Disclaimer: I know I should leave Mary Sue's to the LotR fandom, but I couldn't control it! The Dark One made me! Okay, so Jenny did, but that doesn't matter! Jenny, Dark One, same bloody thing. Literally. Her name isn't Morwen for nothing (meaning Dark Maiden, a LotR reference). I don't own WoT, and that's probably a good thing. Min would be dead, and Rand and Egwene having fun. *sniffles* Also, I haven't read the entire series, only the first 3 books and some of the fourth. Give me a break, I started two weeks ago. :-P Besides, it's easier to write AU is you aren't 100% sure what's coming up next.

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Prologue

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          "You must go my son. You can walk between the worlds of tel'aran'rhiod."

          Art Therin looked into his mother's worried eyes and knew Death's face. Dragon, some called his father. But those men had never met Ilenya. No beauty, even hers, could hide her seemingly unlimitless power, her determined walk. Not a woman to mess with, a rule even his father abided by.

          "But I do not understand…. I can not understand."

          "Just know this child," she said, fastening a chain around his neck. "You must find another land in the Unseen World. Go to it, and seek a new life. Worlds that may have been are never as peaceful or beautiful as what you will leave behind, but you must," her voice softened, and he thought he saw a glint of tears in her eyes. "There will again be time for you to return, I promise. Await the sign."

          She kissed his cheek and stepped back. One step, and she seemed to have melted into the shadows. "You have made us proud. Now I must see to the fate of the others. Perhaps they will join you."

           She turned to leave, but stopped when he called.

          "Wait! Just tell me this. Am I your son truly? I do not mean to doubt you mother, but ages do not lie, nor the years that pass by."

          Her mouth pursed in disdain. "I have raised you as my own, but you are not blood. Am I your mother?"

          "Then who? The rumors cannot be true. Not…not the Daughter of the Night…"

          "Go!"

          Art shuddered at the force in her voice, a command he would follow even if he did not want to, and closed his eyes. "Good bye, dearest mother. You have not failed me, and you never shall."

          Art slipped into tel'aran'rhiod, searching for a new world. The last thing he heard was a scream. The Dragon had come.