Author's Notes: Ok, this is for you, Barra the bard. Some explanations to answer your questions. You said that if she was full Aes Sedai, she would know that the ancient trees at the edge of Tar Valon were an Ogier grove. Yet, as I neglected to say, but figured that the readers would be able to guess fairly easily, was that she is not at the edge of Tar Valon. She is indeed at the one place that we know of that she wouldn't be able to channel in. She couldn't have been in Tar Valon, because she would have been able to channel in that city for sure. If you remember, in book nine, when Cadsuane and Alanna go to find Rand, he is in a city protected by a ter'angreal that allows no one to channel inside. This is the city of Far Madding. In case you would like to see for yourself, it is on page 535, book nine, paperback version with the graphic covers. People may not be able to be armed there, but that won't stop people from trying…. (The whitecloaks) At the very beginning of my story, I stated her Ajah (Blue). I had planned on talking a little more of how she knew of Perrin in this chapter anyway, I didn't say it before because I thought it was a good ending for that chapter to just introduce him into the story and let you sit and wonder for a bit J I hope that answers any questions you may have had, and on with the story! Oh, yes, and I have also added in a sene from book ten on page 266 (Paperback) I put this in italics so you can tell where it starts and ends; this is how I will introduce Kamar to Jordan's Characters. I hope you like it!
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Kamar looked down at herself, her dress was torn and muddy; and her face was covered in a layer grime. Well, at least I can do something about the dirt. Kamar grabbed hold of saidar and efficiently channeled all the mud off clothes and face. Her dress was still torn, but at least it looked more presentable. She looked up from inspecting her work at the sound of hooves. They were getting louder fairly quickly, and from the sound of it, the horse must have been running very hard.
Within minutes, a white stallion appeared, whickering in fright, as it dashed past her and into the wolves' empty cave. What could possibly make a horse that frightened? Her question was soon answered however, as some new shapes appeared in the distance. She could smell their evil before she could even see them. Trollocs. At least fifty trollocs, and a Fade.
Kamar gritted her teeth together and growled in the back of her throat. She was still holding saidar and automatically began forming fireballs and throwing them at the oncoming trollocs. Light! I can't take them all like this! The most I could kill is ten before they overwhelm me. She thought back to when her parents faced that unbeatable duel so long ago. Well, at least I will put up a good fight. I won't be taken so easily! And with that, she charged forward to face her foe. All her energy was directed on the Fade; if she could kill him, then the trollocs might be confused and run away.
Time seemed to slow as the fade approached her, and she could feel fear growing inside her. The look of the Eyeless was fear. The Myrddraal loomed over her, drawing closer to her. All the trollocs grouped behind awaiting a signal from their leader. Panic arose from Kamar and she found herself unable to toss the fireball that sat ready in her hand.
He sneered in her face and laughed. "Not so brave now are you Aes Sedai?" he said the word mockingly as he slowly drew his sword, black as night, and more deadly than poison. The Myrddraal lifted the blade high and prepared to strike.
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Hurry Brothers! Our sister is in danger. A halfman advances, she is helpless to protect. She still doubts us. We must fight. We must protect our wolf sister, only one of her kind since the time when all of man ran with wolves. And with that, the wolves sent up a loud howl as the pack raced forward.
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A wolf pounced out of the distance, ramming into the Myrddraal from the side and sending it staggering backward. Another wolf attacked from the rear and snapped his jaws shut on the Fade's leg. He used his blade skillfully, and soon three wolves were dead and five wounded; yet for every death, a new wolf was always there to take its place.
With a start, Kamar realized that her fireball was still in her outstretched hand. Now that the Eyeless had been drawn away from her, she was able to regain her courage. After outwardly composing herself, Kamar concentrated on making her fireball larger as well as hotter. After it had reached its potential, she sent the flaming sphere strait at the Myrddraal's black heart.
"Die! You bloody Fade!" She yelled as the Myrddraal burst into flame. The Fade flailed about in a burning mass of fire; refusing to die even after it was killed.
With their leader gone, the trollocs became disorganized and confused, turning on each other and killing most of their numbers off. Those that were left ran in every direction, trying to get away from the wolves. With a triumphant howl, the wolves charged after the retreating trollocs, finishing them off one by one.
Now all was quiet and Kamar entered the wolves' cave where she had seen the stallion run before the battle had begun. The horse was still there, whickering in fright as Kamar approached him. His flanks were glistening in sweat, and a saddle hung askew on his back. Kamar's guess was that his previous owner had not faired as well when the trollocs had appeared. He must not have had enough time to mount his steed and escape before the trollocs were upon him. He probably hadn't lasted long. Cautiously, Kamar came closer and the horse stepped back. They continued doing this for some time, performing a sort of dance; with Kamar always trying to get near to the horse while the stallion kept trying to avoid her.
"It's alright" she cooed, attempting to calm the horse. "I won't hurt you, I want to help you."
The horse looked in her direction and suddenly stopped, standing rigid. Sighing with relief, Kamar reached out to touch the stallion's flank. After a bit of delving, she then healed the horse's wounds. He shivered under Kamar's touch as the weaves ran through him. He didn't really have many wounds, at least not serious ones; mostly just scratches and fatigue, yet those were to be expected. After he was healed, the horse cautiously approached and Kamar gently stroked its muzzle, soothing him after the fright.
Well, I can't find Perrin by walking. She straightened the saddle and mounted.
Patting the mount on his mane, she thoughtfully thought of a good name for this brilliant white mare. "I shall call you Zephyr." Zephyr seems to fit him. She thought as she led the horse out of the cave. Now, where could that Perrin I keep hearing about be? Some Lord that the merchants keep saying is trying to rise up Manetheren… Well, I suppose that he would be somewhere around the Two Rivers; that was where Manetheren used to be located. That's where I shall head.
She could sense the wolves' presence just out of sight as she rode out of the woods. Did you see how the halfman was killed with fire? Sun Fire destroyed him. A series of approving growls erupted at this. Sun Fire goes to find Young Bull. Good luck Sun Fire, he is looking for his she wolf.
What? Sun Fire? Young Bull? Who were they? What were the wolves talking about? She shook it off though, and maneuvered Zephyr out of the woods, heading for the Two Rivers. It had started to snow, and soon the ground was covered. Yet she rode on, never stopping even as the snow began to deepen. She rode for days on end, making camp at night under the shelter of any tree she could find. She made surprisingly good time for one traveling in such weather. She rode through forest mostly, as well as some plains, and on the fifth day of hard riding, she found herself in a small clearing.
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"Are you rested enough?" Perrin asked him. Tired men made mistakes, and mistakes with the One Power could be deadly. "Should I send for Neald?"
Grady stared up at him blearily then shook his head. "Fager's no more rested than me. Less, maybe. I'm stronger than he is, a bit. Better if I do it." He turned to face northeast, and with no more warning, a vertical slash of silver-blue appeared before the track-marked stone. Annoura jerked her mare out of the way with a loud gasp as the line of light widened into an opening, a hole in the air that showed a sunlit clearing on a steep ground among trees much smaller than those around Perrin and the others. The already splintered pine shivered as it lost another thin slice, groaned, and collapsed the rest of the way with a snow-muffled crash that made the horses snort and dance. Annoura glared at the Asha'man, her face growing dark, but Grady just blinked and said, "Does that look like the right place?" Elyas adjusted his hat before nodding.
That nod was all Perrin waited for. He ducked his head and rode Stepper through into snow that was over the dun's fetlocks. It was a small clearing, but the sky full of white clouds overhead made it seem vastly open after the forest behind. The light was almost blinding compared to the forest, though the sun was still hidden by the tree-covered ridge above. The Shaido camp lay on the other side of that ridge. He stared toward the height yearningly. It was all he could do to stay where he was rather than race ahead to see where Faile was.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something, and jerked his head up. A new hope arose in him. Faile! But alas, it was not. A white stallion stood at the edge of the trees up on the ridge, almost concealed in snow. He would have missed it had it not been for the black stripe along the mare's nose and the woman who rode atop it. Her eyes glowed golden, and she was staring at him. He felt a chill, and then the wolves' contacted him. She is Sun Fire. She seeks your help, Young Bull.