Disclaimer: Nope. I is rather depressing writing a disclaimer, It just makes you want to b the writer of the series… then I could have you all as slaves… Yay! Urugh. Don't worry; I would try to enslave you all just yet, because it doesn't belong to me. But after I take over the world… who knows?

Hello again. Have run out of coffee and I have decided to update due to sheer boredom. I feel rather guilty again about leaving it for so long but I couldn't' think of how to write what is going to happen now. I seriously hope you enjoy it.

Few new characters, these are lovely people who have reviewed and I decided to add them to the story… so watch out for:

Maewen: Morgan of the Fairies

Intaru: Inthannon

Neela: er… Neela.

so read on monkey… read on. (And then review!)

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Egwenes stride was at almost at a run. Luckily there were no servants around. Her mind was on overdrive, what could she do? Who could she be? Could this be a larger plot than Egwene had ever imagined. Who would want to remove Nynaeve and Elayne? Moghedien. She certainly had reason to want Nynaeve dead, and Elayne and Egwene had helped to hold her captive. If it is Moghedien, only Nynaeve can defeat her. Egwene grimaced, the dark had plots beneath plots, and worse than any Aes Sedai.

Perhaps if she could delay long enough the three candidates for Elayne's Advisor could help. They were due at the palace this evening. And the grey, Neela was as strong as Moiraine was. The other two, Maewen the Blue and Intaru the Green both were well above average. That sort of help could be necessary if it was one of the Forsaken.

Amys was trotting beside her, she had no problems running, and the woman with Elayne was an obvious threat. In her eyes at least. The last woman in the party was Aviendha; her long legs easily matched the shorter women's strides. Egwene was not certain why she had allowed her to come along, but if it were Moghedien… they would need all the help they could get.

The walk to the throne room had taken longer than the Amyrlin had thought possible, hand on each door she threw them open, waiting for an obvious attack. Nothing. Glancing round th room, Egwene surveyed the scene. Dead bodies were spread out across the floor and counting quickly, Elayne frowned. There were 5 naked bodies. Naked?. Amys was the first to speak. "She might have escaped. She might have.." Aviendha sprinted to the body nearest the throne and turned them over.

Moving on to the others, until all lay face up. A maid, two door men and two ladies. Amys gestured the ladies with her foot. "The woman came in with them. And now she has the Queen of Andor." The door behind the throne creaked open and an old woman tottered out. Egwene didn't need Amys's gasp or mutters to know this was the third woman.

Egwene couldn't delay; there was no way to send for the other Aes Sedai. They would be moving into their rooms right now, but if there was a battle, the huge amounts of saidar might attract them. But such a battle would be over quickly; she had to delay for longer. The Amyrlin put on her coldest voice. "Why?"

"Why?" The old woman chuckled. "Why not? They were only dark friends, and the other three servants. Oh, but that isn't what you mean is it? Well Mother. My reasoning is rather simple…" She raised a hand slightly and she changed, no longer an elderly woman she was plump and rather pretty. MOGHEDIEN! Her insides trembled. Has she killed Elayne? "You need not worry. The Trakand girl will be, as will Lews Therin's child. It will be raised high in the shadow, and maybe even lead the chosen on day.." A whimpering behind the door attracted Egwenes attention. Elayne.

"Now, Elayne. Come out and show your friends the present I have given you." She turned back to Egwene with a smile. "It is such a lovely present. Though I believe you will appreciate the irony of it." Elayne's walked, head held high out from behind the door. Her hand traced a tight necklace round her throat, a gaudy gold string of rubies and moonstones. Something Elayne would never chose to wear. Her thoughts quickly arranged themselves and Egwenes eyes flicked to Moghedien wrist. Her bracelet matched.

Moghedien smile had increased with Egwenes gasp. "I see you understand. I suppose it would have been more ironic for you or Nynaeve to wear the necklace. But alas, I need the Trakand girl at the moment. Perhaps later you can try it on." Amys had no idea what was going on and Aviendha looked at least as puzzled.

"Elayne! Attack her with us! Four against on, it is not honourable but it must be done." Aviendha's outburst had just made Moghedien laugh, "It would not be four against one, Aiel. But three against two, do you truly think you could beat us?" Moghedien began to weave a gateway. "Don't follow us mother. I fear where we go, you would find a less than healthy reception for the Amyrlin seat.

Egwene and the Aiel women watched as the Forsaken wove her gateway. Egwene called out as Elayne was about to pass through. "Stay strong Elayne. Light! Stay strong." Moghedien laughed all the harder and it was still echoing as the gate way shut.

Aviendha frowned. "She has left no residue. My first-sister is lost!" Aviendha fell to her knees and cursed enough to make Amys blush. It was a long time before Aviendha spoke again. "Where is her warder? Where is Birgitte?"

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Thom twisted the knife through his hands. It has the right balance at least. Birgitte was currently being fondled by the ugly owner of the shop, and Thom was wondering how he would get the mans attention, short of prising them apart, when Birgitte turned nodded toward Thom, and he distinctly heard the words not now Darrin. Raising an eyebrow towards Birgitte he passed the knife to the man. "I shall buy this one, and it's pair." Handing over the silver coins he can a glint of blue of one of the shields on the wall.

A woman had entered the shop; covered head to toe is a blue cloak. Her hands raised her faced Birgitte and the shopkeeper who where back in heir furious embrace. Fire flew from her fingers, racing up Birgitte's back and round over the Darrin. Their screams lasted seconds before the silence. The blast of air after the fire had knocked her hood off. Moiraine.

She turned to him, eyes full of sorrow. "She made me Thom, she made me. I can't stop her. She made me…" Her voice trailed off, the fire now stretched over the counter and onto some papers. And together they stood in the middle of it, the fire ravaging the walls. "Run Thom, run before I kill you. If you threaten my life I will have to. Better for you to do it when it is safer. For you Thom. Run, the fire spreads." With that she fled from the shop.

Thom quickly traversed the cabinets of swords and knives, and soon he too was out side, watching with the gathering crowd. Light, he could hardly comprehend Birgitte's death, Elayne must be feeling the effects right now. And Moiraine had told him to kill her. When it was safer! For him! Why didn't I do it when she turned her back on me? Why do I still think I can save her? Why?

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Moiraine watched the fire swell from a side street across the road. She could see Thom back from her position. Why did I ask him to kill me when it was safer? And why didn't he do it when I turned my back? Light! Maybe he thinks I can still be rescued. I am further into the shadow than is possible to come out again.

Moiraine Damodred was not a woman who expected to be disobeyed. I hope he kills me soon. Before I have to do anything else. Before I have to do anything worse.

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