Here is another story. This time it's about the Chosen. *cough cough* I mean, the Forsaken. Okay, um, I going to go play with my Darkhound. Did I say Darkhound? I meant... um... Dog. Um, yeah, that's what I meant....
Disclaimer: Yes, I know, I said that I wouldn't write anymore disclaimers, but I have to for this story. You know by now that I don't own anything from WoT (or I should hope you know). And all the things mentioned in this story that are from the Harry Potter books (the Acromantulas, the "sticks," the Quick-Quotes Quill, Hagrid, the "bushy-haired girl," and the "boy with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead") belong to J.K. Rowling. I think we're all set now.
Okay, I done talking for now, so here's Chapter 5!
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Chapter 5 - Bickering and Balefire
written by She Who Walks the Night
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In an unknown room inside an unknown building at an unknown location, Moridin and Cyndane are in the middle of arguing.
"I haven't played checkers in Ages! I didn't know he was that stupid!" Moridin tries to defend himself against Cyndane's fury.
"You haven't played checkers in three thousand years and you still beat him! You were supposed to kill him! You weren't supposed to play games with him!" Cyndane screams at him.
"Moridin, Cyndane, shut up! I'm getting a headache!" Aran'gar complains, rubbing his/her/its temples delicately.
Cyndane sneers at him/her/it. "Oh, shut up, Haliiiima!" She draws out the other Forsaken's pseudonym in a mocking, sing-songy voice, taunting him/her/it.
"Don't call me that!" Aran'gar screams at her. "My name is Baltha-- erm, Aran'gar!" Yeah, so, he/she/it temporarily forgot about his/her/its new form.
***
A/N: What's with the "his/her/its" and the "he/she/it" things whenever I refer to Aran'gar? Well, um, personally, I believe that Aran'gar is the reincarnate of Balthamel. And, if this is true, Aran'gar is a guy stuck in a woman's body. So, would Aran'gar be a he, a she, or an it? I have no idea.
Oh, and I think Osan'gar is/was Aginor. He's dead--AGAIN--so, yeah.
I think that just about every WoT fan thinks that Moridin is Ishamael, Cyndane is Lanfear, Osan'gar is/was Aginor, and Aran'gar is Balthamel. Trying to decide who Demandred is diguised as, now that's a completely different story. I don't think HE even knows who he's charading around as.
Okay, I'm getting off topic, so back to the story.
***
"Haaaaaaaaliiiiiiiiiiiiimaaaaaaaaaaa!" Cyndane repeats, even more drawn out and sing-songy.
Aran'gar is getting just a teeny-tiny wee bit P.O.'d at Cyndane. Then he/she/it comes up with an idea. "Can I get an Acromantula in here?" he/she/it asks. He/she/it then pauses for a moment. "Oops, wrong story. Oh well, it's not like I care. Moghedian!" he/she/it calls out.
Moghedian enters, carrying an Acromantula with flows of Air. "Do you know how hard it was getting this giant spider away from that Hagrid guy?" she complains. "And that boy with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead almost killed me, and the bushy-haired girl was as good with that stick as we are with the One Power!"
Aran'gar yawns boredly and accepts the massive arachnid.
Cyndane rolls her eyes. "Quit whining, Moghedian, and come here," she commands.
Moghedian goes to where Cyndane is sitting. "Yes, Lanf--Cyndane?"
Cyndane gives Moghedian a dangerous look, then says, "I want an Acromantula, too. And a Darkhound and a gholam."
"WHAT?!" Moghedian screeches. She sighs. "Okay, be right back."
Aran'gar pokes his/her/its Acromantula with flows of Fire, trying to anger. Rather stupid in my opinions, but what can I do? I just write this thing.
The Acromantula clicks its fangs. "Quit that!"
"Shut up!" Aran'gar snaps at it.
"Make me!" the spider retorts.
"Fine! I will!" Aran'gar throws a big fireball at the Acromantula.
And, accordingly, the Acromantula explodes, throwing giant spider guts all over the place.
So everyone gets giant spider guts all over them. "EWWWW!!!" everyone yells.
"HA!" Cyndane laughs. "You killed the Acromantula! Now you can't use it to kill me! Ha ha!"
Aran'gar says some really bad words in the Old Tongue.
Moghedian returns, leading a Darkhound, another Acromantula, and a gholam. "Here!" she says to Cyndane. "That was the last errand I'm running to..." She looks around the room, taking in the spider guts all over everything and everyone. "..day," she finishes. A second later, she explodes, "What in the Pit of Doom is going on in here?!"
Everyone swiftly uses saidar or saidin or the True Power, respectively, to wipe of the Acromantula guts. "Nothing!" they chorus.
"And where is the Acromantula?" Moghedian asks.
"Aran'gar blasted him with Fire!" Moridin says brightly.
"Moridin!" Aran'gar yells at him. "Being partially insane doesn't mean you have to be stupid!"
Cyndane laughs softly.
Moghedian's tone is dangerous as she asks, "Is that true, Aran'gar?"
Moridin realizes what he did. "Don't hurt her, Moghedian!" he warns.
***
A/N: *shrugs* I guess at least Moridin thinks Aran'gar is a she.
***
"Is someone soft on Aran'gar, Betrayer of Hope?" Moghedian taunts softly. She starts laughing evilly. "You know you don't hurt spiders around me."
Aran'gar knows what's coming. "Uh-oh."
And that was the last thing Aran'gar ever said as Moghedian blasts her with balefire. "That will avenge my poor Acromantula."
"NOOOO!!! ARAN'GAR!!!" Moridin wails. He starts crying.
Cyndane sneers at Moghedian. "It won't bring the Acromantula back, Moghedian."
"So, Mierin?" Moghedian asks innocently.
Cyndane screams in fury. "Don't ever call me that! I am the Daughter of the Night!"
"No, you are Last Chance!" Moghedian retorts. "Hahaha!"
"Grr...."
Graendal enters. "Hi, everyone," she says cheerily. "What happened in here?"
"Aran'gar destroyed an Acromantula, and Moghedian got mad and balefired her," Cyndane summarizes.
"Oh, okay." Graendal sits down, drinking out of her favorite cuendillar goblet.
"Ya know, I think I'll sic the gholam on you, Spider!" Cyndane says to Moghedian.
"Uh, uh, uh, not so fast," Moghedian says as though she were talking to a four-year-old. "Gholam, you know what to do."
The gholam nods and attacks Cyndane.
Cyndane weaves a quick gateway, and the gholam ends up falling through it. The gateway closes behind it.
"What the... How did you... WHAT?!" Moghedian says, oh so articulately.
Cyndane laughs. "I dropped it out in the middle of the Aryth Ocean. It won't be bothering anyone else since I don't think gholam can swim."
"Grr...."
"If this keeps up, I'm leaving," Graendal declares. "Moridin, can I use the True Power?"
"No."
"And why not?"
"Because I said so."
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm Naeblis. Ha!" Moridin boasts.
Graendal says something bad in the Old Tongue.
"Now that wasn't necessary!" Moridin scolds.
"I know," Graendal says casually. Then she grins evilly. "And neither is this!" And what do know, she balefires him.
"Yay!" Cyndane and Moghedian cheer in unison.
"Why are you cheering?" Graendal asks them.
"Because you balefired Moridin!" Cyndane says happily.
"That means we're free! No more giving him foot massages!" Moghedian whoops.
"No, it doesn't," Graendal says.
"HUH?"
"You see, Moridin wanted me to be his servant like you two, but I convinced him I would be useful otherwise. He decided to give me control of the cour'souvra if anything happened to him," she explains. "And..." She grins evilly.
Cyndane and Moghedian's eyes widen in fear. Then the Dark One comes in. "What happened in here?" he asks.
Graendal shrugs. "I came in here not that long ago. I sneaked into another world the other day and stole something called a Quick-Quotes Quill from an annoying woman who wrote news for people who did things with sticks almost like what we do with the Power, except they wave the sticks around and say funny words. They didn't know I planted it in here. It wrote down everything that happened."
Heartfang goes to where the quill is writing on the parchment and starts reading.
"Uh-oh," Moghedian says.
"Oh no," Cyndane says.
Leafblighter finishes reading, then starts giggling. "Now, that's funny! Graendal, you're the new Nae'blis."
"Yay!" Graendal cheers.
"I'm going to play tiddlywinks with the Creator," Sightblinder says, "so you girls play nice. Bye!" With that, he leaves.
Graendal grins at Moghedian and Cyndane the way a cat would grin at a couple of mice.
"She wouldn't, would she?" Moghedian asks.
"She would," Cyndane answers.
"Start running?"
"Yeah."
"Now?"
"Now."
Cyndane and Moghedian run from the room screaming. Graendal chases after them, throwing balefire at them and laughing demonically.
The Darkhound and the Acromantula watch the fleeing women.
"Dark, they're stupid," the Darkhound comments.
The Acromantula clicks its fang thingies in agreement. "Yeah."
"Let's go chase wolves!" the Darkhound suggests.
"Okay!"
The Darkhound and the Acromantula walk out a different door. The Acromantula falls straight down into the fiery lake and becomes a crispy critter.
The Darkhound watches for a moment, head tilted to one side. "Oops, wrong door. Oh well."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The Darkhound pulls out a pager and looks at the message. "Yeah! We get to hunt down some Aes Sedai! Woo hoo!" This time it leaves through the right door.
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That probably wasn't my best story, but oh well. I'll sic the Darkhound and the crispy Acromantula on you if you don't review. Tootles.
Disclaimer: Yes, I know, I said that I wouldn't write anymore disclaimers, but I have to for this story. You know by now that I don't own anything from WoT (or I should hope you know). And all the things mentioned in this story that are from the Harry Potter books (the Acromantulas, the "sticks," the Quick-Quotes Quill, Hagrid, the "bushy-haired girl," and the "boy with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead") belong to J.K. Rowling. I think we're all set now.
Okay, I done talking for now, so here's Chapter 5!
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Chapter 5 - Bickering and Balefire
written by She Who Walks the Night
*~*~*~*
In an unknown room inside an unknown building at an unknown location, Moridin and Cyndane are in the middle of arguing.
"I haven't played checkers in Ages! I didn't know he was that stupid!" Moridin tries to defend himself against Cyndane's fury.
"You haven't played checkers in three thousand years and you still beat him! You were supposed to kill him! You weren't supposed to play games with him!" Cyndane screams at him.
"Moridin, Cyndane, shut up! I'm getting a headache!" Aran'gar complains, rubbing his/her/its temples delicately.
Cyndane sneers at him/her/it. "Oh, shut up, Haliiiima!" She draws out the other Forsaken's pseudonym in a mocking, sing-songy voice, taunting him/her/it.
"Don't call me that!" Aran'gar screams at her. "My name is Baltha-- erm, Aran'gar!" Yeah, so, he/she/it temporarily forgot about his/her/its new form.
***
A/N: What's with the "his/her/its" and the "he/she/it" things whenever I refer to Aran'gar? Well, um, personally, I believe that Aran'gar is the reincarnate of Balthamel. And, if this is true, Aran'gar is a guy stuck in a woman's body. So, would Aran'gar be a he, a she, or an it? I have no idea.
Oh, and I think Osan'gar is/was Aginor. He's dead--AGAIN--so, yeah.
I think that just about every WoT fan thinks that Moridin is Ishamael, Cyndane is Lanfear, Osan'gar is/was Aginor, and Aran'gar is Balthamel. Trying to decide who Demandred is diguised as, now that's a completely different story. I don't think HE even knows who he's charading around as.
Okay, I'm getting off topic, so back to the story.
***
"Haaaaaaaaliiiiiiiiiiiiimaaaaaaaaaaa!" Cyndane repeats, even more drawn out and sing-songy.
Aran'gar is getting just a teeny-tiny wee bit P.O.'d at Cyndane. Then he/she/it comes up with an idea. "Can I get an Acromantula in here?" he/she/it asks. He/she/it then pauses for a moment. "Oops, wrong story. Oh well, it's not like I care. Moghedian!" he/she/it calls out.
Moghedian enters, carrying an Acromantula with flows of Air. "Do you know how hard it was getting this giant spider away from that Hagrid guy?" she complains. "And that boy with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead almost killed me, and the bushy-haired girl was as good with that stick as we are with the One Power!"
Aran'gar yawns boredly and accepts the massive arachnid.
Cyndane rolls her eyes. "Quit whining, Moghedian, and come here," she commands.
Moghedian goes to where Cyndane is sitting. "Yes, Lanf--Cyndane?"
Cyndane gives Moghedian a dangerous look, then says, "I want an Acromantula, too. And a Darkhound and a gholam."
"WHAT?!" Moghedian screeches. She sighs. "Okay, be right back."
Aran'gar pokes his/her/its Acromantula with flows of Fire, trying to anger. Rather stupid in my opinions, but what can I do? I just write this thing.
The Acromantula clicks its fangs. "Quit that!"
"Shut up!" Aran'gar snaps at it.
"Make me!" the spider retorts.
"Fine! I will!" Aran'gar throws a big fireball at the Acromantula.
And, accordingly, the Acromantula explodes, throwing giant spider guts all over the place.
So everyone gets giant spider guts all over them. "EWWWW!!!" everyone yells.
"HA!" Cyndane laughs. "You killed the Acromantula! Now you can't use it to kill me! Ha ha!"
Aran'gar says some really bad words in the Old Tongue.
Moghedian returns, leading a Darkhound, another Acromantula, and a gholam. "Here!" she says to Cyndane. "That was the last errand I'm running to..." She looks around the room, taking in the spider guts all over everything and everyone. "..day," she finishes. A second later, she explodes, "What in the Pit of Doom is going on in here?!"
Everyone swiftly uses saidar or saidin or the True Power, respectively, to wipe of the Acromantula guts. "Nothing!" they chorus.
"And where is the Acromantula?" Moghedian asks.
"Aran'gar blasted him with Fire!" Moridin says brightly.
"Moridin!" Aran'gar yells at him. "Being partially insane doesn't mean you have to be stupid!"
Cyndane laughs softly.
Moghedian's tone is dangerous as she asks, "Is that true, Aran'gar?"
Moridin realizes what he did. "Don't hurt her, Moghedian!" he warns.
***
A/N: *shrugs* I guess at least Moridin thinks Aran'gar is a she.
***
"Is someone soft on Aran'gar, Betrayer of Hope?" Moghedian taunts softly. She starts laughing evilly. "You know you don't hurt spiders around me."
Aran'gar knows what's coming. "Uh-oh."
And that was the last thing Aran'gar ever said as Moghedian blasts her with balefire. "That will avenge my poor Acromantula."
"NOOOO!!! ARAN'GAR!!!" Moridin wails. He starts crying.
Cyndane sneers at Moghedian. "It won't bring the Acromantula back, Moghedian."
"So, Mierin?" Moghedian asks innocently.
Cyndane screams in fury. "Don't ever call me that! I am the Daughter of the Night!"
"No, you are Last Chance!" Moghedian retorts. "Hahaha!"
"Grr...."
Graendal enters. "Hi, everyone," she says cheerily. "What happened in here?"
"Aran'gar destroyed an Acromantula, and Moghedian got mad and balefired her," Cyndane summarizes.
"Oh, okay." Graendal sits down, drinking out of her favorite cuendillar goblet.
"Ya know, I think I'll sic the gholam on you, Spider!" Cyndane says to Moghedian.
"Uh, uh, uh, not so fast," Moghedian says as though she were talking to a four-year-old. "Gholam, you know what to do."
The gholam nods and attacks Cyndane.
Cyndane weaves a quick gateway, and the gholam ends up falling through it. The gateway closes behind it.
"What the... How did you... WHAT?!" Moghedian says, oh so articulately.
Cyndane laughs. "I dropped it out in the middle of the Aryth Ocean. It won't be bothering anyone else since I don't think gholam can swim."
"Grr...."
"If this keeps up, I'm leaving," Graendal declares. "Moridin, can I use the True Power?"
"No."
"And why not?"
"Because I said so."
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm Naeblis. Ha!" Moridin boasts.
Graendal says something bad in the Old Tongue.
"Now that wasn't necessary!" Moridin scolds.
"I know," Graendal says casually. Then she grins evilly. "And neither is this!" And what do know, she balefires him.
"Yay!" Cyndane and Moghedian cheer in unison.
"Why are you cheering?" Graendal asks them.
"Because you balefired Moridin!" Cyndane says happily.
"That means we're free! No more giving him foot massages!" Moghedian whoops.
"No, it doesn't," Graendal says.
"HUH?"
"You see, Moridin wanted me to be his servant like you two, but I convinced him I would be useful otherwise. He decided to give me control of the cour'souvra if anything happened to him," she explains. "And..." She grins evilly.
Cyndane and Moghedian's eyes widen in fear. Then the Dark One comes in. "What happened in here?" he asks.
Graendal shrugs. "I came in here not that long ago. I sneaked into another world the other day and stole something called a Quick-Quotes Quill from an annoying woman who wrote news for people who did things with sticks almost like what we do with the Power, except they wave the sticks around and say funny words. They didn't know I planted it in here. It wrote down everything that happened."
Heartfang goes to where the quill is writing on the parchment and starts reading.
"Uh-oh," Moghedian says.
"Oh no," Cyndane says.
Leafblighter finishes reading, then starts giggling. "Now, that's funny! Graendal, you're the new Nae'blis."
"Yay!" Graendal cheers.
"I'm going to play tiddlywinks with the Creator," Sightblinder says, "so you girls play nice. Bye!" With that, he leaves.
Graendal grins at Moghedian and Cyndane the way a cat would grin at a couple of mice.
"She wouldn't, would she?" Moghedian asks.
"She would," Cyndane answers.
"Start running?"
"Yeah."
"Now?"
"Now."
Cyndane and Moghedian run from the room screaming. Graendal chases after them, throwing balefire at them and laughing demonically.
The Darkhound and the Acromantula watch the fleeing women.
"Dark, they're stupid," the Darkhound comments.
The Acromantula clicks its fang thingies in agreement. "Yeah."
"Let's go chase wolves!" the Darkhound suggests.
"Okay!"
The Darkhound and the Acromantula walk out a different door. The Acromantula falls straight down into the fiery lake and becomes a crispy critter.
The Darkhound watches for a moment, head tilted to one side. "Oops, wrong door. Oh well."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The Darkhound pulls out a pager and looks at the message. "Yeah! We get to hunt down some Aes Sedai! Woo hoo!" This time it leaves through the right door.
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That probably wasn't my best story, but oh well. I'll sic the Darkhound and the crispy Acromantula on you if you don't review. Tootles.