Chapter 1 - Battle of the Brothers
written by She Who Walks the Night
Our story begins in Tel'aran'rhiod. Or, rather, the place between the waking world and the World of Dreams. Egwene al'Vere flitted through the darkness like a balloon losing helium, trying to flee from Gawyn Trakand's dream. No matter how swiftly she fled, the pinpoint of light that was Gawyn's dream came closer and closer. Running was futile. Egwene came to a halt, letting Gawyn's dream take her.
The city of Tar Valon loomed behind Egwene, the tall White Tower brushing the clouds. To her great surprise, she found that she wore the Amyrlin's striped stole. Elayne Trakand, complete with a green-fringed shawl and the Rose Crown, stood rigidly next to her, staring at something so hard Egwene wasn't sure Elayne even saw what she was looking at. However, she followed Elayne's blue gaze and was horrified by what she saw.
Gawyn, First Prince of the Sword of Andor, fought his own half-brother, Galad Damodred, who was dressed in a white cloak, the golden sun on it standing out brightly. Both men moved with fluid, deadly, Warder-like grace, locked in an intense sword fight. Egwene knew that one of them would not survive.
"You'll never have Egwene, and I'll never let you harm Elayne!" Gawyn snarled, hacking at Galad with his sword.
Metal rang against metal as Galad easily blocked the blow with his own blade. "They are both Tar Valon witches, sworn Darkfriends. They must be brought to the Light," he answered, his voice deathly calm.
"Not all Aes Sedai are Darkfriends, you Light-blinded fool," Gawyn growled.
Gawyn's sword was a metallic blur as he slashed viciously at Galad. Egwene screamed as Galad crumpled to the ground. Elayne remained unmoving, but Egwene ran forward.
She dropped to her knees next to him and cradled his head in her hands. "Galad..." she started. Tears came to her eyes as she watched the bloodstain on Galad's snowy-white cloak grow larger and larger. She looked down into his dimming brown eyes.
Galad reached out, taking Egwene's hand. "I'm sorry, Egwene," he whispered weakly. "I love..." The swiftly-fading light in his eyes dimmed and went out. The cold clutches of death silenced him, and the handsome young man so many girls and woman had almost swooned for would never move again.
Before Egwene could react, the dream faded away, returning her to the place between the waking world and Tel'aran'rhiod. Shaken, she let herself drift, studying the sparkling pinpoints of light, scattered and numerous as fireflies on a warm night. Before long, she found another dream to peak into. This could be quite interesting....
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Whose dream did Egwene find? I'm looking for ideas, so please review and tell me what you think! After all, what is an author who doesn't welcome opinions and constructive criticism or praise for a story? Ya know, on second thought, don't answer that question....
written by She Who Walks the Night
Our story begins in Tel'aran'rhiod. Or, rather, the place between the waking world and the World of Dreams. Egwene al'Vere flitted through the darkness like a balloon losing helium, trying to flee from Gawyn Trakand's dream. No matter how swiftly she fled, the pinpoint of light that was Gawyn's dream came closer and closer. Running was futile. Egwene came to a halt, letting Gawyn's dream take her.
The city of Tar Valon loomed behind Egwene, the tall White Tower brushing the clouds. To her great surprise, she found that she wore the Amyrlin's striped stole. Elayne Trakand, complete with a green-fringed shawl and the Rose Crown, stood rigidly next to her, staring at something so hard Egwene wasn't sure Elayne even saw what she was looking at. However, she followed Elayne's blue gaze and was horrified by what she saw.
Gawyn, First Prince of the Sword of Andor, fought his own half-brother, Galad Damodred, who was dressed in a white cloak, the golden sun on it standing out brightly. Both men moved with fluid, deadly, Warder-like grace, locked in an intense sword fight. Egwene knew that one of them would not survive.
"You'll never have Egwene, and I'll never let you harm Elayne!" Gawyn snarled, hacking at Galad with his sword.
Metal rang against metal as Galad easily blocked the blow with his own blade. "They are both Tar Valon witches, sworn Darkfriends. They must be brought to the Light," he answered, his voice deathly calm.
"Not all Aes Sedai are Darkfriends, you Light-blinded fool," Gawyn growled.
Gawyn's sword was a metallic blur as he slashed viciously at Galad. Egwene screamed as Galad crumpled to the ground. Elayne remained unmoving, but Egwene ran forward.
She dropped to her knees next to him and cradled his head in her hands. "Galad..." she started. Tears came to her eyes as she watched the bloodstain on Galad's snowy-white cloak grow larger and larger. She looked down into his dimming brown eyes.
Galad reached out, taking Egwene's hand. "I'm sorry, Egwene," he whispered weakly. "I love..." The swiftly-fading light in his eyes dimmed and went out. The cold clutches of death silenced him, and the handsome young man so many girls and woman had almost swooned for would never move again.
Before Egwene could react, the dream faded away, returning her to the place between the waking world and Tel'aran'rhiod. Shaken, she let herself drift, studying the sparkling pinpoints of light, scattered and numerous as fireflies on a warm night. Before long, she found another dream to peak into. This could be quite interesting....
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Whose dream did Egwene find? I'm looking for ideas, so please review and tell me what you think! After all, what is an author who doesn't welcome opinions and constructive criticism or praise for a story? Ya know, on second thought, don't answer that question....