Nineverah is going to be the femnaru in this wheel of time crossover. Basically she's going to remember snippets of her previous life to get by. She was taken in by Bran al'Vere, the mayor of the Two Rivers, after she and Rand were found as babies in the Aiel waste. She's going to have the abilities of an Aes Sedai, surpassing those of Nynaeve after she has been trained. She doesn't have Kyuubi and I've got an idea on what to do about its absence; so, onward with the story.

Nineverah did not know what it was that made the village council, as well as Nynaeve, who was the village Wisdom enter her home in such a ditzy. She had immediately run up to the top floor in order to eavesdrop on the conversation between the peddler, Padan Fain, and the council.

"Nineverah," The voice of Master al'Vere rocketed up the stairs.

"Yes, father?" Nineverah responded apprehensively. She had an inkling of an idea that he had seen her rush up the stairs. She walked down and stood shyly in front of the scrutinizing look of Cenn Buie.

"Would you wait outside please girl? The council and Master Fain have some serious business to talk about." Nineverah nodded before pulling her golden braid of hair over her shoulder to rest over her bosom and walked out.

Before she walked out, she heard Nynaeve whisper conspiratorially to her father. "Bran al'Vere, your daughter has some great potential to become a Wisdom so does her younger sister Egwene."

"Nynaeve now is not the time. I realize you've been training Egwene but if Nineverah has not volunteered, it means she doesn't want to be Wisdom. Now, can we move on to the more important things?"

Nineverah shut the door to see the Gleeman, Thom Merrilin, juggling a number of balls. She walked up to hear his words.

"How Goodwife Karil Cured Her Husband of Snoring. King Darith and the fall of the House of-" The flow of words from his mouth immediately stopped as he snatched the balls from the air. Nineverah noticed Rand al'Thor who she knew had a fancy for her sister, Egwene, who was currently standing amidst the crowd. Nineverah was older than her sister by a winter, meaning that Rand was older than her by a winter. She saw Matrim Cauthon, the village troublemaker, alongside Perrin Aybara the blacksmith's apprentice.

Nineverah followed Thom's eyes and was slightly surprised to see Moiraine standing in the crowd. Thom stood for a moment before bowing after making his balls disappear with his multicolored cloak. "Pardon me; you are not of this district?"

Ewin, the young boy which followed Mat, Perrin and Rand whispered hurriedly to Thom. "That's the Lady Moiraine."

Thom blinked then bowed deeper. "Forgive me, ah, Lady. I meant no disrespect." Nineverah noticed the atmosphere begin to wind down so she decided to make her leave. She nodded to Egwene before heading into the Westwood. There was always something about being surrounded by nature which calmed her. Ever since she was a young child she caught glimpses of fantastic feats in her dreams and she always tried to replicate them. She was able to, to some extent but all she could was to run fast for long distances and move quickly among the trees. With her talents she had been able to head to the Mountains of Mist and return rather quickly. Her father often looked disapprovingly at her.

Walking around the trees, she felt the nape of her neck prickle. She turned to see a raven in a tree gazing disconcertingly at her. She picked up and threw a stone as hard as she could, but it simply flew away. Turning to head home, because she was some distance from it, she saw a figure in a black cloak. What scared her about this person was that a hood effectively shadowed his entire face and the wind which blew didn't even move his cloak. A horse stood nearby. Nineverah assumed it to be his. She backed away slowly and cursed when her brown woolen cloak caught at a branch.

The figure began to move forward, except that he didn't have a gait. He appeared to glide across the ground.

Nineverah felt fear grip her and she couldn't move. When she saw the cruel smile on his lips, she shook herself out of her reverie and pulled at her cloak and began to run. She turned to see the figure moving effortlessly through the trees and he was covering ground quickly. Nineverah became desperate and quickly climbed a tree before leaping away through the canopies. She watched the rider stand there as still as a statue before she lost sight of him.

Nineverah slid down one of the larger trees of the Westwood and she waved as Rand and his father, Tam, departed with their mare to their farm. Tam gave her a knowing nod with amusement in his eyes before turning and striking conversation with his son.

She looked back into the forest and felt a chill as the shadows of the evening sun lengthened. She returned to the inn. Nineverah saw Egwene give her a strange look, but she just shook her head and returned to her room. She noticed her mother and father had still not returned. She assumed that they had gone to lend a helping hand in the preparations of Bel Tine.

Nineverah noticed Moiraine in the hallway giving her a piercing gaze before she returned calmly to her room. Nineverah closed her door and attempted to calm her still racing heart. She was never one to believe in stories, but what she had seen was eerily similar to that of the Myrddral, one of the Dark One's minions.

Nineverah scolded herself for barking at shadows and got undressed before slipping into her cot and falling asleep with the unfriendly night.