I think I've finally decided. I can't wait any longer for more votes.
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed!
Marissa: Thanks for the reviews! *guilty grin* I think you know what you're talking about! Thanks for the help! I'll change that part about Taim, but I like making Logain evil (you'll find out why he's in such a bad mood...).
leamaryu: Thanks for the review! Did you get my other review? I hope so....lol. thanks for the advice!
Ilona1: Thanks for the reviews! Yeah I didn't really pay attention to the first two or three books, I was just reading them out of boredom, but when they got good, I started paying attention, and I'm gonna re-read them (bought them yesterday). I haven't updated in a while because I've been way too busy with my other fic..I think I'm going to call the Asha'din something else, Aes Gaidar. Not sure though.
Anna-Ray: Thanks so much for the help! You should read the books you know...
The Dark Wanderer: Thanks so much for the help! You should read the books you know...I could lend them to you, they're WAY better than Shannarah....
Disclaimer: I do not own Wheel of Time, or any of the characters, ideas, logos, etc. They belong to Mr. Jordan. No profit or money is being made. This goes for this whole fic. Read the books or prepare to be confused.
Okay here we go:
Chapter 1:
A still figure slumped on a knobby mare, wandering across the snow. The horse would stop occasionally and nibble at a tuft of grass, and the rider did nothing. It was as though it was a corpse that rode the brown mare across Andor, from Caemlyn, to the Black Tower.
Mezar Kurin stood stiffly at attention, dressed only in his breeches, in front of the assembled Dedicated. He could feel his face heating. It took all of his willpower not to finger his thin mustache nervously.
Mazrim Taim stood nearby, with his best arrogant half-smile brushing his lips. Blue-and-gold Dragons wove around the sleeves of his black coat from elbow to cuffs, in imitation of the Dragons on Rand's arms. Though Mezar suspected he would not appreciate the observation. He was tall, nearly as tall as the Lord Dragon, with a hooked nose and eyes like augers, a physically powerful man who moved with something of a Warder's deadly grace, but shadows seemed to follow him, as if half the sunlight in on the Training Grounds had gone out; not real shadows, but an imminent air of violence that seemed palpable enough to soak up the light. Taim radiated danger the way a fire gave heat. He knew who he was and his own worth, though he plainly set it higher than the sky. The M'Hael.
Snow began falling. Still Taim waited. One hour passed, and then two. Some of the Soldiers and Dedicated began shifting, exchanging confused glances. It got colder and colder. Still, Taim waited. Mezar felt his fingers and toes begin freezing, but he did not so much as shiver. He would not give Taim that satisfaction. He would not. He would not. He wou-
He was suddenly hanging by his ankles in midair. He could not see the flows of Air, of course, but they were there. Saidin. The male half of the One Power. Taim was not channeling. It was the man who stood at his left side, Mishraile. The pause lasted a heartbeat, and then he was being whirled in the air. Faster and faster. The world became a spinning, whirling blur. Then he felt another man seize saidin. There was a sharp snap, and then the whirling receded. He was slowly lowered to the ground. He felt the shield that lay between him and the One Power lift, and he lunged for it. He would KILL Taim! Damn the man! All he had done was spoken that the Lord Dragon might not wish for the parties to be doubled! He lunged for saidin. Only to hit a chasm. A chasm that he would never cross. This was impossible. He was gentled!
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Mezar's cry chilled everyone to the bone. He fell onto his knees, a heap of tears and sobs. "NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Taim straitened, rising to his full height like a panther unfolding, and faced the assembled Asha'man. "Anyone else have a question about my orders? The LORD DRAGON'S orders?" he asked calmly. Mishraile kicked Mezar in the ribs. The man groaned.
The assembled crowd was shocked. Taim had ordered that the searching for deserters be redoubled, and when Mezar protested, he had been strung up by his heels and beaten, and then gentled! What was Taim doing?
"No, M'Hael." The assembled murmured.
"Good." Taim glided away towards his 'palace', boots crunching over the snow. The crowd parted as he walked through. He felt fear, anger, wonder, pity, and confusion. But mostly fear. Good. As he strode past Logain, the False Dragon, the only man here with a name as black as Taim's, the tall man stared at him fearlessly. Taim would have to deal with him. Oh, yes, Logain Ablar would fall.
Leaning in close, Taim murmured as he strode past, not so much as pausing. "Your move, Logain."
The challenge was set. Logain's dark eyes glittered as he turned without waiting for the formal dismissal, and strode towards his house, deep in thought. He would have to step carefully from now on. Taim was very dangerous.
But then, Logain thought, a small smile touching his lips, so was he.
Marissa: Thanks for the reviews! *guilty grin* I think you know what you're talking about! Thanks for the help! I'll change that part about Taim, but I like making Logain evil (you'll find out why he's in such a bad mood...).
leamaryu: Thanks for the review! Did you get my other review? I hope so....lol. thanks for the advice!
Ilona1: Thanks for the reviews! Yeah I didn't really pay attention to the first two or three books, I was just reading them out of boredom, but when they got good, I started paying attention, and I'm gonna re-read them (bought them yesterday). I haven't updated in a while because I've been way too busy with my other fic..I think I'm going to call the Asha'din something else, Aes Gaidar. Not sure though.
Anna-Ray: Thanks so much for the help! You should read the books you know...
The Dark Wanderer: Thanks so much for the help! You should read the books you know...I could lend them to you, they're WAY better than Shannarah....
Disclaimer: I do not own Wheel of Time, or any of the characters, ideas, logos, etc. They belong to Mr. Jordan. No profit or money is being made. This goes for this whole fic. Read the books or prepare to be confused.
Okay here we go:
Chapter 1:
A still figure slumped on a knobby mare, wandering across the snow. The horse would stop occasionally and nibble at a tuft of grass, and the rider did nothing. It was as though it was a corpse that rode the brown mare across Andor, from Caemlyn, to the Black Tower.
Mezar Kurin stood stiffly at attention, dressed only in his breeches, in front of the assembled Dedicated. He could feel his face heating. It took all of his willpower not to finger his thin mustache nervously.
Mazrim Taim stood nearby, with his best arrogant half-smile brushing his lips. Blue-and-gold Dragons wove around the sleeves of his black coat from elbow to cuffs, in imitation of the Dragons on Rand's arms. Though Mezar suspected he would not appreciate the observation. He was tall, nearly as tall as the Lord Dragon, with a hooked nose and eyes like augers, a physically powerful man who moved with something of a Warder's deadly grace, but shadows seemed to follow him, as if half the sunlight in on the Training Grounds had gone out; not real shadows, but an imminent air of violence that seemed palpable enough to soak up the light. Taim radiated danger the way a fire gave heat. He knew who he was and his own worth, though he plainly set it higher than the sky. The M'Hael.
Snow began falling. Still Taim waited. One hour passed, and then two. Some of the Soldiers and Dedicated began shifting, exchanging confused glances. It got colder and colder. Still, Taim waited. Mezar felt his fingers and toes begin freezing, but he did not so much as shiver. He would not give Taim that satisfaction. He would not. He would not. He wou-
He was suddenly hanging by his ankles in midair. He could not see the flows of Air, of course, but they were there. Saidin. The male half of the One Power. Taim was not channeling. It was the man who stood at his left side, Mishraile. The pause lasted a heartbeat, and then he was being whirled in the air. Faster and faster. The world became a spinning, whirling blur. Then he felt another man seize saidin. There was a sharp snap, and then the whirling receded. He was slowly lowered to the ground. He felt the shield that lay between him and the One Power lift, and he lunged for it. He would KILL Taim! Damn the man! All he had done was spoken that the Lord Dragon might not wish for the parties to be doubled! He lunged for saidin. Only to hit a chasm. A chasm that he would never cross. This was impossible. He was gentled!
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Mezar's cry chilled everyone to the bone. He fell onto his knees, a heap of tears and sobs. "NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Taim straitened, rising to his full height like a panther unfolding, and faced the assembled Asha'man. "Anyone else have a question about my orders? The LORD DRAGON'S orders?" he asked calmly. Mishraile kicked Mezar in the ribs. The man groaned.
The assembled crowd was shocked. Taim had ordered that the searching for deserters be redoubled, and when Mezar protested, he had been strung up by his heels and beaten, and then gentled! What was Taim doing?
"No, M'Hael." The assembled murmured.
"Good." Taim glided away towards his 'palace', boots crunching over the snow. The crowd parted as he walked through. He felt fear, anger, wonder, pity, and confusion. But mostly fear. Good. As he strode past Logain, the False Dragon, the only man here with a name as black as Taim's, the tall man stared at him fearlessly. Taim would have to deal with him. Oh, yes, Logain Ablar would fall.
Leaning in close, Taim murmured as he strode past, not so much as pausing. "Your move, Logain."
The challenge was set. Logain's dark eyes glittered as he turned without waiting for the formal dismissal, and strode towards his house, deep in thought. He would have to step carefully from now on. Taim was very dangerous.
But then, Logain thought, a small smile touching his lips, so was he.
