I do not own or claim the works of Robert Jordan as my own.
This story is my own creation, telling of the events at the beginning of The Conquest, when Luthair Paendrag Mondwin and his armies conquered the continent of Seanchan in FY992.
Thank you for reading my first Fan Fic. Please let me know your thoughts. This is a work in progress.
Fighting The Conquest, Fighting the Pattern
Prologue
Luthair Paendrag Mondwin, son of the High King Artur Hawkwing, stood beneath his banner as it flapped against the sea breeze near the front of his large flagship, the Deyenieye. It was a very majestic ship, befitting it's name. Upon the banner, in gold upon a field of blue, flew the hawk clutching lightning bolts, the crest of Luthair's father. Smoke rose before the ship, upon the island Luthair stared at with such focus.
"Only small pockets of fighting remain, my lord." Spoke one of Luthair's officers, a short but muscular man. His head had been shaved, and the helmet he bore under one arm matched the other overlapping plates of metal covering his body. A line of similarly dressed men and women waited behind the prince, watching the battle unfold. "Casualties were few. These men were not soldiers, and could never have anticipated us."
"Good." Luthair replied, his eyes not leaving land. After the months spent at sea, it was good to see it once more. His voice radiated an air of command, a sense of cool composure. "Have the ships resupply, and leave behind a double garrison with the colonists." Already several transports laden with citizens bobbed their way towards the island's wooden docks. Those had been meticulously spared from flame.
"I will not allow disorder to corrupt our first colony." Luthair continued. "It shall be an important shelter and supply point as we further our conquest."
"Yes, my lord." The officer replied, giving a neat salute before turning away, ready to relay the orders. The prince shifted his gaze upon the island once more. They would wait here a short time, and then proceed to the mainland, to conquer the kingdoms there. Behind him, stretching out to the left and right, his armada waited. Over two thousand ships stuffed with over three hundred thousand men, women, and children, untainted by the One Power, waited with a barely suppressed excitement. The invasion had begun.