Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story or the wheel of time. Robert Jordan owns it all. I wish I did though.
Prologue
Demadred walked calmly down to the Pit of Doom where the remaining forsaken waited. A meeting had been called by his master, the Great Lord of the Dark. Everyone of the surviving forsaken felt their Lord's presence and heard him speak.
"The Two Rivers is venerable, attack it or do whatever it takes to bring Rand al'Thor/Lews Therin Telamon to his knees." All the forsaken felt this run through their minds.
"Moridin shall command to as he wishes. You are dismissed." With his charge hanging heavy over his head, Demadred walked up from the Pit of Doom.
He silently cursed the Great Lord, "I was so close to completing my plans and now I have to recalculate." As realization spread across his face Demadred began plotting the downfall of Lews Therin Telamon.
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