Memories of rain
Disclaimers: I do not own wheel of time or its characters....
** Thoughts ""Talking
Chapter Three Memories of rain:
Nyneave____________________________________________
Running down the road, I notice a strange figure, or actually, many strange figures. Too many. I wondered how they came across so much land without being seen when the wind picked up. Waygate, it whispered. *So the Shadowmen know the ways, huh* I thought blandly. They would be here soon. I should take care of this fast; I can feel the witch and her dog coming closer. Then a thought hit me *so this is what a destroyer does, protects village whelps*. I had enough time to finish that thought before the shadows were less than 20 metres away. I raise my staff, with its razor edge that slice through weapons that were made in the age of legends by the true Aes Sedai, without hesitation on one end, and the blunted staff point at the other.
I slice through chain mail and blades of Thakan'Dar, which their darkness could never compare to that of my own blade. I could feel the black blood raining down on me, a blotch here, a splatter there, but nothing could rival the barbed arrow that was shot into my lung. * Which ever Shadowspawn shot that, will pay dearly.* seeing that this is about the tenth time I have had an arrow in that same lung. You would think they would learn that I could not possibly die that easily, until I found myself lying on the ground. *I should really remember that I am mortal at least once in this lifetime*, I quickly shifted myself to the house with the folding technique I had learned a while back, where She could fix this bloody hole. Then it was black.
Lan_________________________________________________________
I was waiting by the edge of town, thinking about the alert that had come, when I felt a sharp pain in my right lung. I did what I could to avoid Moiraine noticing this, which wasn't that hard since she was concentrating so hard on the road. I then saw a small group coming towards us. *When I first felt them, the feeling was big enough that it felt like an army, then, the feeling had grown smaller. Now that small feeling is running towards us.* I thought ironically. There were at least 20, maybe 30 Trollocs along with a Fade. ~Slash~. My blade cuts through the first few who were stupid enough to 'walk into' the blade in my hands. The few Trollocs that had gotten through were now burning houses, yet I continued to fight the group I already had in front of me. Moiraine was fighting a few with the Power, yet laid most of the fighting on me. The pain in my lung was consistent through all of this, but all of a sudden it ebbed away, into nothing. Now all I have to do is get the few Trollocs that got past our defences, since he was done with his small group. That was when I noticed that almost half of the Emond Fielders were lying on the ground, from small cut to mortal wounds, from defending their home. That was when I noticed something else also, *its raining blood*.
God's view____________________________________________________
It was morning, the sun shining brightly in a blood red sky. The morning larks and the mourning birds were singing their songs. Lan was sitting across the river, watching the Trollocs, and Fades burn in a pile taller than the stallions the Inn Keeper kept in his barn. On the other side of the river though, he saw the Emonds Fielders line up their injured and dead on the green that was surrounded by Large oaks that must have stood for hundreds of years. Neither Moiraine nor Lan knew what they were doing, but what they did know was that the Aes Sedai's healing would not be allowed, saying that they had their own healer. All of a sudden, Nyneave, their wisdom, walked on to the green holding a sharp bladed knife. It was oddly figured, since the blade seemed to curve into itself, and a handle that looked of gold with small gems in it. Slowly, so that her movements seemed deliberant, she kneeled on the green. She put her hands in front of her, and slowly, yet with great speed slit one of her wrists. The blood slowly dropped on to the ground. Lan had nearly run over to her to stop the bleeding, without knowing why, before he heard her next words. In a voice that rang through the forest, into the minds of the villagers, her words were recognized,
"Child of light, born in Chaos Child of darkness, born in death Let the pain and suffering Be gone from our eyes Healers of the Earth Come forth!"
The last words were spoken in a shout, which could have been heard down in Taren Ferry easily. The wisdom was white faced and ghostly from losing so much blood, but continued to sit tall. All of a sudden, neither Lan, nor Moiraine, could believe what they were seeing with their eyes. Little threads of gold were coming from out of the ground, all of them pulsing with life. The threads slowly wrapped themselves around the injured and dead, until they were all but balls of bright gold. Then, as if out of thin air, the threads vanished, and all the injured and dead rose as if never injured or lost. Yet one thread of gold remained. The last one sealed the wrist of the wisdom, the one which was cut, and slowly pulled away, but before it was pulled away, it gently touched a still white cheek. A white cheek with tears of blood falling. Lan felt the pulling headache again, and before Moiraine knew it, he gone like the gold threads. The wisdom slowly stood up still looking like death with blood her face, from what she had shed through the cloth that had covered her eyes. All of a sudden she started to fall backwards almost loosing complete consciousness, falling towards the ground, until a man with a dark coloured cloak, covered with the black blood of shadowspawn, caught her.
Nyneave______________________________________________________
Nyneave looked up at the face that had caught her from falling to the ground. It was the witch's dog. Yet, he seemed familiar somehow, like that odd feeling from before, where she thought she had known him. The next words that came out of his mouth erased any present thought. "It has been far too long Ray."
Disclaimers: I do not own wheel of time or its characters....
** Thoughts ""Talking
Chapter Three Memories of rain:
Nyneave____________________________________________
Running down the road, I notice a strange figure, or actually, many strange figures. Too many. I wondered how they came across so much land without being seen when the wind picked up. Waygate, it whispered. *So the Shadowmen know the ways, huh* I thought blandly. They would be here soon. I should take care of this fast; I can feel the witch and her dog coming closer. Then a thought hit me *so this is what a destroyer does, protects village whelps*. I had enough time to finish that thought before the shadows were less than 20 metres away. I raise my staff, with its razor edge that slice through weapons that were made in the age of legends by the true Aes Sedai, without hesitation on one end, and the blunted staff point at the other.
I slice through chain mail and blades of Thakan'Dar, which their darkness could never compare to that of my own blade. I could feel the black blood raining down on me, a blotch here, a splatter there, but nothing could rival the barbed arrow that was shot into my lung. * Which ever Shadowspawn shot that, will pay dearly.* seeing that this is about the tenth time I have had an arrow in that same lung. You would think they would learn that I could not possibly die that easily, until I found myself lying on the ground. *I should really remember that I am mortal at least once in this lifetime*, I quickly shifted myself to the house with the folding technique I had learned a while back, where She could fix this bloody hole. Then it was black.
Lan_________________________________________________________
I was waiting by the edge of town, thinking about the alert that had come, when I felt a sharp pain in my right lung. I did what I could to avoid Moiraine noticing this, which wasn't that hard since she was concentrating so hard on the road. I then saw a small group coming towards us. *When I first felt them, the feeling was big enough that it felt like an army, then, the feeling had grown smaller. Now that small feeling is running towards us.* I thought ironically. There were at least 20, maybe 30 Trollocs along with a Fade. ~Slash~. My blade cuts through the first few who were stupid enough to 'walk into' the blade in my hands. The few Trollocs that had gotten through were now burning houses, yet I continued to fight the group I already had in front of me. Moiraine was fighting a few with the Power, yet laid most of the fighting on me. The pain in my lung was consistent through all of this, but all of a sudden it ebbed away, into nothing. Now all I have to do is get the few Trollocs that got past our defences, since he was done with his small group. That was when I noticed that almost half of the Emond Fielders were lying on the ground, from small cut to mortal wounds, from defending their home. That was when I noticed something else also, *its raining blood*.
God's view____________________________________________________
It was morning, the sun shining brightly in a blood red sky. The morning larks and the mourning birds were singing their songs. Lan was sitting across the river, watching the Trollocs, and Fades burn in a pile taller than the stallions the Inn Keeper kept in his barn. On the other side of the river though, he saw the Emonds Fielders line up their injured and dead on the green that was surrounded by Large oaks that must have stood for hundreds of years. Neither Moiraine nor Lan knew what they were doing, but what they did know was that the Aes Sedai's healing would not be allowed, saying that they had their own healer. All of a sudden, Nyneave, their wisdom, walked on to the green holding a sharp bladed knife. It was oddly figured, since the blade seemed to curve into itself, and a handle that looked of gold with small gems in it. Slowly, so that her movements seemed deliberant, she kneeled on the green. She put her hands in front of her, and slowly, yet with great speed slit one of her wrists. The blood slowly dropped on to the ground. Lan had nearly run over to her to stop the bleeding, without knowing why, before he heard her next words. In a voice that rang through the forest, into the minds of the villagers, her words were recognized,
"Child of light, born in Chaos Child of darkness, born in death Let the pain and suffering Be gone from our eyes Healers of the Earth Come forth!"
The last words were spoken in a shout, which could have been heard down in Taren Ferry easily. The wisdom was white faced and ghostly from losing so much blood, but continued to sit tall. All of a sudden, neither Lan, nor Moiraine, could believe what they were seeing with their eyes. Little threads of gold were coming from out of the ground, all of them pulsing with life. The threads slowly wrapped themselves around the injured and dead, until they were all but balls of bright gold. Then, as if out of thin air, the threads vanished, and all the injured and dead rose as if never injured or lost. Yet one thread of gold remained. The last one sealed the wrist of the wisdom, the one which was cut, and slowly pulled away, but before it was pulled away, it gently touched a still white cheek. A white cheek with tears of blood falling. Lan felt the pulling headache again, and before Moiraine knew it, he gone like the gold threads. The wisdom slowly stood up still looking like death with blood her face, from what she had shed through the cloth that had covered her eyes. All of a sudden she started to fall backwards almost loosing complete consciousness, falling towards the ground, until a man with a dark coloured cloak, covered with the black blood of shadowspawn, caught her.
Nyneave______________________________________________________
Nyneave looked up at the face that had caught her from falling to the ground. It was the witch's dog. Yet, he seemed familiar somehow, like that odd feeling from before, where she thought she had known him. The next words that came out of his mouth erased any present thought. "It has been far too long Ray."