The moonlight dapples the field, in iridescent silver, cloaking the world in its quiet beauty. Anders breathed it in, as one would breathe in air. Except this did not simply sustain his life, but give him power. Power like this could not be imagined by others, by those too blind to take it for themselves.
The tall grass sways gently in the cool night breeze, made into a pale imitation of its daylight self. Physically showing a gentle swaying of his fingers, an unnecessary gesture but helpful in the working of Air. He gentles…no, he caresses the breeze, changes the motion of the grass in front of him just so. This small, benign use of the Power is simply entertaining, a way to stretch a metaphorical muscle.
Soon, a grin breaks Anders' stubbled face, the ecstasy of the power flowing through him too much not to rejoice in. He can barely stand it.
Yet he could not imagine life without it.
He opens his eyes wide, stares at the starry night sky, sees those beautiful, unreachable balls of light and fire. He wonders how the Creator could have managed that…if he could ever manage that.
Blasphemous thoughts aside, he stretches out his right hand, weaves flows of Earth, and the ground a short distance away rumbles, cracks and starts rising up in a heap of dirt.
Sometimes purposeless sport was fun, a good way of getting one prepared for more complex tasks to come.
But oh, there were indeed more important and more difficult tasks to accomplish before the moon set this night.
A self-taught Asha'man, Anders revelled in stretching the uses of his power to the very limits, finding new weaves, new techniques, as well as daring more offensive weaves that were too fearsome to be used by most others.
Where the rest of the world had given all of its allegiance to science, technology and research focused solely in these areas, Anders knew they were limited in their scope.
Only the One Power was limitless, no bounds, and within it, contained endless possibilities.
Reshaping the world, or reality itself, or even creating a new reality, feats impossible in other areas, could be accomplish with Saidin, the male half of the One Power.
The others simply couldn't see what was truly possible. Or perhaps they were too afraid. Able to spin weaves at a young age, with a potential matching possibly the Dragon himself, Anders suspected the truth was far more mundane. All other Aes Sedai, supposedly servants to those around them, were lazy, happy in their ways and not looking for change.
That is why Anders adopted the Age forgotten title of Asha'man. He was not Aes Sedai, would not insult himself with such a name.
He was a true warrior, a soldier, fighting forward, ever onward towards the unknown.
A return to the Age of Legends was, of course, inevitable. The Dragon defeated the Shadow and his minions, the world welcomed marvels left and right with the One Power, was left to stagnate. Change swept the lands. However the supposed happiness and paradise that should come about with an Age such as this were not in effect.
Inside his large weave, preventing sound waves and camouflaged to show only an empty field, Anders began a weave that would begin the reshaping of the world, more than even the Dark One Himself could ever have achieved.