Power and Anarchy
By Gahzskul
[Author's Note] You'll have to excuse any errors on continuity between the prologue and the following chapters, as it's been several years between he prologue and this
point. Thanks.
Chapter Six – Instruments of Destruction
Teron rode with the two Aes Sedai the following day, heading to Arafel. He found himself constantly on edge, still unaccustomed to the presence in the back of his head, and still somewhat uncertain of his situation. He also found himself constantly scanning the area around them with sweeps of his head.
Every now and then Leslin would turn and look at him, and the presence in his head would flash with happiness and satisfaction. And anticipation? Maybe he read it wrong. He wondered what she was thinking. What would the White Tower think when they found she had bonded an Asha'man. In many people's minds men like him were shadow-spawn, yet here he was, bonded to an Aes Sedai. Teron found himself wondering if any Aes Sedai had ever actually bonded shadow-spawn. That would be interesting...
"What are you curious about, Teron?" cames Leslin's voice, and he looked to her only to find himself staring into those brown pools Leslin had caught him in when he'd first met her only a day or so before. Bloody bond... "Nothing important." "The only way to get an answer to a question is to ask it..." Kura pitched in. "Alright. Have any Aes Sedai ever bonded shadow-spawn? Like a Myrddraal or Trolloc or anything of the sort?" "Light no! The very thought is disturbing!" gasped Leslin, looking aghast, "I'm not sure if it can even be done. It is a rather interesting idea... not one I'd try out though..." Teron grinned to himself. An interesting idea... and one he somewhat liked. Teron, despite his bad habits, was true to the Lord Dragon in every way possible, but he oculdn't help the thought. Myrddraal warders would be a fearsome thing. He might just try it sometime... "We did not explain the bonding weaves to you so you could try and bond shadow-spawn, Teron..." said Leslin. Teron slouched in his saddle. Bloody Bond...
Farran laughed. He did not even know which country he was in, but this new land was to him like a dream. His army marched forward across the field, towards the forces of the unknown nation which they were now invading. The enemy's forces were smaller than his own, and their men screamed and ran as the Ares Milon began making their usual weaves of death and destruction through the enemy's ranks. Men died from their bodies exploding, being crushed, snapped in half, combusting, tearing apart or simply melting. The screams of the dying echoed in the air, and Farran smile grew, though it was not a joyful smile. It was a sick smile. A sadistic smile. This is what he had lived most of his life. He was born for battle, raised for battle, and lived in battle. He assumed he would die in battle. The screams and moans were almost like a familiar friend. Then the Ares Milon stopped and the infantry charged in. The clang of sleet on steel and more screams were even more welcome, the clangs sounding like notes of a beautiful instrument to Farran. Their melody was simple, but complex at the same time. A struggle of two souls locked in combat to-the-death. Two beings trying to kill each other with weapons. Weapons of death, but also instruments of such beautiful sounds. Farran smiles and closed his eyes a moment, enjoying the sound. At first he had wanted to lead the attack, but the high nobles had ordered him not to. Now his simple sat back in his saddle and enjoyed the melody of death. The melody which came from the instruments of destruction.
By Gahzskul
[Author's Note] You'll have to excuse any errors on continuity between the prologue and the following chapters, as it's been several years between he prologue and this
point. Thanks.
Chapter Six – Instruments of Destruction
Teron rode with the two Aes Sedai the following day, heading to Arafel. He found himself constantly on edge, still unaccustomed to the presence in the back of his head, and still somewhat uncertain of his situation. He also found himself constantly scanning the area around them with sweeps of his head.
Every now and then Leslin would turn and look at him, and the presence in his head would flash with happiness and satisfaction. And anticipation? Maybe he read it wrong. He wondered what she was thinking. What would the White Tower think when they found she had bonded an Asha'man. In many people's minds men like him were shadow-spawn, yet here he was, bonded to an Aes Sedai. Teron found himself wondering if any Aes Sedai had ever actually bonded shadow-spawn. That would be interesting...
"What are you curious about, Teron?" cames Leslin's voice, and he looked to her only to find himself staring into those brown pools Leslin had caught him in when he'd first met her only a day or so before. Bloody bond... "Nothing important." "The only way to get an answer to a question is to ask it..." Kura pitched in. "Alright. Have any Aes Sedai ever bonded shadow-spawn? Like a Myrddraal or Trolloc or anything of the sort?" "Light no! The very thought is disturbing!" gasped Leslin, looking aghast, "I'm not sure if it can even be done. It is a rather interesting idea... not one I'd try out though..." Teron grinned to himself. An interesting idea... and one he somewhat liked. Teron, despite his bad habits, was true to the Lord Dragon in every way possible, but he oculdn't help the thought. Myrddraal warders would be a fearsome thing. He might just try it sometime... "We did not explain the bonding weaves to you so you could try and bond shadow-spawn, Teron..." said Leslin. Teron slouched in his saddle. Bloody Bond...
Farran laughed. He did not even know which country he was in, but this new land was to him like a dream. His army marched forward across the field, towards the forces of the unknown nation which they were now invading. The enemy's forces were smaller than his own, and their men screamed and ran as the Ares Milon began making their usual weaves of death and destruction through the enemy's ranks. Men died from their bodies exploding, being crushed, snapped in half, combusting, tearing apart or simply melting. The screams of the dying echoed in the air, and Farran smile grew, though it was not a joyful smile. It was a sick smile. A sadistic smile. This is what he had lived most of his life. He was born for battle, raised for battle, and lived in battle. He assumed he would die in battle. The screams and moans were almost like a familiar friend. Then the Ares Milon stopped and the infantry charged in. The clang of sleet on steel and more screams were even more welcome, the clangs sounding like notes of a beautiful instrument to Farran. Their melody was simple, but complex at the same time. A struggle of two souls locked in combat to-the-death. Two beings trying to kill each other with weapons. Weapons of death, but also instruments of such beautiful sounds. Farran smiles and closed his eyes a moment, enjoying the sound. At first he had wanted to lead the attack, but the high nobles had ordered him not to. Now his simple sat back in his saddle and enjoyed the melody of death. The melody which came from the instruments of destruction.