Disclaimers: Same as before, I don't owe the WoT series, so this is 100% fan fiction.

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Chapter 2 – Min's Viewing

Min watched as general after general came through the entrance, each and everyone of them dressed for battle, except the last man, Lan, who came with Nynaeve He was to lead Rand's life guard, and Min was actually glad he had agreed to that, because she saw him best fit to protect her beloved when he fought. She herself had managed last night to convince Rand of taking her with him to the front, but it had claimed much smiles, gentle touches and kisses.

Nynaeve gave Lan a last touch on his hand before setting off towards Min, and it was at that moment, when their hands brushed each others, that Min had a viewing. Nynaeve was with child, Lan's child. Twins. The viewing disappeared, leaving her to her own thoughts as Nynaeve approached.

"What is it with you?" she asked as she sat down. "Are you ill?" Min could not do anything but shake her head. Never before had a viewing left her gaping, but somehow it felt like this one was very important, and it was filled with so much happiness that Min actually sighed. Her eyes found Nynaeve, who was watching the men around the table where maps lay around in heaps. Should she tell her now, or wait?

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It had taken five minutes to walk from their tent to Rand's, and when they had gone inside, Lan joined the generals, including Mat, Rand and Perrin, around the table, while Nynaeve sat down in a chair besides Min. The girl was gaping at her, her eyes big and staring at her.

"What is it with you? Are you ill?" Min shook her head, so Nynaeve turned her head to watch Lan's large figure standing by Lord Bashere, his face concentrated as they all listened to Mat's endless talk about diversions and advances, as well as defences.

There were bread, dried meat and spiced wine on the table between them, and she took the liberty of eating some of that. Her stomach no longer wanted to turn inside out, luckily.

Neither she nor Min talked for what seemed like ages. Nynaeve was beginning to get slightly irritated with the girl. What was wrong with her? She sighed and turned towards Min, determined to say something, but the girl talked before she could open her mouth.

"Nynaeve, you're with child." Min looked at her like if she did not know if she had spoken at the right time. Nynaeve was shocked. I'm with child? She could not tell if Min was joking or not, so she opened her mouth to ask how she knew, but Min was one step ahead of her. "I had a viewing when you and Lan parted. I think it is really important, because I have never had one like that before. It was all shining like gold, and I could swear that I saw seven dark silhouettes rising up from the ground, almost like towers. I swear, you're with child."

Nynaeve stared at her with so much shock in her eyes, that Min almost believed she had done the wrong thing. Should she have waited? No, said a voice in the back of her head. It could have something to do with the lost kingdom of Malkier.

"And it's twins, Nynaeve." The other woman opened her mouth as to say anything, but no words came out, and she continued staring blankly at Min.

None of the men in the tent seemed to have noticed them talking, but Min looked at Nynaeve with a comforting smile, and asked if they should go outside and perhaps take a walk.

Nynaeve nodded but still did not say anything as they got up and moved outside. Min studied the look the former Wisdom sent her husband, now occupied with talking himself, and came to the decision that Nynaeve was confused over her feelings, and shocked over that she was confused. They began to walk side by side among the nearby tents. Min kept quiet as the other woman was lost in her own thoughts, and caught herself thinking that Nynaeve did not like the idea of carrying children, especially not now, when Tarmon Gai'don was a few days away. I thought she would be happy.

After what seemed like half an hour, Nynaeve stopped in the middle of the trampled-down road, her eyes closed and her hands caressing her stomach, not noticing a horse that came in full gallop towards her.

"Nynaeve!" Min cried, and grabbed the woman by the sleeves of her dress, and dragged her away right before the rider passed, a messenger with important news by the look of him. "Watch where you're riding, wool-head!" The rider took no notice of her words, and kept his quick speed towards the middle of the camp.

Min turned around to check how Nynaeve was doing, and was surprised to see the woman covering her face with her hands and shaking with crying. Min looked with a lump in her throat at the woman she had known to be so strong and fiery, now crying her soul out because she was with child. She sat down and embraced the woman, rocking her back and forth, trying to calm her down.

"Come on now, Nynaeve. It can't be that bad? Just ask Elayne, she had two babes. She told me how wonderful it was when she held their little bodies in her arms. And Rand…He was happy, Nynaeve. I had never seen him so happy before. He actually softened when the babes cried and wanted to hold them in his arms too."

Min remembered the time when he actually got his son into sleep, and had said "I never thought a child could do so much with a man's heart." It had done much with her heart too, just being there when Elayne gave birth had been a painful, yet precious memory to her later.

"You don't understand," Nynaeve cried low in Min's lap. "I am happy, for your viewing could mean that Malkier is going to be renewed, but…" She sniffed hard and looked up at Min. Her eyes were red from crying and tears still fell down her cheeks. "But why now? The Last Battle is almost here, and I'm going to stand where it will be spilt most blood, and Lan also, and…What if I die, Min? Then it will never be a Malkier again, for Lan will die with me. I cannot stand the thought of him loosing his kingdom totally, and his blood-line be broken. I cannot!" Nynaeve started crying again, and Min did nothing else but to embrace her.

Nynaeve was right. If she died, Lan would die with her, because he loved her so much and would not stand to live a life without her. And when he died, the royal blood-line would be broken, and Malkier would never raise again. Min thought about this all the time as they sat there on the ground, not bothering that their dresses got dirty.

The morning passed to noon, and the sun shone sharply and it became very hot, so when Min suggested that they could go to Elayne's tent, Nynaeve agreed, and wiped away her tears. Her eyes, however, swelled with tears all the long way to the Queen of Andor's tent.

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A/N: So, what do you think? Please, review, the box is just below here. :) When I've got at least 3 more reviews, I'll post next chapter!