Wheel of Time Chapter 2
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me except for Erin, Talissa, Aman'mai and Hunter (so far) everyone else belongs to the almighty author RJ.
A/N: All of this is my interpretations of the book and it's characters so don't blame me for what I write unless it's a major character flaw-like making Mat gay, I mean, come on the guys got three girl friends! Please review! Need feedback to work on, any ideas would be v. helpful.
And heeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee we go!
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Aram looked down at his feet, ashamed.
"You had no reason to go out of your way to attack an innocent girl, Aram! One, might I add, that must have dreamed herself here by accident. By what you have told me, she must be frightened out of her wits! You had no right to attack at all! Do you hear me, Aram? We are supposed to lay low or stay at the University! Not to start mugging people-innocent people in their dreams! By her actions, I don't believe she was out to attack me or Faile or anybody else for that matter so don't try to wriggle out it! You are not to go around attacking people who may or may not pose as a threat! Do you understand me?" Perrin was red in the face and breathing heavily. His fingers were stroking the long handle of the axe by his side. Aram shifted his feet nervously. Perrin started to growl softly.
"Yes, sir." replied Aram steadily after a slight hesitation.
"Hmmm, good. Don't let it happen again." Perrin strode off with Faile clinging to his heels behind him trying to get him interested in investing in suitable door re-enforcers, just in case, you must understand. Faile had heard all about the fangirl stampedes in the other universities, and though she was confident that Perrin could resist them, did not want to take chances.
Aram walked towards his quarters in the other direction, pondering. Aram liked to consider himself a ponderer. He thought (or pondered as it may be) that he was not so fast as others in thinking. He liked to think things through thoroughly, like Perrin he mused. Yes, just like Perrin.
Walking down the corridors of WOTTF he wondered (or pondered) about how it would be to have them filled with shrieking students. Men and women, Aman'mai had said when she'd asked. But then she had given him a look that clearly said that if he thought to do anything apart from giving pain to the female students, he would have to think again.
Sighing heavily he opened the door to his bedroom and collapsed in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "Tomorrow is going to be a bad day," he murmured to himself, it was almost as if he was having a foretelling of a sort.
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Something was shaking Erin hard, very hard.
"Wake up, you! Wake up!"
"Mghsndhgahgk... gerroff me, you bastard..."
Erin proceeded to groggily push the arms that held her away. "Awha? Awheh? You?" Erin looked at the concerned face hovering above her head. "Whoa..." Clutching a hand to her head, she very unsteadily got up and peered at the girl standing in front of her. The girl looked as if she was about to catch something.
"Why is everything moving?" Erin stumbled and the girl dived to grab her arm and hold her steady. "I'm Talissa, an Aiel Wise One, you didn't show up at the morning assembly with the rest of your roommates so I came up here to check up on you." Talissa steered her out of the room. "You still need to get your books for class but I'm afraid that Lan won't want you coming in late and disturbing his concentration so you'll have to borrow someone else's until I can get them to you."
Erin looked around her. High vaulted ceilings with columns banded with several colours lined the hallway and a multi-coloured carpet lay upon the floor.
"Umm, weird that I don't know and all, but where the hell am I?" asked Erin, still not completely awake. Yet.
"You're in WOTTF: A university for training Wheel of Time Fanfictors. We'll be training you in the art of writing a good fic instead of that . . . other stuff you write." Talissa gestured at a door in front of them vaguely and it swung open to a courtyard outside where a man was standing in front of a great crowd of people, who were randomly throwing questions at him.
"What about Lily Dances On Tiptoes?" came one question from the mass around him.
"And what about my one, Macho Man Makes Dead Meat?"
"Candlesticks In The Wind?"
"ENOUGH!" the fairly large and stern looking man yelled.
"Oh dear" murmured Talissa. "I thought he would be able to handle this, but obviously it's straining his Warder training."
"Warder training?" asked Erin, but she got no further.
"Ah! The slug-a-bed has arisen! Welcome to A Guide To Proper Sword Forms 212, I'm Lan and you. are going to do whatever I tell you for the next hour. Clear?" Erin could only nod dumbly.
Lan twisted to face the students who had turned to look at him, "Good. Now I want us ALL to work on these forms." He then proceeded to do what seemed only a blur to the Fanfictors-in-training. "Did you all catch that?" several people shook their heads but Lan seemed to be blind to their protests.
"Right then. Continue practice."
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Talissa had seemed to disappear as soon as Lan's class had begun so Erin was on her own in finding her next class. She decided to find help in a fellow student who had managed to get her books (and map of the grounds) before breakfast.
"My legs are going to collapse from under me," groaned a girl called Melanie, who happened to be in the Aes Sedai classes with Erin.
"Your legs? My heart is still doing somersaults!" a self-proclaimed Lan- luster, called Jess cried from the other side of the group of Fanfictors-to- be.
Erin couldn't stand lusters of any sort. They were all so ditzy and stupid in how they blindly followed their heart's desire towards certain doom. But then again, Erin found a sort of justice in their pain.
"Oooh! Look what we've got next! An Idiot's Guide To Saidar 434, we've got Elaida and Moiraine Sedai," squealed Leanne, "I can't wait to learn this magic stuff . . . thing."
"I BEG YOUR PARDON?" came a loud and impervious voice from behind them. Erin closed her eyes; Nyneave was the only Aes Sedai she could imagine in having that kind of a voice.
Leanne visibly cringed under Nyneave's gaze, "I-I-I-I beg y-y-y-your pard-d- don, Nyneave Sedai."
"This 'magic stuff' is saidar, a power so pure that it could kill you and is not to be tossed off as some. some thing!" Nyneave looked pointedly at Erin and Melanie.
"I believe you have a class to go to." She said coolly.
"Oh but Leanne." Erin tried to put a word in for her friend. "Elaida and Moiraine will not be happy if you are late." Glaring at them, Erin realized that it wasn't Leanne's neck that was really in danger.
"Yes, Nyneave Sedai."
Erin and Melanie walked quickly to the next corner and then broke off at a dead run, arriving in class just as Elaida was closing the door.
"Girls, you just made it in time. Lovely." Elaida's smile did not reach her crystal blue eyes, "We'll need a few volunteers in demonstrating how hard it is training to become an Aes Sedai. Hopefully it will encourage young women not to stray on the way to class and enlightenment."
As they sat down Erin looked at both faces of the Aes Sedai at the front of the class and resolved never to cross any Aes Sedai ever.
Melanie passed a piece of paper:
***We are dead. They hate us. They are evil. Evil, I tell you! ***
"Erin, I believe? What is that you are holding there, dear? I'd much like to see it." Elaida was standing over her with a steely grin fixed maniacally on her face like a painted clown's face.
Hoo, boy.
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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews so far, would like more though so please keep all feedback coming., the plot will be coming in soon so don't worry. At the moment it's still just setting out the basics.
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FEET?
Yes D.O., they're at the bottom of your legs.
OH, I KNEW THAT. EASY
Sure
FEAR ME!
No.
**silence**
GO AWAY.
No. Is my poor little D.O. upsetty-wetty?
SHUT UP!
Uh oh, I think he is.
FEEL MY WRATH!
Sure.
AMAN'MAI . . .!
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Oooh! Look at that lurve-ah-ly button down there, maybe you could send me a pretty message if you click on it!
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me except for Erin, Talissa, Aman'mai and Hunter (so far) everyone else belongs to the almighty author RJ.
A/N: All of this is my interpretations of the book and it's characters so don't blame me for what I write unless it's a major character flaw-like making Mat gay, I mean, come on the guys got three girl friends! Please review! Need feedback to work on, any ideas would be v. helpful.
And heeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee we go!
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Aram looked down at his feet, ashamed.
"You had no reason to go out of your way to attack an innocent girl, Aram! One, might I add, that must have dreamed herself here by accident. By what you have told me, she must be frightened out of her wits! You had no right to attack at all! Do you hear me, Aram? We are supposed to lay low or stay at the University! Not to start mugging people-innocent people in their dreams! By her actions, I don't believe she was out to attack me or Faile or anybody else for that matter so don't try to wriggle out it! You are not to go around attacking people who may or may not pose as a threat! Do you understand me?" Perrin was red in the face and breathing heavily. His fingers were stroking the long handle of the axe by his side. Aram shifted his feet nervously. Perrin started to growl softly.
"Yes, sir." replied Aram steadily after a slight hesitation.
"Hmmm, good. Don't let it happen again." Perrin strode off with Faile clinging to his heels behind him trying to get him interested in investing in suitable door re-enforcers, just in case, you must understand. Faile had heard all about the fangirl stampedes in the other universities, and though she was confident that Perrin could resist them, did not want to take chances.
Aram walked towards his quarters in the other direction, pondering. Aram liked to consider himself a ponderer. He thought (or pondered as it may be) that he was not so fast as others in thinking. He liked to think things through thoroughly, like Perrin he mused. Yes, just like Perrin.
Walking down the corridors of WOTTF he wondered (or pondered) about how it would be to have them filled with shrieking students. Men and women, Aman'mai had said when she'd asked. But then she had given him a look that clearly said that if he thought to do anything apart from giving pain to the female students, he would have to think again.
Sighing heavily he opened the door to his bedroom and collapsed in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "Tomorrow is going to be a bad day," he murmured to himself, it was almost as if he was having a foretelling of a sort.
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Something was shaking Erin hard, very hard.
"Wake up, you! Wake up!"
"Mghsndhgahgk... gerroff me, you bastard..."
Erin proceeded to groggily push the arms that held her away. "Awha? Awheh? You?" Erin looked at the concerned face hovering above her head. "Whoa..." Clutching a hand to her head, she very unsteadily got up and peered at the girl standing in front of her. The girl looked as if she was about to catch something.
"Why is everything moving?" Erin stumbled and the girl dived to grab her arm and hold her steady. "I'm Talissa, an Aiel Wise One, you didn't show up at the morning assembly with the rest of your roommates so I came up here to check up on you." Talissa steered her out of the room. "You still need to get your books for class but I'm afraid that Lan won't want you coming in late and disturbing his concentration so you'll have to borrow someone else's until I can get them to you."
Erin looked around her. High vaulted ceilings with columns banded with several colours lined the hallway and a multi-coloured carpet lay upon the floor.
"Umm, weird that I don't know and all, but where the hell am I?" asked Erin, still not completely awake. Yet.
"You're in WOTTF: A university for training Wheel of Time Fanfictors. We'll be training you in the art of writing a good fic instead of that . . . other stuff you write." Talissa gestured at a door in front of them vaguely and it swung open to a courtyard outside where a man was standing in front of a great crowd of people, who were randomly throwing questions at him.
"What about Lily Dances On Tiptoes?" came one question from the mass around him.
"And what about my one, Macho Man Makes Dead Meat?"
"Candlesticks In The Wind?"
"ENOUGH!" the fairly large and stern looking man yelled.
"Oh dear" murmured Talissa. "I thought he would be able to handle this, but obviously it's straining his Warder training."
"Warder training?" asked Erin, but she got no further.
"Ah! The slug-a-bed has arisen! Welcome to A Guide To Proper Sword Forms 212, I'm Lan and you. are going to do whatever I tell you for the next hour. Clear?" Erin could only nod dumbly.
Lan twisted to face the students who had turned to look at him, "Good. Now I want us ALL to work on these forms." He then proceeded to do what seemed only a blur to the Fanfictors-in-training. "Did you all catch that?" several people shook their heads but Lan seemed to be blind to their protests.
"Right then. Continue practice."
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Talissa had seemed to disappear as soon as Lan's class had begun so Erin was on her own in finding her next class. She decided to find help in a fellow student who had managed to get her books (and map of the grounds) before breakfast.
"My legs are going to collapse from under me," groaned a girl called Melanie, who happened to be in the Aes Sedai classes with Erin.
"Your legs? My heart is still doing somersaults!" a self-proclaimed Lan- luster, called Jess cried from the other side of the group of Fanfictors-to- be.
Erin couldn't stand lusters of any sort. They were all so ditzy and stupid in how they blindly followed their heart's desire towards certain doom. But then again, Erin found a sort of justice in their pain.
"Oooh! Look what we've got next! An Idiot's Guide To Saidar 434, we've got Elaida and Moiraine Sedai," squealed Leanne, "I can't wait to learn this magic stuff . . . thing."
"I BEG YOUR PARDON?" came a loud and impervious voice from behind them. Erin closed her eyes; Nyneave was the only Aes Sedai she could imagine in having that kind of a voice.
Leanne visibly cringed under Nyneave's gaze, "I-I-I-I beg y-y-y-your pard-d- don, Nyneave Sedai."
"This 'magic stuff' is saidar, a power so pure that it could kill you and is not to be tossed off as some. some thing!" Nyneave looked pointedly at Erin and Melanie.
"I believe you have a class to go to." She said coolly.
"Oh but Leanne." Erin tried to put a word in for her friend. "Elaida and Moiraine will not be happy if you are late." Glaring at them, Erin realized that it wasn't Leanne's neck that was really in danger.
"Yes, Nyneave Sedai."
Erin and Melanie walked quickly to the next corner and then broke off at a dead run, arriving in class just as Elaida was closing the door.
"Girls, you just made it in time. Lovely." Elaida's smile did not reach her crystal blue eyes, "We'll need a few volunteers in demonstrating how hard it is training to become an Aes Sedai. Hopefully it will encourage young women not to stray on the way to class and enlightenment."
As they sat down Erin looked at both faces of the Aes Sedai at the front of the class and resolved never to cross any Aes Sedai ever.
Melanie passed a piece of paper:
***We are dead. They hate us. They are evil. Evil, I tell you! ***
"Erin, I believe? What is that you are holding there, dear? I'd much like to see it." Elaida was standing over her with a steely grin fixed maniacally on her face like a painted clown's face.
Hoo, boy.
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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews so far, would like more though so please keep all feedback coming., the plot will be coming in soon so don't worry. At the moment it's still just setting out the basics.
***********
FEET?
Yes D.O., they're at the bottom of your legs.
OH, I KNEW THAT. EASY
Sure
FEAR ME!
No.
**silence**
GO AWAY.
No. Is my poor little D.O. upsetty-wetty?
SHUT UP!
Uh oh, I think he is.
FEEL MY WRATH!
Sure.
AMAN'MAI . . .!
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Oooh! Look at that lurve-ah-ly button down there, maybe you could send me a pretty message if you click on it!