"Prologue" may not be the right word for this, but, hey, it sounds better than "Before Thingie Consisting of a Disclaimer, Warning, and Author's Note Thing." Right? Anyhoodles....
Greetings, my readers. I return to you with a new work of Wheel of Time fanfiction. I hope that you will enjoy this piece. But first, something must be taken care of.
Disclaimer: I will say this once and only once. I don't own Wheel of Time. It belongs to Robert Jordan. I just enjoy using his characters to write the stories that flow from my twisted mind. If I did own Wheel of Time, would I be writing FANfics?
Warning: This work of fiction contains spoilers for the Wheel of Time series. Unless you have read the first nine books, reader discretion is advised. Let me try to put it in plain, simple English that even a Trolloc could understand. Gives away details of books. Don't want to know, don't read. Okay?
Author's Note: Some of you may remember me as Snow Fox. I would like to introduce myself to you now as She Who Walks the Night. If you would like information on Lunara, please check my bio. I would like to thank you for reading my stories. And, since you took the time to read this fic, please take a few extra minutes to review. I like to know what my readers think of my work. And one more thing, since She Who Walks the Night is a long penname, call me Luna. It's easier.
Now then...
Once upon a time, there were a bunch of people. Some were friends, some were friendlier, and some hated each other to the depths of the Pit of Doom itself. And they all went to sea in a sieve.
Okay, no, they didn't. My goddess told me to quit reciting poems and get on with the story. *curtsies to a figure clad in silver moonbeams and shadows* Forgive me, Lunara, Queen of the Night. And now, I am pleased to present to you, "What Dreams May Come."
Greetings, my readers. I return to you with a new work of Wheel of Time fanfiction. I hope that you will enjoy this piece. But first, something must be taken care of.
Disclaimer: I will say this once and only once. I don't own Wheel of Time. It belongs to Robert Jordan. I just enjoy using his characters to write the stories that flow from my twisted mind. If I did own Wheel of Time, would I be writing FANfics?
Warning: This work of fiction contains spoilers for the Wheel of Time series. Unless you have read the first nine books, reader discretion is advised. Let me try to put it in plain, simple English that even a Trolloc could understand. Gives away details of books. Don't want to know, don't read. Okay?
Author's Note: Some of you may remember me as Snow Fox. I would like to introduce myself to you now as She Who Walks the Night. If you would like information on Lunara, please check my bio. I would like to thank you for reading my stories. And, since you took the time to read this fic, please take a few extra minutes to review. I like to know what my readers think of my work. And one more thing, since She Who Walks the Night is a long penname, call me Luna. It's easier.
Now then...
Once upon a time, there were a bunch of people. Some were friends, some were friendlier, and some hated each other to the depths of the Pit of Doom itself. And they all went to sea in a sieve.
Okay, no, they didn't. My goddess told me to quit reciting poems and get on with the story. *curtsies to a figure clad in silver moonbeams and shadows* Forgive me, Lunara, Queen of the Night. And now, I am pleased to present to you, "What Dreams May Come."