A rift in time
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Perrin looked about wildly as the wolves around him slowly gave way to the overpowering might of the Dark hounds. The men he brought with him were all gone, unable to withstand the power of the trollocs, but if he was able to hang on a little longer he might by time for Rand to win. He saw something in the left corner of his eye, and was barely able to whip around with his hammer raised to block a vicious swing by Luc, who he had come to know as Slayer. He blocked yet another slash but tripped over corpse of a wolf. He closed his eyes as he saw Slayer's blade come down, but the blow never came. He opened his eyes and saw that his worst fear had come true. His wife Faile, who had forced him into letting her come, had thrown herself upon the sword, Perrin's cry of anguish could be heard throughout the battle.
Mat desperately swung again and again each blow throwing down yet another Trolloc, but it was hopeless. Despite his strategy, the Band and the Seachan were overwhelmed by pure numbers. The circle that surrounded him was decreased in size yet again as the Shadow pressed in on them. "I gave you all the time I could Rand, will you do something with it?" He whispered, before throwing himself on the enemy in a last desperate stand, the dice spinning wildly in his head.
Rand looked despairingly upon the field. He was utterly exhausted, and Moridin still stood, and he was not even the worst of Rand's problems. It was obvious that Rand would not be able to defeat the Dark One as he was. The outcome might have been different had it not been for Taim's betrayal. The Aes Sedai and Ash'man were able to eventually take care of him and those who followed him, but not before losing a large part of their number. It all went downhill from there, starting with Min's death, followed by Elayne's and Aviendha's. He cursed himself for letting them come along, but they would not be budged, idly he realized that it was those who followed the light's own fault for letting this come to pass. How many warriors died in the wars before this, who could have turned the tide?
If only he had more time and knew what he had to do earlier. He could have moved in secret, there were many things he could have done, but that was over and done with, or was it? Not quite knowing what he was doing, acting our of fear, grief and desperation he wove spirit, air, fire, water, and earth to make some sort of portal. It was traveling but not quite, he did not know what it did, it was almost as if Lews Therin had taken over. He seemed to float to it, and weaves of air took Perrin and Mat with him. They went into the portal, and everyone else winked out of existence.
They awoke in the street of a bustling city, with nothing but the clothes on their backs, and weapons inn their hands. "Where are we?" asked Mat groggily shaking his head to rid himself of the dizziness that came from landing upon the ground. "I think that I can answer that," answered Rand amazed at what had happened "we are in Caemlyn, two years from when we previously where.
"Blood and Bloody ashes!" was Mat's only response.