I don't know why, but I think I should've started writing About Wheel of Time first for the sole reason that It is and always will be the best series ever. I love Wheel of time so now I am going to start this FF about it.
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The skies of the Valley of Takan'dar were full of raging black clouds that blocked the sun and the sky. Filled with furious lighting and horrendous storm. Below the black clouds titanic battle was raging, Tarmon Gai'don, The last battle between Humanity and The Shadow. Armies of the united human kingdoms classed against the never ending horde's of shadowborns, fighting with steel and The One Power. Legions of Trollocs and Myndrraal wreaked havoc to the Light's army, Dreadlords channeled the One Power against them, hurling fire and lighting upon them. Armies of the Light fought on for if they failed, Everything would be lost for all eternity. Malkier, Borderlanders, Andorians and even the Seachan were fighting together against the never ending tide's. Aes'sedai and Asha'man fought against the Dreadlords and their turned once allies and friends.
The air was filled with the roars and screams of the Trollocs and humans alike. One Power was used in titanic amounts on each side, Balefire was fired upon the human armies, destroying the already unraveling Pattern to shreds.
Near a cliff White haired young man stood looking over the battlefield and turning his blue and red eyes towards the dark, towering mountain, Shaol'ghul. He turned to look at the battle once again, tightening his grip on his crystal sword, Callandor. This man was no ordinary man, no this man was the Dragon Reborn, Champion of The Light and savior of the world. He frowned as he saw Dreadlords using Balefire, burning everything from the Pattern forever.
"Calen!" Womans' voice yelled from behind him.
Now named man turned to look behind himself. Towards him were walking group of people. The one who had yelled his name was golden haired woman, Elayne. With her were others. Woman with dark curly short hair, Min. Long sandy red haired, Aviendha. Behind them were Many Maidens of the Spear and dozen Asha'man. Calen smiled slightly at them. Elayne walked closer to him and took hold of his hand.
"Is there any other way?" She asked him, hoping that there was way to win without Calen dying.
"This is our only shot." He said back with sad smile, he raised his other hand to caress her cheek.
Elayne nodded while leaning to his hand, not wanting him to go, but knowing that he had to. Min and Aviendha walked to him and joined to moment, their last moment together as family. Calen then took step away from his three wives, smiling at them, his white messy chin length hair waving in the wind.
"I love you all, now and forever." He said and turned around to walk towards the looming dark mountain.
He fell in to Cat walks through the courtyard while holding his sword in right hand, the tip pointing towards the ground. He took hold of the One Power, feeling the torrent of power clashing against his will, like always he won it and took the reins, channeling it around himself and gathering his might. He could feel Dark one waiting for him, for their Final dual. He channeled air around his lower body and started to jump upwards, climbing the mountain side by jumping. He reached to entrance of the cavern. It looked like a maw of a great beast from the stories of Thom. He smirked, knowing that he was going to die in this fight and he couldn't feel anything more than content. He had a good life, loving parents, Amazing wives and friends that he would always cherish and look up to knowing that they always had each others backs in every fight.
But this time he was walking towards his fate alone, to save the world for his children and loved ones. Securing their next day and winning against the Dark Lord. As he walked through the maw of the cavern, entering it. He walked forward with burning determination in his steps. As he entered the massive cave with huge pit in the middle of it he saw faces that he knew. Ishamael, Lanfear, Demandred, Aginor, Graendal, Moghedeim and Be'lal. They all were standing between him and the dark boiling Pit. Their faces were turned in different emotions. Ishamael, Be'lal both had ashamed faces, Demandred and Aginor had stone cold faces, but their eyes were filled with sadness. Lanfear was openly crying silently while having begging look and her face and hoping eyes that he would stop and run away, Graendal and Moghedeim were also sniffing and looking him with pain written faces.
"You can still join us Brother, you don't have to throw your life away for the Light!" Ishamael yelled, hoping that Calen, man that he saw as little brother wouldn't fight against the Dark one.
"Why are you on the Creators side while knowing the price you have to pay for his failures?!" Be'lal joined Ishamael.
"*sob* Why..?" Lanfear asked, looking straight and Calens twin colored eyes.
Calen turned to look at the floor with sad smile.
"Because It's my duty, my death is lighter than Duty, Duty heavier than a mountain." Calen said back raising his sad gaze towards the people who he saw and still see's as his family and Friends.
They all looked at Calen and moved to the side, letting Calen walk towards the Pit of Doom. Ishamael was keeping frantic Lanfear from not jumping on Calen while she was crying and begging for Calen to not go through with this. Calen gave her sad smile and kept going forward. Before he reached the Pit he stopped shortly, turning his head towards the Forsaken.
"Go, go join my family. They will know when you say that you are forgiven and granted freedom by me. Go and life good lifes for me, life full and plentiful life for my memory, my Brothers and Sisters. Massi!" He shouted at them while smiling his lop sided grin and nodding at them.
After that he turned once again towards the Pit and jumped down towards the Blackness.
"AMAN!" The Forsaken Roared for him as Calen fell towards the shadow.
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The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.
The Wind blew through The mountains of mist, sang among the trees of the west forest, reaching the small waking village of Emond's field. Two rivers people were waking up for their morning chores and work that had to be done for the day, but this morning wasn't like any other morning, no it was day before the Bel tinel. The summer festival that was being held every coming summer after the cold winter days and warming spring nights. Bel tinel was grand festival for the people of Two rivers. Whole day and night filled with best songs and games, ale and great times. People were hurrying to do their works and get to start the coming Bel Tinel. There was people already setting up the tables and dancing platforms and the traditional Dancing pole on the grass field outside the only inn in Emond's field, Winespring Inn. People were filled with excitement for the coming day, making sure that this summer was started well and with good party. Near the coming platforms for the dancing was half balding man yelling commands and orders for the builders. This man was the mayor of the Village and the owner of the Inn, Brandelwyn al'Vere.
He was making sure everything was coming well and without any problems or hiccups that could ruin to Bel Tinel or make something go bad even before it. Young girl in wool dress walked to him. She was tanned with long wavy dark hair and brown big eyes were any men could lost themselves for all eternity. This girl was Egwene al'Vere, daughter of Brandelwyn. She walked to her father offering pint of water.
"Water for you." She said with calm voice, handing to pint to Brandelwyn.
He smiled and took the pint, taking good swig from it.
"Ahh, Thank you Egwene." He said smiling at his daugher.
"You looked thirsty from all that yelling." She said smiling sweetly.
"Enough with that, has al'Thors arrived yet?" He asked, denying that he was yelling.
"They were seen reaching the village border, They should be here right about now." She said.
The moment she said that wagon wheels were heard from the little bridge near the Inn. Brandelwyn and Egwene turned to look towards to coming wagon and the two men he were bringing it. First man was graying man with broad build and spear in left hand, Tam al'Thor. The other one was young man with snow white hair and very muscular and fit build with lean, but powerful body. His hair was chin length messy poofy hair that looked that it was in dire need of comping, this young man was Calen al'Thor, son of Tam. They both were wearing woolen long sleeved shirts with brown boots and pants. Tam was wearing green cape while Calen had longsword tied to his back, arrow case on his left hip and Two rivers long bow held in his left hand. It was very odd for someone to wield sword in Two rivers, but no one asked or questioned Calen for it.
"Tam!" Brandelwyn bellowed and began walking towards the older al'Thor.
"Brandel." Tam said back grinning and giving the mayor man hug and tapping his back.
"How are you doing old friend?" Tam asked.
"Don't call me old, I am doing splendidly now when you brought that snow haired boy of yours to help with the setting of the area." He said back and grinning at the groaning young man.
Tam and Brandel laughed and turned to walk towards the Inn.
"Remember Calen to unload the wagon and then go help with the setting of the party." Tam said to his son and turning to walk inside to Inn.
Calen sighed and turned to unload the wagon, as he was just getting hold of the first barrel he felt pair of arms go over his eyes from behind.
"Guess who?" Egwene asked, smirking happily.
"Nynaeve?" Calen asked with amused tone.
"Wrong, you own me now kiss on the cheek." She said back.
"Wait no! There wasn't deal like that!" Calen turned around with pink tainted cheeks.
Egwene giggled at him and made Calen even more flustered. He turned around huffing and started to unload to wagon, carrying two barrels same time. Egwene kept her eyes on him, admiring his strength. She knew that Calen was know to be the strongest, fastest and most good looking young man in the whole Two rivers. Egwene had fought over his eyes for good two years, succeeding when she got her father and his father to write marriage papers ready for the two, Calen didn't know that, but Tam had said that he had his eyes on Egwene, even tho he didn't show it so clearly.
Calen was trying to ignore Egwene looking at him. He was going nuts in his head, he was going to kiss her on the cheek because he had said the wrong answer as a joke. He huffed at that and kept unloading the wagon. He then saw his two other childhood friends walking towards him and Egwene.
"Mat! Perrin!" He yelled at the two while smiling widely with slop sided grin.
"Calen!" Both young men yelled back and hurried to him.
They reached him and they shared their trio man hug and fist pumps.
"How have you two been?" Calen asked.
"Well, got that pie from Miss al'Vere again without her seeing!" Mat boasted, ignoring Egwene's glare.
"Got my own set of tools from Master Luhnan." Perrin said.
They boys kept talking among themselves, ignoring seething Egwene who was getting irritated that they were ignoring her. She walked behind Calen and pinched his right ass cheek, yearning good yelp from him and storm of laughs from Mat and Perrin.
"That's what you get for ignoring me, Cotton head." She said while grinning at Calen who was red as tomato.
Mat flung his arm over Calens shoulder, which was kinda hard for the fact that Calen was 6'6 feet tall and Mat being barely six feet tall.
"You my friend should be lucky that girl keeps up with your Cotton filled head!" He said and laughed even more for the frustrated face of his good white haired friend.
"Light! You all are just mocking poor working boy..." Calen said back and continued to unload the last barrels from the wagon with the help of Perrin.
After that they all joined to help setting up the area for the festival for next day. Egwene made Mat help her to keep the other girls and even single women away from the quite dense Calen while he and Perring were showing their strength by carrying big amounts of building material and setting up the poles and platforms. The thing that got Egwene to shut down for moment was when Calen took of his woolen shirt, showing his athletic and muscular upper body show with sweat gleaming on it. His skin was tanned quite well what made his Blue and Red colored eyes show well. Mat had been able to snap her back to reality when he said that cougar was coming. She had instantly went to talk to Calen, trying her best to not ogle him or even touching his muscular back.
After all this the four of them had walked towards the inn, hungry and thirsty after long day of working and setting up the Bel Tinel.
"Well I am quite hungry, what about you all?" Calen asked, wiping sweat from his neck while looking at his three friends.
"I NEED food!" Mat yelled and rushed head first towards the inn.
"WE should hurry before he gets all the warmest bread." Perrin said and began to fasten his pace.
"Yeah." Egwene said, sighting at the childish attitude of Mat Cauthon.
Calen laughed at their remarks and they reached to door. Calen opened it again for Perrin and Egwene, right before he himself walked in he felt tucking from behind him. He turned around to look towards North and felt something... Familiar. He shrugged at it and continued to walk inside the Inn for well earned warm bread and apple pie.
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"Come Calen, we should start going back home before it becomes too dark to go." Tam said, while standing up and picking up his cloak and spear.
"Yes Father." Calen said back, standing up and picking his two weapons.
Brandelwyn stood up two and walked to them both, landing his hands on their shoulders.
"It was good that you both came here to help us." He said smiling warmly at the two al'Thors.
"It was nothing good friend." Tam said back chuckling and tapping Calen on his shoulder.
"This young white head did more work than me, He is good boy." He said, earning glare from said white head and huff.
Brandelwyn laughed with Tam for the young mans reaction. He bid both farewell and let them both leave the inn. Outside was little cold breeze and the sun had just settled down behind the mountains, casting set of long shadows around to area. Calem felt to cold,but it didn't bother him. He was bothered by the odd feeling creeping under his skin, like something was watching him and judging him from afar. He shrugged it off for just his imagination or the tiredness that he felt. Two of them started to walk the wagon towards the Westwood and their farm. People who were still awake and going around the village greeted them and nodded, earning nods and waves from the two al'Thor men. They walked out of the village, walking on the gravel road that lead to their Farm far in the Westwoods.
As they walked Calen was getting that same feeling under his skin again, but this time way stronger. He began to look around himself and knotting arrow on his longbows' string to calm his nerves. He knew that he could shoot in the darkness as he only saw fifty feet or so around himself and his father. He kept walking while trying to strain his senses to pick out something more than the odd feeling. Then he saw it at the corner of his right eye he could see figure on a horse in to forest. Even if it was starting to be very dark he could tell that the rider was staring at him and he felt, wrong. Calen didn't know how to decipher that odd knowing that the rider was somehow twisted. He kept walking when suddenly turning ninety degrees while drawing back his bow and sending arrow towards this rider. The arrow hit the men right middle his chest, the force of the shot knocked him to the ground. There wasn't any other noise than sudden bone shrilling scream and something riding away.
"What did you see boy!?" Tam shouted and ran to his son seeing him breathing heavily and staring towards the forest.
"Rider..." Calen said out, not knowing what just happened.
Tam quickly went towards the spot were the rider was and found arrow with black, tar like blood coating the tip. His eyes went wide as he threw the piece of wood away and hurried back to the wagon.
"Let's go home." Tam said with stern voice.
Calen only nodded as he was placing new arrow on the string while keeping his foot steps as quiet as he could while trying to see every direction. After long, silence filled walk they reached their home, big farm with tow barns and good five yards of grain and dozens of sheeps, cows and chickens. They quickly put the horse, Bela to the first barn and made sure everything was in order outside before going inside the farm house. Tam walked to the table, placing his cloak on it.
"You can go take first bath and then eat something, I'll just eat and go read." Tam said as he went to get food ready for both of them.
Calen just nodded and placed his stuff near to table and walked to one of the different rooms on the first floor. He went to clean himself and shave his chin from the stubble that had arrived on his jaw. While he was there absent mindlessly cleaning his hair he was staring at the mirror in front of him. He could still feel that odd feeling on him, but now it didn't feel as burning as it felt in the forest. He could swear it was calling to him, begging him to see it. He shook his head clear, banishing that odd line of thinking and quickly finishing cleaning himself and getting dressed again and walking to get something to bite before bed.
After getting slice of cheese and good chunk of fresh bread, Callen had retired to his room on the upper floor. He took of his clothes minus his underwear and flopped down on the bed, groaning as he felt his every muscle saying themselves off. He turned to lay on his back and stared at the sealing.
"Should I ask her?" He said to the roof and then closed his eyes.
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Calens POV
I found myself standing in a dark tiled hallway with red light illuminating it. I turned to look at myself and saw that I was wearing white fine tailored coat and black pants with high cuffed boots. I shrugged at it and started to walk forward in the red lit hallway. I walked for sometime, only hearing water droplets hitting the floor somewhere and feeling little headache. It felt like I was forgetting something and trying my hardest to remember it. I kept walking forward when I came to large dark oak door with golden handle. I reached to grab it and pushed the door open. I saw dark colored room with round table, big armchair and red flamed fireplace in front of it. I walked inside the room and saw two silver goblets filled with red wine on the table. Then I heard to door open behind me, I quickly turned around to see tall black haired man enter to room. He was wearing all black clothes with combed hair. He looked at me and closed the door, he then smiled politely to me and raised his hand for a shake.
"Good to meet you, my name is Ishamael." He said offering his hand for me.
'Ishamael?' I though, knowing that name. The name was one of the Thirteen Forsaken! I looked at the blue eyed man and then at his extended hand. I grabbed his hand and he gave me firm shake. He then walked by me to the table, picking both goblets and offered the second one to me.
"Mind if I ask what is your name young man?" Ishamael asked.
I accepted to goblet, still trying to figure out why there was one of the Forsaken in my dream.
"Calen." I said simply and took sip of the wine, it tasted fresh and clean.
Ishamael nodded, taking sip from his own drink too.
"Fine name young lad." He said and placed the drink back on the table, turning towards me.
"Now enough with the pleasantries, tell me do you remember anything?" He asked, looking me dead in the eyes.
"Remember?" I asked him, not letting my calm fail me.
"Don't play stupid Lews Therin! I know that you are there." He said back with scowl.
"Lews Therin!?" I asked back, knowing well that was the name of the Kinslaeyr's.
Ishamael sighed and rubbed his eyes, turning to look towards the fire.
"It seems that you can't remember, well it makes things somewhat easier." He said.
"What?" I asked taking step backward.
He turned to look at me with thinking gaze.
"Wake up for the others have sent their hounds to you, Brother." IShamael said as I was flung away from the room and fell in the pitch black darkness.
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Hope you all like this, I certainly do! Review and tell me your thoughts and what I should involve/change about the canon story more? Until next time!