The Eye of the Moon
A Sailor Moon/Wheel of Time crossover
Chapter 4
By Rocker Starlight
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: Wheel of Time was created by Robert Jordan
Sailor Moon was created by Naoko Takeuchi
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Andrew looked at Naru walk by the window of the Crown Arcade. She took a moment to look up at him and he saw that her eyes were red from crying. She had been that way ever since the bombs went off at the Cherry Hill temple. He felt the same way to. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to think that they were dead. Whenever he thought about it, an odd nagging feeling crawled over him, as if a small part of his mind keep telling him that everything was all right, that this was the way things were supposed to happen. He dismissed all this and went back to mopping the floor.
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Sevanna looked over the few hundred algai'd'siswai she had at her dispossel and frowned. That would not be enough to face an army of any size, even a wetlander one. She would have had more if not for Cadder's tricks. Those cubes he had given them had been faulty and now the Shaido Aiel were spread out across the wetlands, perfect targets for wetlander armys. She would dress him in gai'shain white for this transgression. No, she thought to herself, it would da'stang black.
But now was not the time for these thoughts. Banishing form her head, she began to consider the options open to her. It was seemingly impossible to try and find the rest of the Shiado, not knowing where they were themselves. She looked over those who had followed her through the first portal. A few hundred spears, families, craftsmen, the Wise Ones, and a single Aes Sedai. Not a force she would throw at an army, but big enough for raids. It seemed that was her only choice. As long as they survived, it was a good choice.
"So many choices to make, wouldn't you agree, Sevanna?" Sevanna spun around, automatically grabbing her knife from its case. Standing behind her was a wetlander man, who looked fairly average, except for the fact that his eyes were glazed over. He continued to talk. "Before you attack this body, know that it is only a messenger and you would do well to listen to its message. Your forces are broken and scattered to the winds. You need a strong ally more then ever." Sevanna did not like those words. No doubt that whoever sent this message was that "strong ally" who simply wanted to squeeze the Shiado for all they were worth, then betray them, as Cadder did. The man kept talking. "I offer this advice. Ally yourself with Al'thor. He already believes that being ta'veren means that the world will fall down at his feet. Play on that to gain his trust. And that oath rod you have in your possion might intrest him. Besides, I believe you already have your own plans for him." With that, the man doubled over, blood spewwing out of his mouth.
Sevanna looked at the corpse and smiled. She had been so concerned with how to rebuild from Cadder's betrayl, she had forgotten the lessions she had learned on how to gain and hold power. Unconciously, she undid another button on her blouse. Al'thor would be hers. By any means nessicery, Al'thor would be hers. And he might just have the stamina to please her.
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The watcher sat silently, hidden behind the fancloth. The Aiel woman, Sevanna, walked back to her camp. He smiled to himself, despite the pain. Small or large, increases in chaos were soon to come.
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Usagi awoke to find herself in a backalley. Next to her was Mamoru, lying unconcious. "I see your finally awake." Turning around, she saw Setsuna standing over them. "Setsuna, what happened?" The elder senshi grimaced. "For the first time, I'm just as confused as you. It would seem that we're not on Earth any more." Setsuna tossed her a dress. " You better put this on if we want to keep a low profile." It was at that time Usagi noticed was wearing something similar. "Where can I go change?" Setsuna waved towards one of the darker corners of the ally. Usagi's face turned beet red. "You're not serious, are you?" Setsuna just nodded. Usagi still was all that sure about it. "Are you sure that's the only place to change? Really sure? Absolutely?" Setsuna gave an uncharictoristic laugh. "If it makes feel any better, I'll turn my back, and sure no one peeps." Mumbling something inconprehesable, Usagi krept into the shadows.
When she had finished dressing, Mamoru was finally coming around. After Setsuna convinced him into a different outfit as well, then decided the best thing to do was to get out of the city in hopes of lowering the chance of getting involved in anything that wasn't their business. Setsuna made them both agree to let her do all the talking.
As they walked down what seemed to be the main street, Usagi noticed that just about everybody was moving out of their way. At first, see just thought that it was that they were just being polite, but it would've been reassuring if she knew English. There was one word that kept popping up from the crowd around them. She wished she knew what an "Aes Sedai" was. Mamoru was obviously disturbed by what they were saying, but Setsuna didn't even seem to notice. In fact, Setsuna seemed perfectly calm fo someone who didn't know what was happening. Almost as if she was in her element, as if all this was just some triviality to her.
As they continued forward, Usagi noticed that there seemed to be people moving out of the way of something in front of them. The people in front of them parted and two men stepped forward. They were both dressed in black military uniforms and had pins of both a sword and a dragon on their collars. One was in his early twenties, while the other one was fairly old with a limp. The young one grimaced, but the old one gave them a warm smile. He bagan to converse with Setsuna in English. She leaned over to Mamoru. "What are they talking about?" Mamoru whispered back to her. "He appearently thinks Setsuna is something called an Aes Sedai. The're some sort of police force for someone who calls himself the Lord Dragon. They want us to come to palace. From the sound of it, I think they may be arresting us."
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Rand stiffled a yawn as the clerk read off the list of problems that were currently plaguen Illian. It seemed that Sammeal didn't really care to maintain the the kingdom, and now it was his responsibility to clean up the mess. It was not as if he wasn't used to these kind of things by now. He went through the exact process with Andor, Tear, and Cairhain. That didn't make it any less boring, though. Stealing a glance at the council of nine, he smiled to see that two or three of them were also dozing off.
"There is still some conflict over the Plains of Maredo. Since you took over the throne of the Golden Bees, both Tearins and Illiners feel that they are intitled to the Plains. It appears to be nothing more then raids back and forth, but it could excalat at any moment. Patrols have reported that Aiel have also appeared across the Plain. They seem to be of the Shiado clan." Rhuarc's face hardened at this. "And, finally, an army has invaded Altara and Amadicia. They call themselves the Seanchan."
Rand sighed. So it was finally time. The Seanchan had returned and it was now his responsibility to push them back. He knew this day had to come sometime, everyone knew it had to come some time. And this time, they didn't have to Horn of Valere.
Standing up, he turned towards those in attendance. "Gentlemen, the day many of us have been expecting has come. These Seanchan believe that all land from the Aryth Ocean to the Spine of the World is theirs by birthright. It is our duty to convince them otherwise. This, unfortionatly, means war. War such as never seen before be anyone living. Despite current world coditions, these means that we all must put aside our anger towards one another and focus on the immediate threat. We will accept any allies, be them whitecloak, shiado, or deserters from the Seanchan. But we can not start this without approvel of the council, the high lords, and the clan chiefs. A concentious shall be held tomorrow at noon."
Rand walked out of the audience camber, followed by the usual procession of Asha'man, maidins, and nobles. He turned to a clerk on his right. "Send out messages to the other nations. Even if they won't be allies, they should know about the Seanchan." The clerk scuried away, probaly thankful to be away from the Dragon Reborn. Bashere cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is that a wise choice, My Lord Dragon? They haven't even voted on entering the war yet." Rand sighed. "They're only voting for Tear, Illian, and the Aiel Nation. Andor and Cairhain will enter the war reguardless." Faint memories of people who entered the War of Power to late and were crushed by the shadow drifted up, but they weren't his. Your real, aren't you? Tell me your real, Lews Therin. Tell me I'm not mad yet! There was no reply. Lews Therin Telamon had not spoken ever since Cadsuane arrived.
Up ahead, he saw the familiar form of Asha'man Darshiva. The man walked strait up to him, reguardless of rank, and spoke. "I must talk to you in private." He motioned to one of the private dinning rooms. Rand nodded, then turned to his encourage. "If you will excuse me, I have some private matters to discuss." The nobles tried to follow him in, but were stopped by the maidens.
Once inside the dinning room, Rand let out a deep breath. "Now, Darshiva, what is so important that you had to talk to me in private?" He took a seat at the table and motioned to Darshiva to do the same. The Asha'man stayed standing. "Flinn and Telvar found an Aes Sedai walking in the plaza today." Rand rubbed the bridge of his nose. There was a time when he would have been startled by ths fact, but now something like that seemed commonplace to him.
Rand gave him a skeptical look. "You wanted to talk to me about this? Unless there are twelve others in the city, I find it hard to care." Darshiva chuckled. "Oh, it gets much better. She had red eyes and green hair." Rand's eyebrows picked up. This was interesting. "Continue." Darshiva handed him three skeches. One was obviously of the Aes Sedai. The others were of a man about his age and a young girl with the strangest hair style he ever saw. "The young man seems normal enough, but knows nothing of Aes Sedai or the one power. The girl is a bigger mystery. She is ether crying her eyes out or babbling in tongues."
Rand nodded. "This was worth it, Darshiva. I apologize." Now, what to do about them? "Test the boy and the girl. I want to talk to this Aes Sedai myself. Bring her here." Darshiva knuckled his forehead and walked out of the room. Rand leaned back and looked at the skeches. This would be worth some investigation.
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Colin looked at the young girl sleeping in the back of their wagon. The odd outfit they had found her wearing had somehow been replaced with something similar, albeit a bit more decent.
Picking up the food he had come for, he walked back to the fire. Falon tried to keep the blaze small. The last thing they need in this awful weather was more heat, despite the fact that it was supposed to be winter. The weather had been this way ever since Rand Al'thor proclaimed himself. Some said he was creating the weather as a way to subjacate to world. Others said that it was the Dark One trying to touch the world. Still others said that it was the Creator, punishing mankind. Colin didn't know which one to believe, but he didn't like the sound of any of them.
Falon was idly staring into the flames when Colin returned. He silently took his dry meat, cheese, and bread and ate without a word. When the meal was done, Falon finally spoke. "What do you suppose she was doing out in the woods? Think she was abandoned?" Colin shooked his head. "Maybe she's a runaway from the White Tower. I heard it happens enough, though few ever get this far away."
Falon gave his brother a quizical look. "You think she's Aes Sedai trained? I've never seen an Aes Sedai with a skirt that short or a glowing symbol on her forehead." Colin couldn't help snikkering. "You've never seen a real Aes Sedai before, either. For all both of us know, they could be ten feet tall with flames shooting out of their mouths."
"Too true, too true. I guess we won't really know until she wakes up." Gazing back at the cart, Falon seemed to be lost in thought. Colin idly stoked the kindling. "We should drop her off at the next town we come to. Check the map, would you?" Falon nodded, then reached inside his bag, pulling out the map they had been following their entire trip. "Doesn't seem to be another town or city until Caemlyn. Better I suppose. If we can't find her a way home there, we can't find it anywhere."
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Dedicated Roland sifted his stance once more. He had been standing there entirely too long for his standards. Was his foot asleep? He couldn't tell due to the fact that his theigh was asleep. Trying to keep his mind off of his attrifining body parts, he spectively gazed around the room.
Ten dedicated, five Asha'man, the cousin of the Queen of Saldaea, and one of the more influencial Aiel clan chiefs, all here so the Dragon Reborn can impress one Aes Sedai. There was some logic to it. Aes Sedai expected kings to kneel before, and so needed a lot to be impress, but there was such a thing as overkill.
The Aes Sedai practically glided into the room. She took one look at those in attendence and gave a curt nod. "Such a small group. I'm insulted." This time, however, the laws of overkill held no sway over this room.
Without waiting for even acknowledgment, she took the seat opposite the Al'thor. "I assume this is important." Al'Thor mearly shrugged. "It was I who felt insulted that you would come to Illian and not give its new king a visit. So I felt the need to get introduced." The Aes Sedai nodded, understanding fully. "Of course. I am Setsuna Meiou, Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah. I simply came down to Illian looking for those who can channel." Al'Thor gave Setsuna an impressed stare. "I find it amazing that Salidar had the resources to still do that. Last I heard, they were preparing for war with the Tower. Well, I suppose even an army of Aes Sedai needs new recruits."
Setsuna gave a sigh. "You can stop playing games with me, Al'Thor. Poorly played games I might add. No Aes Sedai would miss something that big, even when she was traveling. And next time, try using a city that hasn't been abandoned." Al'Thor laughed out loud. In fact, most in the room laughed with him. Setsuna "Sedai" looked as though she had fallen into a trap. "Then do not try to lie to me. Even most isolated village knows that the Tower is broken. Now, tell us who really are."
Setsuna gave a deep sigh of frustration. "You must trust me when I say I can't tell you. It is not, or will it ever be, your concern." Al'Thor used a flow of air to lift a jug of punch and two cups over to the table. "Humor me. Please."
Setsuna stood up. "No." Some how, she had gotten hold of some strange wand.
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Mamoru paced up and down his room. It was lavish enough, but it would take a complete idiot not to figure out that they were prisnors here. Usagi sat in on the bed, eating the food they had given them for lunch.
He was in his fifty-third lap of the room when a loud explotion rocked the building. It was followed by a second, then a third, and finally a fourth, which destroyed the rooms wall. Standing there was Sailor Pluto. She thrust her hand foreward, offering it to them. Both he and Usagi grabbed it, expecting to be teleported. Instead, Pluto checked behind her. He looked over her shoulder, just in time to see a giant ball of fire inches away from them. Then there was a flash of light, pain, and finally darkness.
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High Lady Suroth gazed out of her window at the courtyard of the Fortress of Light. It was coming. She could feel in her bones. The message in her hand only confirmed it. One of the signs had been fulfilled. The return was coming. And it was coming at the worst possible time.
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E-mail:RockerStarlight@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Wheel of Time was created by Robert Jordan
Sailor Moon was created by Naoko Takeuchi
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Andrew looked at Naru walk by the window of the Crown Arcade. She took a moment to look up at him and he saw that her eyes were red from crying. She had been that way ever since the bombs went off at the Cherry Hill temple. He felt the same way to. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to think that they were dead. Whenever he thought about it, an odd nagging feeling crawled over him, as if a small part of his mind keep telling him that everything was all right, that this was the way things were supposed to happen. He dismissed all this and went back to mopping the floor.
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Sevanna looked over the few hundred algai'd'siswai she had at her dispossel and frowned. That would not be enough to face an army of any size, even a wetlander one. She would have had more if not for Cadder's tricks. Those cubes he had given them had been faulty and now the Shaido Aiel were spread out across the wetlands, perfect targets for wetlander armys. She would dress him in gai'shain white for this transgression. No, she thought to herself, it would da'stang black.
But now was not the time for these thoughts. Banishing form her head, she began to consider the options open to her. It was seemingly impossible to try and find the rest of the Shiado, not knowing where they were themselves. She looked over those who had followed her through the first portal. A few hundred spears, families, craftsmen, the Wise Ones, and a single Aes Sedai. Not a force she would throw at an army, but big enough for raids. It seemed that was her only choice. As long as they survived, it was a good choice.
"So many choices to make, wouldn't you agree, Sevanna?" Sevanna spun around, automatically grabbing her knife from its case. Standing behind her was a wetlander man, who looked fairly average, except for the fact that his eyes were glazed over. He continued to talk. "Before you attack this body, know that it is only a messenger and you would do well to listen to its message. Your forces are broken and scattered to the winds. You need a strong ally more then ever." Sevanna did not like those words. No doubt that whoever sent this message was that "strong ally" who simply wanted to squeeze the Shiado for all they were worth, then betray them, as Cadder did. The man kept talking. "I offer this advice. Ally yourself with Al'thor. He already believes that being ta'veren means that the world will fall down at his feet. Play on that to gain his trust. And that oath rod you have in your possion might intrest him. Besides, I believe you already have your own plans for him." With that, the man doubled over, blood spewwing out of his mouth.
Sevanna looked at the corpse and smiled. She had been so concerned with how to rebuild from Cadder's betrayl, she had forgotten the lessions she had learned on how to gain and hold power. Unconciously, she undid another button on her blouse. Al'thor would be hers. By any means nessicery, Al'thor would be hers. And he might just have the stamina to please her.
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The watcher sat silently, hidden behind the fancloth. The Aiel woman, Sevanna, walked back to her camp. He smiled to himself, despite the pain. Small or large, increases in chaos were soon to come.
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Usagi awoke to find herself in a backalley. Next to her was Mamoru, lying unconcious. "I see your finally awake." Turning around, she saw Setsuna standing over them. "Setsuna, what happened?" The elder senshi grimaced. "For the first time, I'm just as confused as you. It would seem that we're not on Earth any more." Setsuna tossed her a dress. " You better put this on if we want to keep a low profile." It was at that time Usagi noticed was wearing something similar. "Where can I go change?" Setsuna waved towards one of the darker corners of the ally. Usagi's face turned beet red. "You're not serious, are you?" Setsuna just nodded. Usagi still was all that sure about it. "Are you sure that's the only place to change? Really sure? Absolutely?" Setsuna gave an uncharictoristic laugh. "If it makes feel any better, I'll turn my back, and sure no one peeps." Mumbling something inconprehesable, Usagi krept into the shadows.
When she had finished dressing, Mamoru was finally coming around. After Setsuna convinced him into a different outfit as well, then decided the best thing to do was to get out of the city in hopes of lowering the chance of getting involved in anything that wasn't their business. Setsuna made them both agree to let her do all the talking.
As they walked down what seemed to be the main street, Usagi noticed that just about everybody was moving out of their way. At first, see just thought that it was that they were just being polite, but it would've been reassuring if she knew English. There was one word that kept popping up from the crowd around them. She wished she knew what an "Aes Sedai" was. Mamoru was obviously disturbed by what they were saying, but Setsuna didn't even seem to notice. In fact, Setsuna seemed perfectly calm fo someone who didn't know what was happening. Almost as if she was in her element, as if all this was just some triviality to her.
As they continued forward, Usagi noticed that there seemed to be people moving out of the way of something in front of them. The people in front of them parted and two men stepped forward. They were both dressed in black military uniforms and had pins of both a sword and a dragon on their collars. One was in his early twenties, while the other one was fairly old with a limp. The young one grimaced, but the old one gave them a warm smile. He bagan to converse with Setsuna in English. She leaned over to Mamoru. "What are they talking about?" Mamoru whispered back to her. "He appearently thinks Setsuna is something called an Aes Sedai. The're some sort of police force for someone who calls himself the Lord Dragon. They want us to come to palace. From the sound of it, I think they may be arresting us."
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Rand stiffled a yawn as the clerk read off the list of problems that were currently plaguen Illian. It seemed that Sammeal didn't really care to maintain the the kingdom, and now it was his responsibility to clean up the mess. It was not as if he wasn't used to these kind of things by now. He went through the exact process with Andor, Tear, and Cairhain. That didn't make it any less boring, though. Stealing a glance at the council of nine, he smiled to see that two or three of them were also dozing off.
"There is still some conflict over the Plains of Maredo. Since you took over the throne of the Golden Bees, both Tearins and Illiners feel that they are intitled to the Plains. It appears to be nothing more then raids back and forth, but it could excalat at any moment. Patrols have reported that Aiel have also appeared across the Plain. They seem to be of the Shiado clan." Rhuarc's face hardened at this. "And, finally, an army has invaded Altara and Amadicia. They call themselves the Seanchan."
Rand sighed. So it was finally time. The Seanchan had returned and it was now his responsibility to push them back. He knew this day had to come sometime, everyone knew it had to come some time. And this time, they didn't have to Horn of Valere.
Standing up, he turned towards those in attendance. "Gentlemen, the day many of us have been expecting has come. These Seanchan believe that all land from the Aryth Ocean to the Spine of the World is theirs by birthright. It is our duty to convince them otherwise. This, unfortionatly, means war. War such as never seen before be anyone living. Despite current world coditions, these means that we all must put aside our anger towards one another and focus on the immediate threat. We will accept any allies, be them whitecloak, shiado, or deserters from the Seanchan. But we can not start this without approvel of the council, the high lords, and the clan chiefs. A concentious shall be held tomorrow at noon."
Rand walked out of the audience camber, followed by the usual procession of Asha'man, maidins, and nobles. He turned to a clerk on his right. "Send out messages to the other nations. Even if they won't be allies, they should know about the Seanchan." The clerk scuried away, probaly thankful to be away from the Dragon Reborn. Bashere cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is that a wise choice, My Lord Dragon? They haven't even voted on entering the war yet." Rand sighed. "They're only voting for Tear, Illian, and the Aiel Nation. Andor and Cairhain will enter the war reguardless." Faint memories of people who entered the War of Power to late and were crushed by the shadow drifted up, but they weren't his. Your real, aren't you? Tell me your real, Lews Therin. Tell me I'm not mad yet! There was no reply. Lews Therin Telamon had not spoken ever since Cadsuane arrived.
Up ahead, he saw the familiar form of Asha'man Darshiva. The man walked strait up to him, reguardless of rank, and spoke. "I must talk to you in private." He motioned to one of the private dinning rooms. Rand nodded, then turned to his encourage. "If you will excuse me, I have some private matters to discuss." The nobles tried to follow him in, but were stopped by the maidens.
Once inside the dinning room, Rand let out a deep breath. "Now, Darshiva, what is so important that you had to talk to me in private?" He took a seat at the table and motioned to Darshiva to do the same. The Asha'man stayed standing. "Flinn and Telvar found an Aes Sedai walking in the plaza today." Rand rubbed the bridge of his nose. There was a time when he would have been startled by ths fact, but now something like that seemed commonplace to him.
Rand gave him a skeptical look. "You wanted to talk to me about this? Unless there are twelve others in the city, I find it hard to care." Darshiva chuckled. "Oh, it gets much better. She had red eyes and green hair." Rand's eyebrows picked up. This was interesting. "Continue." Darshiva handed him three skeches. One was obviously of the Aes Sedai. The others were of a man about his age and a young girl with the strangest hair style he ever saw. "The young man seems normal enough, but knows nothing of Aes Sedai or the one power. The girl is a bigger mystery. She is ether crying her eyes out or babbling in tongues."
Rand nodded. "This was worth it, Darshiva. I apologize." Now, what to do about them? "Test the boy and the girl. I want to talk to this Aes Sedai myself. Bring her here." Darshiva knuckled his forehead and walked out of the room. Rand leaned back and looked at the skeches. This would be worth some investigation.
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Colin looked at the young girl sleeping in the back of their wagon. The odd outfit they had found her wearing had somehow been replaced with something similar, albeit a bit more decent.
Picking up the food he had come for, he walked back to the fire. Falon tried to keep the blaze small. The last thing they need in this awful weather was more heat, despite the fact that it was supposed to be winter. The weather had been this way ever since Rand Al'thor proclaimed himself. Some said he was creating the weather as a way to subjacate to world. Others said that it was the Dark One trying to touch the world. Still others said that it was the Creator, punishing mankind. Colin didn't know which one to believe, but he didn't like the sound of any of them.
Falon was idly staring into the flames when Colin returned. He silently took his dry meat, cheese, and bread and ate without a word. When the meal was done, Falon finally spoke. "What do you suppose she was doing out in the woods? Think she was abandoned?" Colin shooked his head. "Maybe she's a runaway from the White Tower. I heard it happens enough, though few ever get this far away."
Falon gave his brother a quizical look. "You think she's Aes Sedai trained? I've never seen an Aes Sedai with a skirt that short or a glowing symbol on her forehead." Colin couldn't help snikkering. "You've never seen a real Aes Sedai before, either. For all both of us know, they could be ten feet tall with flames shooting out of their mouths."
"Too true, too true. I guess we won't really know until she wakes up." Gazing back at the cart, Falon seemed to be lost in thought. Colin idly stoked the kindling. "We should drop her off at the next town we come to. Check the map, would you?" Falon nodded, then reached inside his bag, pulling out the map they had been following their entire trip. "Doesn't seem to be another town or city until Caemlyn. Better I suppose. If we can't find her a way home there, we can't find it anywhere."
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Dedicated Roland sifted his stance once more. He had been standing there entirely too long for his standards. Was his foot asleep? He couldn't tell due to the fact that his theigh was asleep. Trying to keep his mind off of his attrifining body parts, he spectively gazed around the room.
Ten dedicated, five Asha'man, the cousin of the Queen of Saldaea, and one of the more influencial Aiel clan chiefs, all here so the Dragon Reborn can impress one Aes Sedai. There was some logic to it. Aes Sedai expected kings to kneel before, and so needed a lot to be impress, but there was such a thing as overkill.
The Aes Sedai practically glided into the room. She took one look at those in attendence and gave a curt nod. "Such a small group. I'm insulted." This time, however, the laws of overkill held no sway over this room.
Without waiting for even acknowledgment, she took the seat opposite the Al'thor. "I assume this is important." Al'Thor mearly shrugged. "It was I who felt insulted that you would come to Illian and not give its new king a visit. So I felt the need to get introduced." The Aes Sedai nodded, understanding fully. "Of course. I am Setsuna Meiou, Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah. I simply came down to Illian looking for those who can channel." Al'Thor gave Setsuna an impressed stare. "I find it amazing that Salidar had the resources to still do that. Last I heard, they were preparing for war with the Tower. Well, I suppose even an army of Aes Sedai needs new recruits."
Setsuna gave a sigh. "You can stop playing games with me, Al'Thor. Poorly played games I might add. No Aes Sedai would miss something that big, even when she was traveling. And next time, try using a city that hasn't been abandoned." Al'Thor laughed out loud. In fact, most in the room laughed with him. Setsuna "Sedai" looked as though she had fallen into a trap. "Then do not try to lie to me. Even most isolated village knows that the Tower is broken. Now, tell us who really are."
Setsuna gave a deep sigh of frustration. "You must trust me when I say I can't tell you. It is not, or will it ever be, your concern." Al'Thor used a flow of air to lift a jug of punch and two cups over to the table. "Humor me. Please."
Setsuna stood up. "No." Some how, she had gotten hold of some strange wand.
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Mamoru paced up and down his room. It was lavish enough, but it would take a complete idiot not to figure out that they were prisnors here. Usagi sat in on the bed, eating the food they had given them for lunch.
He was in his fifty-third lap of the room when a loud explotion rocked the building. It was followed by a second, then a third, and finally a fourth, which destroyed the rooms wall. Standing there was Sailor Pluto. She thrust her hand foreward, offering it to them. Both he and Usagi grabbed it, expecting to be teleported. Instead, Pluto checked behind her. He looked over her shoulder, just in time to see a giant ball of fire inches away from them. Then there was a flash of light, pain, and finally darkness.
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High Lady Suroth gazed out of her window at the courtyard of the Fortress of Light. It was coming. She could feel in her bones. The message in her hand only confirmed it. One of the signs had been fulfilled. The return was coming. And it was coming at the worst possible time.
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