((By the way. 'Zarkot and Mirena' is a revisment of 'Zarkot and Jeriana'
with several notable differences. First; Jeriana is Mirena now. Second;
when I started this story before I had only read the first and second book
in WoT. Now I can write it more correctly and beg forgiveness for any
ignorant errors made beforehand. Third; the storyline is a bit different
and this is set in a bit of an AU so bear with me. People in the original
series by RJ will be in here, they may just be aged differently and act
differently and such because this is my story after all. Fourth; thanks to
all those people who enjoyed 'Zarkot and Jeriana' and I hope you will enjoy
this rendition (and eventually finished) version of it. Enjoy!))
DISCLAIMER: Do I own Robert Jordan's the Wheel of Time? *thinks about it* No way, I do not own Wheel of Time, Robert Jordan, or any of his characters. Those that come out of my own mind however, and the storyline, do happen to be my own thank you very much.
PROLOGUE
The scream echoed through the night, followed by the high, thin wail of an infant. There was a brief silence before yet another scream sounded and yet another wail came through. "It is twins, Sila," a man said happily as he stroked his wife's hand. "A girl and a boy." He sounded happier about the boy then the girl. Yet he was a farmer and they tended to enjoy having boy children who would help them more with the farmwork then girls ever could.
Sila, night black hair sticking to her head, gave him a smile. Yet there was something hidden in her black eyes, a look of complete satisfaction. Except when she looked over at the woman who held both of her children that is. Then her smile turned to a frown, a very prominent one. "I would like to hold my children," she informed the woman, holding out her arms. "They are mine and I have not even named them yet."
"Oh, of course," the woman said as she handed the wrapped infants to her. The woman's face was smooth without wrinkles and yet she did not appear overly young any more then she did aged. Her hair was a dark brown and her eyes bright green, intense as she look closely at Sila and sighed. "They are beautiful, healthy children both."
"Of course they are," Sila said as she stroked their heads softly and crooned at them. Two sets of eyes, one dark violet the other pale lilac, regarded her and tiny wisps of snow-white hair topped their heads. "This is Zarkot," she said as she looked at the boy. "And this is Mirena."
"It is well you named them so soon," the woman said as she reached forward and picked the newly named Zarkot up. "Because now I can go and he will know his true name given to him from his birth mother forever."
Sila glared daggers at the woman but couldn't move, Mirena was sleeping contently in her arms. "Stop her!" she commanded her husband, Danel. "She is going to take him!"
Danel looked as angry as his wife and lunged for the woman, but found himself stopped by a barrier he could not see. He could not even move. The woman smiled at them both, a little sadly. "Understand this now," she said as she pulled the blanket more tightly around Zarkot's tiny body. "Mirena and Zarkot are both bound to do things no one will expect of them. Zarkot is coming with me, I am raising him at the White Tower. Mirena you will keep for no longer then two years before leaving her to be raised by someone else. This will suit you well, Sila." There was a slight mocking in her voice at the name and Sila stiffened, dark eyes flashing. "These people you leave her with will know that at the age of twelve she is to come to the White Tower."
"Lyrenna!" Sila cried angrily as the woman started out the door. "Lyrenna!" The cry fell on ears that did not hear her as Lyrenna, Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah, strode down the dark road; Zarkot sleeping contently in her arms much as Mirena was in her mothers'.
Lyrenna had had a Foretelling, and no one would stand in her way to make that Foretelling come true. Not even the White Tower was as important as this.
DISCLAIMER: Do I own Robert Jordan's the Wheel of Time? *thinks about it* No way, I do not own Wheel of Time, Robert Jordan, or any of his characters. Those that come out of my own mind however, and the storyline, do happen to be my own thank you very much.
PROLOGUE
The scream echoed through the night, followed by the high, thin wail of an infant. There was a brief silence before yet another scream sounded and yet another wail came through. "It is twins, Sila," a man said happily as he stroked his wife's hand. "A girl and a boy." He sounded happier about the boy then the girl. Yet he was a farmer and they tended to enjoy having boy children who would help them more with the farmwork then girls ever could.
Sila, night black hair sticking to her head, gave him a smile. Yet there was something hidden in her black eyes, a look of complete satisfaction. Except when she looked over at the woman who held both of her children that is. Then her smile turned to a frown, a very prominent one. "I would like to hold my children," she informed the woman, holding out her arms. "They are mine and I have not even named them yet."
"Oh, of course," the woman said as she handed the wrapped infants to her. The woman's face was smooth without wrinkles and yet she did not appear overly young any more then she did aged. Her hair was a dark brown and her eyes bright green, intense as she look closely at Sila and sighed. "They are beautiful, healthy children both."
"Of course they are," Sila said as she stroked their heads softly and crooned at them. Two sets of eyes, one dark violet the other pale lilac, regarded her and tiny wisps of snow-white hair topped their heads. "This is Zarkot," she said as she looked at the boy. "And this is Mirena."
"It is well you named them so soon," the woman said as she reached forward and picked the newly named Zarkot up. "Because now I can go and he will know his true name given to him from his birth mother forever."
Sila glared daggers at the woman but couldn't move, Mirena was sleeping contently in her arms. "Stop her!" she commanded her husband, Danel. "She is going to take him!"
Danel looked as angry as his wife and lunged for the woman, but found himself stopped by a barrier he could not see. He could not even move. The woman smiled at them both, a little sadly. "Understand this now," she said as she pulled the blanket more tightly around Zarkot's tiny body. "Mirena and Zarkot are both bound to do things no one will expect of them. Zarkot is coming with me, I am raising him at the White Tower. Mirena you will keep for no longer then two years before leaving her to be raised by someone else. This will suit you well, Sila." There was a slight mocking in her voice at the name and Sila stiffened, dark eyes flashing. "These people you leave her with will know that at the age of twelve she is to come to the White Tower."
"Lyrenna!" Sila cried angrily as the woman started out the door. "Lyrenna!" The cry fell on ears that did not hear her as Lyrenna, Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah, strode down the dark road; Zarkot sleeping contently in her arms much as Mirena was in her mothers'.
Lyrenna had had a Foretelling, and no one would stand in her way to make that Foretelling come true. Not even the White Tower was as important as this.