The mother of the Dragon Reborn.
The Wheel of Time.
In Ice
It was a cold evening, when a maiden lay curled up on the slops of a large man made mountain. Her name was Shaiel, a young woman, and
the run away queen of Andor. She lay in her skirt, and her little vest that was her Aiel fighting cloths. Snow clung to her frozen golden hair,
and snowflakes caked on her eyelashes. Cradled in her arms was her son. She pressed the newborn to her chest, giving him the last bit of her
warmth.
She sighed.
"My son," It was hard to talk; the cold was freezing her thoughts. "Not another one. first my Galad.. Forgive your mother for leaving you
alone. I love you Galad." She looked down at her first son's stepbrother. "Will you ever meet your brother? A nameless brother, who will die
in my arms with me?" She spoke to her son, Galad.
Who wasn't here to witness her death.
She looked deeply into the eyes of her second son, his red face, turning blue from all the cold. Yet his gray eyes shined out in the pale
surroundings. "Janduin...you have Janduin's eyes." A sob escaped her throat.
Will I ever see him again?
No.
The answer came hard, and harshly.
She closed her eyes, not able to open them again.
Janduin.Galad.. And now Lews.
Where had she gotten that name?
But it seemed to suit the baby in her arms.
What does it matter? We will die together in ice. Alone.
She felt her self get lost, all thought erased from her mind, when at last, no warmth remained, and her heart beat was nothing but a whisper.
At a distance, she heard voices."
"A child!" Came a cry.
"Tam! Bring me the child! Is the mother alive?"
There was dead silence.
"Yes." Came a voice, too far to be barely heard.
Then sobbing.
Wait! She tried to call, I am here! I'm not dead!
Or am I?
Care for my son, dear farmer.
He is different from the other children in this world! This mountain I lay upon shook at the first breath of this child. Give him my love.
I've known he was different when he lay right under my heart but now.
Here I lay, in the mist of death in ice..
In Ice
It was a cold evening, when a maiden lay curled up on the slops of a large man made mountain. Her name was Shaiel, a young woman, and
the run away queen of Andor. She lay in her skirt, and her little vest that was her Aiel fighting cloths. Snow clung to her frozen golden hair,
and snowflakes caked on her eyelashes. Cradled in her arms was her son. She pressed the newborn to her chest, giving him the last bit of her
warmth.
She sighed.
"My son," It was hard to talk; the cold was freezing her thoughts. "Not another one. first my Galad.. Forgive your mother for leaving you
alone. I love you Galad." She looked down at her first son's stepbrother. "Will you ever meet your brother? A nameless brother, who will die
in my arms with me?" She spoke to her son, Galad.
Who wasn't here to witness her death.
She looked deeply into the eyes of her second son, his red face, turning blue from all the cold. Yet his gray eyes shined out in the pale
surroundings. "Janduin...you have Janduin's eyes." A sob escaped her throat.
Will I ever see him again?
No.
The answer came hard, and harshly.
She closed her eyes, not able to open them again.
Janduin.Galad.. And now Lews.
Where had she gotten that name?
But it seemed to suit the baby in her arms.
What does it matter? We will die together in ice. Alone.
She felt her self get lost, all thought erased from her mind, when at last, no warmth remained, and her heart beat was nothing but a whisper.
At a distance, she heard voices."
"A child!" Came a cry.
"Tam! Bring me the child! Is the mother alive?"
There was dead silence.
"Yes." Came a voice, too far to be barely heard.
Then sobbing.
Wait! She tried to call, I am here! I'm not dead!
Or am I?
Care for my son, dear farmer.
He is different from the other children in this world! This mountain I lay upon shook at the first breath of this child. Give him my love.
I've known he was different when he lay right under my heart but now.
Here I lay, in the mist of death in ice..