Hi Everyone!
This is another WoT fic! It's very weird, and it would be very unlikely to happen, in fact, it would never happen except in my own twisted imagination ;). but I thought it was cool, so I'm writing about it J . This takes place around the end of the seventh book, beginning of the eighth. Although I am the only one that wrote this story, I put my friend Kasey in as Moghedien (aka The Spider), and myself in as Egwene. I am Samantha or Sammy in this story. Flame all you want. Enjoy!
The Chosen's Failure
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Proposition
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YOU HAVE ALL FAILED ME. MY CHOSEN WERE TO BE THE STRONGEST. YOU LET THOSE WHO WOULD OPPOSE ME WIN. YOU MUST BE PUNISHED. FOR ETERNITY.
Even hearing those words of condemnment from the Great Lord did not stop the feeling of ecstasy filling Grendael's body. The sweet feeling of joy gave life more meaning, even more so than the One Power. Perhaps even more than the True Power. At the same time the life was pouring into her, shaking her from head to foot, Grendael felt as if she might burst from the pain. None of this showed on her face of course. She was scared, yes, but no matter what confinement the Great Lord damned her to, she would find a way back into his good graces. Then maybe she would rise above even the Great Morridin. The name into her head with every scrap of sarcasm she could manage. The man couldn't even channel saidin! She would not name him Nae'blis, never.
At the sudden silence, Grendael snapped back to reality. I musn't let my thoughts wander, she thought with contempt. Studying the faces of the other Chosen, she nearly scowled at the sight of Kasey. The Spider always worked from the shadows. Everyone thought that Kasey worked from the shadows because she was cunning, but truth be told, Kasey was a coward who only showed her face when the time was right and the odds were in her favor. The Spider had a grimace on her face and was sobbing, no, shrieking for forgiveness. Pleading on her knees! The woman was a pathetic milksop!
Grendael was distracted as Shaidar Haran entered. She curtseyed slightly with a nod of her head, but that was all that was required of her. She was the only one besides Mesaana and Samael wise enough to realize kneeling to the lead Myrdraal, the Hand of the Shadow, would give them great leeway with him. The others of the Chosen, who's left of the Chosen, she corrected herself wryly, had their faces pressed to the floor. The news he had for them could not have been more shocking than Kasey given the bravery award.
"You are to be given the deepest...shame..." the Myrdraal twisted his mouth wryly at the word, then quickly recovered. Strange. Shaidar Haran never slipped. There was a first time for everything. "This shame entails that you will be given into the... custody... of one who..." There it was! The sun must have turned green and the moon and stars bright pink. "One who walks in the Light." Kasey wailed even louder and even Grendael could not stop an astonished gasp. "She is an...Aes Sedai...one with the rebels. Their Amyrlin Seat." Shaidar Haran cleared his throat. Coughed! This time his voice was quite sardonic, Grendael noted. "Samantha Aes Sedai, Watcher of the Seals, The Flame of Tar Valon, the Amyrlin Seat. She is a girl of age 18." This time, The Spider Fainted, Mesaana paled, Samael's eyes glazed over, and Grendael let out a shriek of her own. "The Great Lord will call her now. She is not...required...to join the Shadow. We will give her no explanation, only leave you all in her custody, in a place only she can Travel to. She has no instructions, so really the witch can do what she wants with you." Grendael nearly sighed in relief. What could a witch, one who walked in the Light, a girl, possibly do to them? She wouldn't know the first thing. Why, she'd probably have them running her errands.
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Gathering his belongings, Samael wished he could have been there when the girl Samantha Sedai, Green Ajah apparently, was summoned. The look on her face would have been priceless. He thought of ways to get into the witch's good graces. Perhaps she would be pretty, even beautiful. Perhaps even funny, with a musical laugh, a quality he admired in women. He could ask Semirhage to Heal the scar the turned the corner of his mouth up into a sneer. Even Grendael herself said he would be fit for one of her pets if he did not have the scar. His body was rock hard muscle, unlike Demandred's, a quality women adored in him. He could think of many ways to enter Samantha's good graces. Perhaps this would not be so bad after all.
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Semirhage put her last dress into her bag and Traveled to the place where Shaidar Haran would be waiting to take them to their destination. She calmed herself and tried to see where she could get the upper hand with Samantha. She was the best Healer of all the Chosen, perhaps in all the world. Those services would certainly be something to offer. Then again, she was Green Ajah. Perhaps she would not be so interested in Healing after all. Semirhage contemplated the situation. A smile slowly came to her thin red lips.
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Kasey was terrified out of her mind. Two of the Mother's, she had come to think of her that way, friends, Nynaeve and Elayne, had captured her and put an a'dam around her neck. The other Chosen would likely be thinking of ways to charm, or even harm, the Mother, because she walked in the Light. Kasey knew differently. The Mother tolerated almost nothing. The Spider nearly fainted again.
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Sammy watched the Forsaken behind the wall made of the Power. They could not see her, but she could see them. None of them looked meek in the least, except perhaps Kasey, but she looked more terrified than any other emotion. She sized them up, expressionless, aware of Morridin at her side. Demandred, one of only two males, did not look very strong, nor did he look to be of any use. In truth, he looked like a rat, eager to please. Sammy knew it was all an act. He would be kissing her feet and licking her boots. Literally. Samael on the other hand, looked quite strong. He would make a fine chair for her to sit on. The women, aside from Kasey of course, would look pretty with a fine, silvery collar on. Courtesy Elane, of course. Sammy might even be lucky and have a matching bracelet. There was one she did not recognize though. Standing this close to them, she could sense that this woman was more powerful than perhaps even Grendael. She turned to Morridin, who handed her two cour'souvra, mind traps. She smiled a thin-lipped smile as she put them around her neck. "The first belongs to Kasey," spoke Morridin, "and the second belongs to Cyndane." So that was her name. Cyndane. Her power would not go to waste. Sammy seized the True Power, that the Dark One had surprisingly permitted her the use of, and made the cour'souvra unbreakable. She then stroked them. Cyndane and Kasey gasped, feeling icy cold iron-clad fingers in their mind. It was quite pleasing, actually, but Sammy refused to smile in front of their Nae'blis. The very thought disgusted her. She turned back to the Forsaken, and then she could not help herself. She smiled evily. The...Chosen...would soon regret the day they were born. They would serve her. It was all she could do not to burst into the laughter of a madwoman. But she was not mad. Oh, not that.
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Morridin handed Samantha the mindtraps without expression, but inside he was positively fuming. How dare the Great Lord give control of the Chosen to the witch. Anger was white hot inside him, brighter than balefire. He nearly seized the True Power, but the girl would surely notice. She gave her nod of dismissal. She nodded to dismiss him, as if he wasn't Nae'blis, the most powerful who walked in the shadows next to the Great Lord himself, and she nodded! Fuming did his emotions no justice.
Hi!
Hope you enjoyed J . Next chapters will have her "breaking" them!
*Sammy-Jo*
