"The horn shall be blown,

fire shall rain from

the heavens and the sword

known as fate shall be

raised signaling the Dark Lords return"

-Prophecy Of Fate

-An Account By Lassador Krolors

-One of the six Prophets

Chapter One

The Medic Tent

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 when the age that gave its birth comes again. In one age called the third age by some an age yet to come, an age long in the past. A wind rose on Almoth Plain. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the wheel of time but, it was a beginning.

Eastward the wind blew, passing over the mountains of Mist entering the two rivers. Disturbing the leaves of a tree just beginning to show the signs of the fall season. The leaves glide in the wind and land just east of the tree on the farm of Kes An'Rroth. Kes An'Rroth had the most beautiful daughter. The local farmboys would beg to work on the farm just for a chance to get a glimpse of Shima An'Rroth. Though her father warned her against it she always convinced one of the local farmboys-which wasn't all that hard-to do her chores and run her errands. And, this is where we will begin the story, on Kes An'Rroth's farm.

The sun gleamed through the window into Shima's Room, creating a patch of light on her bed almost on the exact center of where she laid asleep. The suns heat beat down on Shima causing her nightgown to cling to her body because of the sudden build up of sweat bringing out an outline of her entire slim body. Suddenly she awoke stumbling quickly out of her bed. "Blood and Ashes I slept in again. Fathers going to kill me!" Shima quickly pushed herself up and walked to her dresser. Shima's dresser consisted of two drawers made out of the smoothest oak wood. The handles were pure gold and a mirror rested on top of the dresser. Shima firmly gripped one of the golden knobs and pulled open one of the drawers and began tossing clothing around the room. Just when the drawer was about empty she found what she was looking for. A quite revealing brown two rivers dress. Slipping the dress on over her night garments she quickly rushed out into the fields. Young farm boys were working the fields trying to prepare the fields in time for winter. Some of the local farmboys stopped-Until one of the adult farmers threatened to make them work the fields during the winter-to watch Shima as she crossed the fields. She soon found her father in one of western most fields working on pulling the last few things of corn from the ground. His brown farmers outfit covered in dirt from the endless labor he preformed. "Its about time you awoke Shima. I have expected you to sleep all afternoon." Shima let out a short sigh of relief but unsure why. Fathers still going to kill me. "I suppose this boy was well worth it. Had to of been since you were out so late with him." Shima had been sneaking out every night since the whitecloaks came to the Two Rivers attempting to get a glimpse of one of the whitecloak camps however the constant patrols kept her far from it. "Yes, Father we had such a great time. We went star gazing and had a picnic…" Her father had been on the assumption for several months now that she was seeing a boy whenever she snuck out of her room. "Well that's the past now your mother needs some help up at the medical tents." A tent was setup shortly after the whitecloaks arrival and her mother-The Wisdom of her village-was up at the tents night and day helping mend to the whitecloaks wounded in battle. "And bring this to her please. She sure to be starving after all the work she has been doing." Shima's father handed her a basket full of fresh potatoes, corn, and baked bread. Shima glad that her dad had forgotten about the boy quickly rushed away towards the tents to the north.

The whitecloaks medical tents were lined up in a straight organized fashion-the whitecloaks always seamed to keep the camps organized even when in a hurry-and all white as the first snowfall every winter. After inspecting each tent closely she found the one she was looking for. It was larger than any of the other tents. The white flaps tied shut in a poor attempt to keep in the sounds of whitecloaks screaming in pain. Stitched at the very top of the tent with the finest Two Rivers fabric was the An'Rroth family seal. A blue crescent moon with three golden stars just above the lower part of the moon. Shima quickly untied the strings holding the flaps shut and pushed her way inside. Several piles of armor laid in the one of the far corners of the tent. Several dozen beds were lined up in a neat row-even in a medical tent they kept things organized-most containing a wounded whitecloak soldier. Standing over one of the far beds was Shima's mother wrapping bandages around a whitecloak's head. Shima put down the basket and walked over to her mother resting a hand on her shoulder as she stared into the whitecloak's eyes and immediately picked up hatred, weather it was for the Wisdom or Trollocs it was unclear. Since her mother became Wisdom three years ago-as if some benefit from having a mother Wisdom-She could read people. From how they were feeling to what they were planning on doing. Though she kept this secret from her parents who would probably tell her either she was making it all up or claim her a Darkfiend. Either way she had refused to tell her parents. The whitecloak himself was badly injured several cuts lied across his chest and his leg-which the Wisdom had yet to reveal to the whitecloak-was near unrecognizable with the look of being-most likely by several hungry Trollocs-eaten in several spots. Her mother finally realizing Shima had arrived quickly stopped what she was doing and tossed bandages from one of the nearby tables. "Get to helping the whitecloaks over there…" She pointed to one of the rows of beds along the west tent wall. "…And only help those that need it. I don't want you wasting bandages on those whitecloaks with minor cuts or that can live without help for several more hours…" Shima's mother continued working on the whitecloak from earlier as she was speaking. "…We are running low on bandages as it is and I don't want you wasting…" Shima drowned out her mother's speaking as she began working on one of the Whitecloaks. The Whitecloak looked younger than the others just entering into adulthood no older than eighteen. Shima looked into his eyes and saw terror and worry. Don't worry I'm here to help. She thought as she lost herself into her work.