a/n:Simply put this is a idea that sprang out of a sentence in Winter's Heart by one of the forsaken in which it was said that before the whitling down there were atleast 30 Chosen.

disclaimer: Robert Jordan owns all characters except for Glenin, and the world.

Prolouge

Hope, Glenin thought, is such a fragile thing. If spoken of in more than a whisper it would cease to exsist. Yet it was harder to stamp out that an infection. That was what had brought her here. The hope that giving voice to her crimes would somehow make them easier to bare. She would speak now before the council of the Dragon, and tell them every crime she had ever commited in her life. She would leave nothing out. Not the big or the small. She adjusted her black skirts nervously, and licked her lips. She studied the faces that watched her try to discern what they thought. Where was she going to begin? Where had her crimes really started? An image came of a younger version of herself walking up the steps to Collam Daan.That was where she would start the day she came to be Aes Sedi. The room fell silent as she began.

"I was a girl no more than 20...."