Hello, All. This is my first Fanfic I have ever written. Please read and review, comment on my written style. All character's in this chapter are RJ's. I plan on having another chapter after this with original characters and upon the third the story will begin. So yep. :)
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August 24, 2007: Sorry for not updating. I've had a lot of work to do over this summer and now school is starting. I'm going to try to get a chapter up soon (in a week or so), but don't count on it. But I WILL try.
June 26, 2008: sigh. A YEAR later and here I am. Actually, an EXACT year. Interesting. For any fans of this, if any, sorry. I think I've lost what I had since my laptop crashed, but I think with the summer now here I can try to start chapter three and see what I come up with, if anything...
Jan 8, 2008: so. Apparently this did not work out as planned. So here is a TG spin, enjoy
Rand felt it. The bond between himself and Elayne started fading; then it was gone.
"Elayne!" Rand shouted and ran, knowing it was in vain.
"Elayne!" he screamed once more. He couldn't take it. He fell on his knees and wept into the charred land of Shayol Ghul. Hordes of Trollocs ran around him, Myrddraal leading them. There was war all around him. The Seanchan were fighting with the damane, using the Power to kill. Mat was with them somewhere, with Tuon most likely. He looked around and saw countless amounts of people dying. People from all places; all places he conquered. He brought together armies from all those places, full of people eager to fight for the Dragon, and now they were dying.
He thought of Perrin and the Two Rivers folk. He knew Tam, his father, and Abel Cauthon were with Perrin and his Companions. There were Aes Sedai there, too. Along with the Asha'man. All fighting; some Healing those who had fallen.
He got up, using his one good hand to help him. He fought on, hurling lightning, spewing firestorms made of earth and fallen, dead flesh. The stink of it permeated the air. Much of the shrapnel and backlash ripped his already scorched blue shirt; most of the embroidered golden thread was already burnt off.
Out of the corner of his eye, Rand noticed two figures limping toward him. It was Aviendha and Min. They were in pain; he felt it. He ran towards them, warding of Trollocs with his sword and the Power. The sheathes he wore on both sides of him hitting his legs as he ran.
Rand nearly fell again when he saw the two women more clearly. Min was clutching slightly upwards of her left breast with a bloodied hand, still holding onto one of her knives. And protruding over Aviendha's left shoulder was a blade; it looked Trolloc. He was horrorstruck. Both women kissed him, one on each cheek and whispered, "Death comes to everyone. Maybe we will love again, when we are spun out from the pattern," and, "Don't you dare die now, Sheepherder," into each ear. They both fell onto the ground as Rand was fumbling to make a Healing weave.
He was empty. He cried at being empty; at the loss of those he loved. Cadsuane taught him that, how to feel again, that is. He let out a chuckle.
Cadsuane, she interfered with his life just as much as Moiraine had. That sadness was soon gone, though; replaced by rage and anger at those who destroyed what he had left of a life. He ran on, balefire shooting from his palm, removing everything; anything to rid the stain of the Leafblighter from the world.
Then he saw him. A man wearing black clothes and cloak, with boots akin, but worked with silver.
"Betrayer!" Rand shouted. Moridin turned to face him; the saa blurring in his eyes; making a nearly solid black bar.
"Lews Therin, again we meet. Ah. I see a different madness taken with you this time. How amusing," he mocked.
"I told you not long ago that you would die your final death at my hand and the Great Lord of the Dark shall kill the Serpent," he said with an infallible tone of voice.
"Now is that time, so DIE!" he shouted as balefire shot from his palms.
"I will not die, not yet, Betrayer," Rand said, diving out of the way of the balefire. Feeling trapped and not knowing what else to do, Rand shot balefire right back at Moridin. The beams of balefire met. One warding off two. Rand's head rang; he fell to his knees, but never slipping the weave.
"Betrayer, it is long past you were killed. For good," Rand said as he stood back up.
"Do you think you can actually kill me?" He took a look at Moridin and nearly fell again. Moridin's two beams of balefire were more powerful than Rand's one; and Rand knew Saidin could not fight the True Power for long, Power from the Dark One himself. The balefire was so close to him now. For a split-second he thought back to Emond's Field, before everything changed. He was betrothed to Egwene, all things considered, and would have lived a fine, normal life.
"Egwene," Rand thought, "Are you still alive…?" The bars were getting closer to his face. He remembered when she taught him the weave for cuendillar.
"It's an old weave, Rand; useful, too. Just in case you ever need it." The bars could not have been more than five feet away. As in a gaze, Rand worked his single weave of balefire. Rand started sweating.
"I have to do something…"
"There is nothing you can do, Kinslayer," Moridin laughed. Rand hadn't realized he had spoken out loud. The bars could not have been more than three feet away now. Rand started working the weave more, hardly paying attention to what he was doing. Adding more Earth here, less Air there; shift the threads of Fire…His single beam of balefire started glowing; looking like it wanted to explode; to go anywhere but straight forward. Rand started sweating more profusely than before.
The bars of Moridin's balefire were no more than two feet away from Rand's face. He threaded more Fire there, and twisted the Water with it…
"Invert the weave now," Rand thought. Rand's cuts and open wounds started burning with the sweat that ran through them. The glowing balefire imploded upon itself; what was left was nothing ever seen before. A single bar made of black bands the color of shadows, in it, veins of the purist white. It consumed the balefire being made by Moridin; the more it took, the faster the bar shot toward Moridin himself.
"It's over, Betrayer!" Rand shouted. His balefire followed straight to where Moridin's heart would be, as if on an invisible path, and when it hit him, it surrounded him completely and burnt him out of the Pattern. All Rand heard then were the words
"He will destroy you to your very soul, Kinslayer!" The words faded away from a mouth that would never be heard again.
Right then, the landscape changed. The Shadow's armies were all of a sudden back further in the blight; the Seanchan, Aes Sedai, Asha'man; the armies of Illian, Andor, and Cairhein, and all the borderlands were fighting stronger, their numbers larger.
Simultaneously with the changes in the fighting, lightning struck where the Betrayer of Hope formerly stood; clouds whirled above. What could have been rain if it were not so black started falling from the sky. All being drawn to the spot where Moridin had stood. Winds rose. Gale forces that seemed to be coming from everywhere.
Rand stood in perplexity. Then he understood. The seventh and final unfound seal of the Dark One's prison had just been consumed by balefire; Leafblighter was free.