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Chapter 1- Patterns of the Wheel
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth and even myth is long forgotten whent eh Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the city of Tear. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither brginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
Rand paced across his bedchamber in Tear as Min lazily watched from the bed. "Come rest and be rid of your worries, sheepherder," Min called. "I can't," Rand said, "the effort to push the Two Rivers away from me results in the forsaken planning an attack on it. My friends and family are in a danger that I must face."
"You should you confront the danger Rand," Min told him. "See if Mat and Perrin can come because if the information is right and the rest of the forsaken are there then we will need all the help we can get."
"Hold on Min, we?" Rand asked.
Min slowly got of the bed, her face much harder now. "If you think that I am not coming, guess again," Min said as she produced a knife from up her sleeve and then made it disappear again with a twirl. "Don't evern try me sheepherder."
"Alright," Rand sighed, "let me ask Bashere for advice." Rand formed the void in his head, barely thinking it was so rountine.As he took hold of saidin, sweet life filled him until he was ready to burst. Every grain of the door lept closer as Rand wove air to open the door. The Aiel outside peered in.
"Send for Bashere," Rand commanded. The maidens guarding him flashed hand talk and then one turned and walked away. While waiting for Bashere, Rand took out his now-dusty flute. He could hardly remember the songs he had used to play back before he knew he was the Dragon Reborn.He sighed inwardly at that memory, but then oushed it away. He had to be hard.
Just then Bashere walked in with Lan and Logain. "What should we do?" Rand asked.
"We should meet them head on in power," Logain said as he walked up. "The last battle is coming and the forsaken must be gotten rid of. This is a way."
Nynaeve wasright behind Lan. "What do you think Lan and Bashere, should we even attack the foraken?" Rand asked. He was already forming a battle plan.
"Oh yes," Lan replied. Bashere seemed a little worried. "We will have to have many people who can channel if we are to even think of this," he stated. "I'd say gather your forces and strike, but we must do it with mininal losses."
"We,if we are all in agreement, lets begin planing," Rand said as they gathered around a table with maps lying on it. "What sort of forces do we have?"
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Sorry it's so short. I haven't had much time to work on it. Next chapter will be longer.