Written Stuff = Flashback

And so continues the epic tale of… oh, wait, it's just about Jetrin. Well, here's the next part. Read it… yeah.

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            The Creator hates me.

            This was the thought foremost in Jetrin's mind as he continued towards the entrance of Edmonds Field. All his other thoughts were quite similar to that one thought, such as The Dark One's out to get me and The Wheel doesn't like weaving for me. Jetrin had only one hope left.

            When I get to that town, all I want now is a hot meal, a hot bath, and a hot bed. Ummm… I mean a soft bed. Light, I'm tired.

            Meria being blind to his discomfort decided this was the perfect time to question him.

            " Hey you, Jetrin, can I ask you a question?"

             Well, you just did, so no, was the thought on his mind, but instead he just shrugged his shoulders. Taking this for a yes, Meria asked him her question.

            "Exactly what is that gun of yours? Is it something that uses the Power? Do you just use it to try to disguise you can channel? What is it?"

            I thought I told her I couldn't channel. Jetrin thought carefully. Why in the Pit of Doom would she think my gun has anything to do with bloody channeling, besides the fire appearing out of nowhere and the loud noise and so on. Oh, right.

            "My gun has nothing to do with the Power. Anyone can use it if they know how. Anyway, I'd rather answer the rest of your questions in comfort since the entrance to your incredibly walled town is right there."

            And so it was. The wall ended into a gap fashioned into a rounded gateway, while on the other side of the gateway, there was nothing more than a few feet of wall. Seeing it, Jetrin sighed to himself.

            Well, looks like she was telling the truth. Bloody wonderful.

            "Let's get moving. I want a nice room before the day is completely through." Jetrin said. And, I can finally get rid of you. Praise be the Creator.

            Jetrin continued forward, with Meria trailing behind. As soon as they entered the gates, a female voice called out.

            "Meria, there you are! We've been looking all over for you!"

            Eh? Who's that? What's that? Where's that? How, why, and when is that? Jetrin glanced around for a disembodied voice yet again. At least this voice was on the ground with him. He quickly spotted a middle-aged couple heading towards him and Meria.

            "Meria, are those your parents?" he asked.

            "Yes," was her answer, but she seemed kind of  discomforted.

            The couple reached them, and the man caught her up in a big hug, the woman joining in soon after. They released her soon, and began checking her over for hurts.

            "Meria, dear," the woman who seemed to be Meria's mother asked, "Where have you been. We've been looking all over for you, half the town's been out looking for you! Where have you been?"

            A happy family scene… it's been a long time since I've seen one of these. Even longer since I was a part of one…

            "GET OUT OF MY HOME!"

                "FINE! I'M NEVER COMING BACK FATHER! DON'T COME CRYING

     TO ME WHEN YOU'RE IN DANGER!"

Ugh… bad memories. Looking at the family scene once more, he decided to drift away. No need to disturb the moment. Thinking this, he turned and began walking towards a side street.

Now to find an inn, and to get my hot meal, bath, and soft… URK!

"Hey there son, where're you going? I want to ask you a few questions."

What in the Light? Turning, he found that Meria's father had gripped his pack, forcing him to stand his ground. Also, he noticed a sizeable crowd had formed, filled with men and women, old and new. Is it even possible for a crowd to form that fast? His wondering was interrupted as the Meria's father asked him a question.

"Who are you, and why did you come into town with my daughter?"

Why not ask your daughter? Ah, well..

"The name's Jetrin Guntis, and I saved your daughter from some brigands just outside. Or maybe they were bandits. Either way, I saved her."  There, now they should start treating me as a hero and..

"Really?" Meria's father didn't seem very impressed. He seemed rather skeptical. "You look kind of scrawny, not very strong or smart. How could you save her?" Or maybe he was being insulting.

"He channeled!" Meria shouted out in response to her father's question. "He made fire appear and struck down the bad guy!"

Agh… didn't anything I say get through to her.

"No, I didn't channel. Instead I…" He started his explanation, but was greeted by a kind of shocked silence. He trailed off when he noticed them looking at him fearfully. Suddenly there was an explosion of voices as they all began speaking to each other all at once.

"What do we do with a man who can channel?"

"We should kill him… no, we should throw him out!"

"A woman was saved, so this is Woman's Circle business!"

"Don't be daft, this is Village Council work!"

"Woman's Circle!"

"Village Council!"

"Woman's Circle!"

"Village Council!"

"We're all going to die!"

And it just continued like that. Ok… they're not paying attention to me. I could just slip away, but I'd rather fix this misunderstanding first.

" Excuse me… EXCUSE ME… EXCUSE ME!!!" Even when he shouted his loudest, he was ignored.

Fine then, guess I'll have to do it the hard way.

Taking out his banged up gun, he reached into his pocket for his ammo box. Finding it, he opened it and, ignoring the bullets, grabbed one of the pieces of tightly wrapped paper in there. These were his "powder packets", little papers which he filled with gunpowder and tightly packed it in. They were twisted to prevent any powder from spilling.

Grabbing one, he opened up a special compartment located near the butt of his gun. He placed the packed in and closed it. Cocking back the hammer, he pointed the gun straight into the air. Then, he pulled the trigger.

The deafening bang sliced through the arguing townsfolk and silenced them.

"All right then," Jetrin began again, "now that I've got you attention, let me tell you that I don't channel. Instead, I use…"

"ARG… MY HEART!"

What the? An old man was gripping at his chest and was quite red. Oh boy… this sucks. The old man toppled over.

"Someone get the Wisdom!" someone in the crowd shouted. "That male channeler may have killed Cenn Buie! Somebody catch him before he kills anyone else!"

Oh for the love of… He felt something strike the back of his head hard. Guess there was someone behind me… well, down I go.

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Setting: Authorspace

Character: TwilightInferno and Jetrin.

(TwilightInferno is typing away at his computer. Jetrin appear.)

Jetrin: What in the bloody light was that?!?

TI (TwilightInferno): What do you mean?

J: You don't write for such along time, and when you do you throw me in jail?!? In

    Edmonds Field jail too. Do they even have a jail?

TI: Well not a jail per se, but they'll put you somewhere.

J: And what's with you always screwing around with my life. If I'm a hero, shouldn't

    good things be happening to me?

TI: *shrugs* I guess, but where's the fun in that.

J: …You're really evil, you know that right?

TI: Yup.

Reviews:

Seishi: Well thanks, it's always nice to hear my story is loverly. As for the semi-real-

 plot thingy, soon it might be a fully real plot thingy.

She Who Walks The Night: Yup, he does have problems. As for Perrin, this is around Lord of Chaos, so Perrin just left. He's probably with Rand by now. And here's my update, sorry it's late.

Robert Jordan: Wait, Robert Jordan? THE Robert Jordan? Probably not, but whatever. Yeah, I see that my story is a bit lame. Do I care? Yes. Will I make it better? *shrug* I dunno. And I'm sorry it's a touch mind. Next I'll try to make it a touch body.