Memories of rain
Disclaimers: I do not own wheel of time or its characters..
** Thoughts ""Talking
Chapter Four Memories of rain:
Nyneave___________________________________________________
*How, how can he be here*, these were the only thoughts that ran through my head as I 'looked' at the one named Lan. It's impossible that he knows that name. "How do you know my name" I 'said' to him in his mind. He seemed slightly shocked at the voice in his head, but I wanted to know, needed to know.
"Don't you remember me Ray, it's me, Arthas", and with confession, I fell into darkness.
Lan__________________________________________________________
Suddenly, she fell limp in my arm. I wish I could tell her how I knew her, but I myself, don't remember how I remembered. All of a sudden, memories popped into my head as soon as I could her falling. Actually, I remembered everything as soon as I touched her. Memories were still flooding my head, like when I first met her in the age before the age of legends, when she was a lost child trying to remember who she, herself, was.
It felt good to remember her, like I just regained my arm after so long without it. I have had this feeling ever since the first time I was reborn again, in Malkier. I was only a babe, a few days born, but I knew more of the world than many of the adults that have lived for over a century. I lived and grew up, emotionally cold to everyone, like I was better than them. I didn't know why until now. I never had any actual memories, but I just knew I was better.
Suddenly my train of thought was broken when someone grabbed my lost heart.
Gods' view____________________________________________________
Lan stared at the new comer like he didn't belong here, and in a way, of disgust from stealing his heart from him. Suddenly, the new comer had a boy behind him, who could have caught the eye in any crowd. He was tall, very tall for a person from this community, or region for that fact. He had flame red hair and grey-blue eyes, almost like an Aelman which looked very angry right now. The other mans were also looking very angry. He was a plain man, which was odd compared to the boy. He had dark eyes, and dark brown hair, also contrary to the boys'. Yet he had the look of a man who seen to much blood. The fact that Lan hadn't seen them here earlier except when they came with brandy last night with a shaggy little mare, did him no good. He looked ready to kill from the offence this new comer had caused.
The new comer suddenly spoke, but in the language that Lan had expected to hear. "Who are you, outlander" he said "and what business do you have with Ra. the wisdom". Lan heard the fault, he knew who she was, but why she would tell some farmer about herself was beyond him. "My name is Arthas" Lan spoke in the same language, which he found, that he spoke very fluently in. "My business here was to, at first, save your little villager, until I saw Ray. If she has spoken to you, then you should know who I am" was Lan's statement.
Lan could feel Moiraine coming closer but chose to ignore her since the reaction of the new comer was, actually, quite amusing. His face turned the oddest colours, from white, in fear, to red in anger, then to green in understanding all of this. All in all this was very amusing indeed.
" My name is Tam Al'thor. I have been taking care of Ray since she was reborn. Usually, Fallen that are reborn, are whole-minded. But she was born broken. Something must have happened before she died to cause this, since her mother could not have done this alone." This brought on a flood of questions into Lan's mind, since he did not exactly remember ALL of his past. *What did he say about her being born broken?* Yet the thing that bothered Lan the most was, if his memory served him correctly, how did she survive the pain.
Nyneave____________________________________________________
In the darkness of my mind, thoughts were whirling around in an endless melody, that brought back the pain of old. May the darkness consume me. *When darkness comes, memories awaken, into the pain that is real, and the relief that is false*
Disclaimers: I do not own wheel of time or its characters..
** Thoughts ""Talking
Chapter Four Memories of rain:
Nyneave___________________________________________________
*How, how can he be here*, these were the only thoughts that ran through my head as I 'looked' at the one named Lan. It's impossible that he knows that name. "How do you know my name" I 'said' to him in his mind. He seemed slightly shocked at the voice in his head, but I wanted to know, needed to know.
"Don't you remember me Ray, it's me, Arthas", and with confession, I fell into darkness.
Lan__________________________________________________________
Suddenly, she fell limp in my arm. I wish I could tell her how I knew her, but I myself, don't remember how I remembered. All of a sudden, memories popped into my head as soon as I could her falling. Actually, I remembered everything as soon as I touched her. Memories were still flooding my head, like when I first met her in the age before the age of legends, when she was a lost child trying to remember who she, herself, was.
It felt good to remember her, like I just regained my arm after so long without it. I have had this feeling ever since the first time I was reborn again, in Malkier. I was only a babe, a few days born, but I knew more of the world than many of the adults that have lived for over a century. I lived and grew up, emotionally cold to everyone, like I was better than them. I didn't know why until now. I never had any actual memories, but I just knew I was better.
Suddenly my train of thought was broken when someone grabbed my lost heart.
Gods' view____________________________________________________
Lan stared at the new comer like he didn't belong here, and in a way, of disgust from stealing his heart from him. Suddenly, the new comer had a boy behind him, who could have caught the eye in any crowd. He was tall, very tall for a person from this community, or region for that fact. He had flame red hair and grey-blue eyes, almost like an Aelman which looked very angry right now. The other mans were also looking very angry. He was a plain man, which was odd compared to the boy. He had dark eyes, and dark brown hair, also contrary to the boys'. Yet he had the look of a man who seen to much blood. The fact that Lan hadn't seen them here earlier except when they came with brandy last night with a shaggy little mare, did him no good. He looked ready to kill from the offence this new comer had caused.
The new comer suddenly spoke, but in the language that Lan had expected to hear. "Who are you, outlander" he said "and what business do you have with Ra. the wisdom". Lan heard the fault, he knew who she was, but why she would tell some farmer about herself was beyond him. "My name is Arthas" Lan spoke in the same language, which he found, that he spoke very fluently in. "My business here was to, at first, save your little villager, until I saw Ray. If she has spoken to you, then you should know who I am" was Lan's statement.
Lan could feel Moiraine coming closer but chose to ignore her since the reaction of the new comer was, actually, quite amusing. His face turned the oddest colours, from white, in fear, to red in anger, then to green in understanding all of this. All in all this was very amusing indeed.
" My name is Tam Al'thor. I have been taking care of Ray since she was reborn. Usually, Fallen that are reborn, are whole-minded. But she was born broken. Something must have happened before she died to cause this, since her mother could not have done this alone." This brought on a flood of questions into Lan's mind, since he did not exactly remember ALL of his past. *What did he say about her being born broken?* Yet the thing that bothered Lan the most was, if his memory served him correctly, how did she survive the pain.
Nyneave____________________________________________________
In the darkness of my mind, thoughts were whirling around in an endless melody, that brought back the pain of old. May the darkness consume me. *When darkness comes, memories awaken, into the pain that is real, and the relief that is false*