Hi ppl! A friend and I are gonna write a Wheel of Time fic with Egwene as the Blue Ajah (gets involved in causes) and also add some new characters, a friend and me. We will be combining ideas and writing it together. I am Sammy, the Green Ajah (battle), and Kasey is the Yellow Ajah (healing). I do not own any of the characters except Sammy and Kasey. The plot belongs to Robert Jordan, but any twists to it are ours. Ok, if you've read the books, here are some of the changes:
Moiraine does not know that Egwene is an Aes Sedai, let alone the Blue Ajah. As I mentioned above, Kasey is the Yellow Ajah, and I am the Green. The Ajahs have servants, whom are dressed in the colored robes of their Ajahs, respectively. Each of the Ajahs has a Warder. The three Ajahs we are writing about have been childhood friends.Ok, ok enough! I'm not gonna give you the whole story now. Also a note: Kasey and I have only read book one, From the Two Rivers, so we're sorry if we're messing anything up really badly. Now, on with the prologue!
~*~Prologue~*~
A lone girl stood in the peaceful fields of the meadow. All around her, everything was beautiful, peaceful, and everything magical. She couldn't help but wonder what things would be like if she led a different life, far from the path she chose now. Or perhaps her destiny had already been chosen for her.
The girl was very pretty, having waist-length rich brown hair and deep brown eyes. She had the potential to be beautiful, though she showed no vanity whatsoever. The girl was very young, about 7 or 8, but had been placed with a burden no one her age or anyone considerably older should have to face. She was the Blue Ajah. Able to wield the one power better than all those her age and above, except for the other Ajahs of course, she was highly respected. She could bend the True Source to her will, and her magic, unique to her, was like a blue fire surrounding her body.
"Egwene!" One of her friends was calling to her, laughing. Egwene only shifted her eyes. "Egwene, what's wrong with you? You look like your best friend just died. But I'm still alive, at least the last time I checked!"
"Hey!" Shouted another of Egwene's friends. "You're not her only best friend, you know."
"Of course not," the first girl said, in a playful, taunting way. "I'm just her favorite."
"Okay, okay." Egwene snapped. Both her friends looked at her. "I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just, I feel such a great burden being placed on me."
The first girl became more serious, talking in a soothing voice. "Don't say that, Egwene, Sammy and I share the same burden you do. It is our fate, our destiny, and the prophecies must be fulfilled." The girl spoke with a voice much older than should be for her age. Suddenly, her manner changed. Her blue eyes sparkled. "Oh, but come on, Egwene, race you to the stable!" With that, Kasey sprinted towards the pasture, her long black hair flying behind her.
"Hey! No fair!" Shouted Sammy, mock anger in her light brown eyes. But her friends had already ran off without her. She tossed her long blonde hair with a sigh and ran after them.
The girls arrived at the stables to find a man, no older than 30. They were not scared, though. If anyone strange arrived, the three Ajahs could take care of him or her easily. The girls saw him and calmly walked into the stable, waiting for him to explain himself.
"My name is Tam," the man spoke. "You need not know my last name, nor who I am. It is only important that you know why I am here."
The girls started listening with increased interest, but a had a feeling of dread deep in the pits of their stomachs. Sammy noticed a blade with a heron mark at his side, identifying him as a Warder. She kept her face expressionless though, using the flame and void technique she had learned from being in training all her life. Without looking, she knew her friends had recognized it too. If Tam realized this, his faced showed no sign.
"You are the three youngest Ajahs in at least ten thousand years. Unfortunately, you each have different paths you must take. You must separate now. You may never see each other again until later years, when you are old enough to be a member of the Ajah's council. This will be much later though, and you may have forgotten one another by then."
"Never!" Kasey almost cried out. Instead, she bit her tongue. She was not about to appear inexperienced to this Warder, and throw away all her years of anger training.
"Egwene, you will come with me."
Egwene gave a start.
"I live in a small village called The Two Rivers. You will be placed with a family who will take good care of you and treat you well. You will grow up as a woman of the village, leading a humble life."
"Kasey, you must go to the city of Caemlyn. You will find your own way there."
"But…." Kasey started to protest.
"No buts," Tam stated firmly.
"Sammy, you must wander the lands, and even I do not know the places you will explore. You may find shelter with the Tinkers, the Traveling People, or perhaps you will always traipse aimlessly. It will be as the Wheel weaves. Now, say your good-byes, you will leave immediately."
At this, the three young Ajahs could barely contain their surprise and anger. But they knew they must do what they were told.
"There…..there must be something we can make….to remember each other," Egwene whispered.
"Jewels." Kasey made this simple statement, and her eyes smiled with amusement, despite her inner pain.
"Of course," Sammy said, on the verge of tears. She held up her hand and called forth the part of the True Source dedicated to her. Her body was surrounded in a green glow. She sent out three strands of this green magic, and the strands hovered in midair.
Kasey and Egwene did the same, though Egwene swirled her magic around the green strand, and Kasey made jewels of her yellow magic. The strands floated, then suddenly curled around themselves to form identical bracelets.
"I…I added something extra," Kasey said with a wink.
"Really?" Sammy spoke with amusement. "So did I."
"I as well," Egwene spoke beneath lidded eyes.
Tam cleared his throat. The girls all looked at him. They had forgotten he was there. They hugged each other, and with misty eyes said their farewells, promising that they would never forget each other. Misted eyes were all that showed on the outside, but each of the young Ajahs was dying inside. They felt like some part of them had been ripped out.
Four horses headed in opposite directions, leaving the beautiful, peaceful field. Perhaps forever……….
