained, I tire of sacrificing lives for your plight.

Moiraine face changed to that of a deadly Aes Sedai "Nynaeve understands what's at steak and has sacrificed, like many others. You need to remember your place the wheel weaves as the wheel wills, it is not for you to decide the pattern."

Lan's form slowly started blurring in with the darkness "I will not watch you sacrifice another life, I suggest you go before the whitecloaks find your trail."

3 days later

Nynaeve didn't think she could take much more of the whitecloaks forms of punishment for not telling them what they wanted to hear, they had marked her as a Aes Sedai. After arriving in Amador today and she had truly felt the wrath of a Questioner. The only thing that gave her hope was that it would be over soon.

They had left her for now trying to come up with new ways to get the information on where the dark friends were heading before they would finally end it, her mind kept flashing back to the hot irons and knives that she had endured she didn't know how it could get worse but didn't doubt the promise left for her, it would only get worse.

Her vision blurred, she had lost feeling in her legs long ago a sign of sufficient blood lose, her breath was shortening by the minute thhe wouldn't be able to apply new tactics.

It surprised her that a questioner could be so sloppy in his profession as to let a prisoner die before getting answers. Nynaeve would at least rest knowing she had played her part in saving her friends. Byar would not be pleased and that in its self gave her pleasure.

It couldn't belong now the shadows were moving, and the lights were fading, Lan being here had to be a sign that her suffering was ending, that she was ending… and her friends would be safe. She would have to work on her fantasies though because this one was being really being annoying she was trying to rest, gosling her around was not helping.

Lan had spent the last 3 days tracking the whitecloaks, not being able to move in till they arrived in Amador. He had scouted their camps after they moved out each mourning, praying not to find her body. He knew he had to get her out to night or she wouldn't last another day, he had personal experience with questioners methods.

Up until the point he glided in the tent it was all calculated and planed he knew what they were doing to her but it wasn't real until he walked in and saw what he let them do to her, this is all he could ever offer her, pain and sorrow.

Lan spoke trying to bring her out of it she was losing a lot of blood from a deep gash on her leg "Wisdom I didn't come out of my way to end up caught in your silly plight to...." Not even a spark or her angry flickered over her pale face, she was so pale. He acted quickly, wrapping her leg and assessing any other serious injures finding many with no time, he quickly scoped her small form in the fords of his cloak.

Nynaeve whimpered in his arms struggling against his grasp "hush now my mashiara I will not let any touch you again, I promise you will be safe with me".

Let my know what you think, I'm not sure if I should continue………..