Before you read this, there are two things I must tell you.
1. I don't own WoT. It belongs to Robert Jordan. If I owned WoT, I would be rich, and I wouldn't be writing FANfics! I would be writing the actual thing!
2. There are spoilers in here, so don't read this unless you read Books 1-9, or if you just don't care.
Okay, that's out of the way. Read this and enjoy! And remember to review! Please?
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Chapter 1 - They're Gone!
written by She Who Walks the Night
*~*~*~*
Rand al'Thor grinned. He finally had a quiet day off. The Maidens were guarding the door, keeping any pesky visitors out. No one would disturb him, except for a few choice people. Quiet, peace, relaxion, and--
"RAND AL'THOR!"
Speak of the devil...
Rand cringed when he heard the shriek. He should've known it was too good to be true. "Yes, Nynaeve?" he answered, a bit fearfully. The Yellow Aes Sedai was one of the few people the Maidens would let by without question.
"They're gone!"
Rand blinked, clueless. "What's gone?"
Nynaeve stomped into the room, looking ready to spit nails. Lan followed her, looking as pathetic and sheepish as a rock can look. "Your girlfriends are gone!" Nynaeve yelled.
The Dragon Reborn blinked again. "Wha-what?!" He was shocked. "Elayne, Aviendha, and Min? All three of them?"
Nynaeve gave a short nod. Her glare was angry enough to make a Myrddraal run away scared.
"I wondered why it was so quiet," Rand muttered.
Nynaeve's glare intensified as though she had heard the remark. Rand considered shielding her from the True Source. There was no telling what Nynaeve would do if she decided to use the Power.
"Don't even think about it!" Nynaeve snapped.
Rand blinked yet again. "Think about what?" he asked, trying to sound innocent.
Nynaeve's eyes narrowed, and Rand reached back to rub the goosebumps that had popped up on the back of his neck. His eyes widened as he realized what the woman had just done. "Nynaeve, please don't channel at me. PLEASE don't channel!" he begged.
"Oh, pipe down," Nynaeve said. And with that, she stuffed a gag of Air in Rand's mouth.
Rand rolled his eyes.
"Now, listen up," Nynaeve said. "And quit that!"
Rand jerked and stared at her.
"Elayne, Min, and Aviendha are gone. They were taken by some short woman with silvery hair. I think she's a Forsaken," Nynaeve said.
Rand pointed frantically at his mouth, then at Nynaeve. Then he made a pleading gesture.
Nynaeve grumbled something, then removed the gag.
"A short silver-haired woman?" Rand repeated. "That doesn't sound like a Forsaken I know." 'Eep,' he thought, realizing that those bloody memories from Lews Therin were filtering through again.
Nynaeve ignored the remark. "She said something about her name being Cyndane and something else about the Great Lord of the Dark before dragging your harem through a gateway. I think she took them to Shayol Ghul. Andor will be in an uproar if they find out their queen has disappeared, and the Wise Ones are going to be royally pissed off when they hear about Aviendha, if they don't know already."
Rand gulped. He was not ready to go to Shayol Ghul yet.
[Yes, we'll go. Death will come at last. Oh, Ilyena!] wailed Lews Therin.
[Shut up!] Rand snarled at him. Aloud he said, "And what do you want me to do about it?"
"You're going to Shayol Ghul and getting those girls back, sheepherder," Lan said.
Rand blinked at him. That was the first time the man had spoken since he'd arrived with Nynaeve. "Okay, I'll go," he sighed. "Let me call the other two."
***
A/N: Yeah, well, phones are being installed in Randland, at least for this story. Perhaps they should have cell phones? Ah, why not?
***
Rand whipped out a cell phone and punched in a number.
A few moments and several rings later, a voice answered, "Mat Cauthon here. What's up?"
"Hi, Mat, it's Rand. My girlfriends have been stolen by Darkfriends, or maybe the Forsaken--I'm not sure which--but I need your help."
"You finally got rid of them?" Mat whooped. "I say let the Forsaken keep them!"
"Mat!"
"Hey, sorry, Rand, I'm busy. Tuon's wanting to know who's on the phone, and I can't tell her who you are."
"Why not?! And who's Tuon?"
"Just trust me. And Tuon is the Daughter of the Nine Moons."
"That chick the Aelfinn said you have to marry?"
"Yep." Mat's voice dropped to a whisper. "And she's bald!"
"I heard that!" a voice shrieked.
"Talk to ya later, Rand. I've got to fend off the short, bald girl."
"Later," Rand said.
"Tuon, quit! No, don't do that! I'll have Renna tie an a'dam around your neck if you don't stop it!" Rand heard Mat say before he hung up.
Rand just shook his head and dialed another number.
One ring, two rings, three rings, and then, "Berelain, how many times do I have to tell you--"
"Relax, Perrin, it's Rand."
"Oh, hey, Rand. Sorry about that. Berelain has been driving me bonkers, not to mention putting Faile into a rage."
Rand shuddered. "I feel your pain."
"Yeah. So, what's up?"
"The Forsaken took off with my girlfriends."
"Do you want them back?"
"Of course I want them back!"
"Sorry, my bad. I guess with Faile I assume that..."
"I get it. So, will you help me?"
"Perrin! Have you taken the trash out yet!" a woman shrieked.
"I don't think I can, Rand. Faile will probably try to bash my head in with the rolling pin again if I try leaving anytime soon."
"That's okay. Later, Perrin."
"Later, Rand."
Rand hung up. He sighed. He looked at Nynaeve's expectant face. "I'm on my own. Shayol Ghul, here I come," he said tonelessly.
Nynaeve nodded as though she had known all along. "Well, get going. I'll get Egwene and Gawyn, and we'll await your return."
"Egwene and Gawyn! Why didn't I think of--"
"No."
"Aww..." Rand looked at Nynaeve for a moment. "Will I come back?"
"What, do you think I have the Foretelling or something? Now, get going before Semirhage decides to torture them!"
"Okay--wait a minute! How do you know about Semirhage?" Rand said, a bit suspiciously.
"You rant so much about what Lews Therin says all the time that I picked up a few things," Nynaeve said hastily. "Now, GET GOING!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Rand squeaked. He quickly grabbed Saidin and wove a gateway. He walked through it, hoping that whatever he found on the other side of the gateway would be better than facing Nynaeve.
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What will Rand find at Shayol Ghul? As Robert Jordan would say, RAFO! And as I say, RAFOARUT! That means Read And Find Out And Review Until Then. ^_^
*growl*
Luna: Now, now, Dore, not yet. Wait until they don't review. Then you can attack them, my pretty Darkhound girl.
Dore: *growls again*
Luna: Hehehe...
1. I don't own WoT. It belongs to Robert Jordan. If I owned WoT, I would be rich, and I wouldn't be writing FANfics! I would be writing the actual thing!
2. There are spoilers in here, so don't read this unless you read Books 1-9, or if you just don't care.
Okay, that's out of the way. Read this and enjoy! And remember to review! Please?
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 1 - They're Gone!
written by She Who Walks the Night
*~*~*~*
Rand al'Thor grinned. He finally had a quiet day off. The Maidens were guarding the door, keeping any pesky visitors out. No one would disturb him, except for a few choice people. Quiet, peace, relaxion, and--
"RAND AL'THOR!"
Speak of the devil...
Rand cringed when he heard the shriek. He should've known it was too good to be true. "Yes, Nynaeve?" he answered, a bit fearfully. The Yellow Aes Sedai was one of the few people the Maidens would let by without question.
"They're gone!"
Rand blinked, clueless. "What's gone?"
Nynaeve stomped into the room, looking ready to spit nails. Lan followed her, looking as pathetic and sheepish as a rock can look. "Your girlfriends are gone!" Nynaeve yelled.
The Dragon Reborn blinked again. "Wha-what?!" He was shocked. "Elayne, Aviendha, and Min? All three of them?"
Nynaeve gave a short nod. Her glare was angry enough to make a Myrddraal run away scared.
"I wondered why it was so quiet," Rand muttered.
Nynaeve's glare intensified as though she had heard the remark. Rand considered shielding her from the True Source. There was no telling what Nynaeve would do if she decided to use the Power.
"Don't even think about it!" Nynaeve snapped.
Rand blinked yet again. "Think about what?" he asked, trying to sound innocent.
Nynaeve's eyes narrowed, and Rand reached back to rub the goosebumps that had popped up on the back of his neck. His eyes widened as he realized what the woman had just done. "Nynaeve, please don't channel at me. PLEASE don't channel!" he begged.
"Oh, pipe down," Nynaeve said. And with that, she stuffed a gag of Air in Rand's mouth.
Rand rolled his eyes.
"Now, listen up," Nynaeve said. "And quit that!"
Rand jerked and stared at her.
"Elayne, Min, and Aviendha are gone. They were taken by some short woman with silvery hair. I think she's a Forsaken," Nynaeve said.
Rand pointed frantically at his mouth, then at Nynaeve. Then he made a pleading gesture.
Nynaeve grumbled something, then removed the gag.
"A short silver-haired woman?" Rand repeated. "That doesn't sound like a Forsaken I know." 'Eep,' he thought, realizing that those bloody memories from Lews Therin were filtering through again.
Nynaeve ignored the remark. "She said something about her name being Cyndane and something else about the Great Lord of the Dark before dragging your harem through a gateway. I think she took them to Shayol Ghul. Andor will be in an uproar if they find out their queen has disappeared, and the Wise Ones are going to be royally pissed off when they hear about Aviendha, if they don't know already."
Rand gulped. He was not ready to go to Shayol Ghul yet.
[Yes, we'll go. Death will come at last. Oh, Ilyena!] wailed Lews Therin.
[Shut up!] Rand snarled at him. Aloud he said, "And what do you want me to do about it?"
"You're going to Shayol Ghul and getting those girls back, sheepherder," Lan said.
Rand blinked at him. That was the first time the man had spoken since he'd arrived with Nynaeve. "Okay, I'll go," he sighed. "Let me call the other two."
***
A/N: Yeah, well, phones are being installed in Randland, at least for this story. Perhaps they should have cell phones? Ah, why not?
***
Rand whipped out a cell phone and punched in a number.
A few moments and several rings later, a voice answered, "Mat Cauthon here. What's up?"
"Hi, Mat, it's Rand. My girlfriends have been stolen by Darkfriends, or maybe the Forsaken--I'm not sure which--but I need your help."
"You finally got rid of them?" Mat whooped. "I say let the Forsaken keep them!"
"Mat!"
"Hey, sorry, Rand, I'm busy. Tuon's wanting to know who's on the phone, and I can't tell her who you are."
"Why not?! And who's Tuon?"
"Just trust me. And Tuon is the Daughter of the Nine Moons."
"That chick the Aelfinn said you have to marry?"
"Yep." Mat's voice dropped to a whisper. "And she's bald!"
"I heard that!" a voice shrieked.
"Talk to ya later, Rand. I've got to fend off the short, bald girl."
"Later," Rand said.
"Tuon, quit! No, don't do that! I'll have Renna tie an a'dam around your neck if you don't stop it!" Rand heard Mat say before he hung up.
Rand just shook his head and dialed another number.
One ring, two rings, three rings, and then, "Berelain, how many times do I have to tell you--"
"Relax, Perrin, it's Rand."
"Oh, hey, Rand. Sorry about that. Berelain has been driving me bonkers, not to mention putting Faile into a rage."
Rand shuddered. "I feel your pain."
"Yeah. So, what's up?"
"The Forsaken took off with my girlfriends."
"Do you want them back?"
"Of course I want them back!"
"Sorry, my bad. I guess with Faile I assume that..."
"I get it. So, will you help me?"
"Perrin! Have you taken the trash out yet!" a woman shrieked.
"I don't think I can, Rand. Faile will probably try to bash my head in with the rolling pin again if I try leaving anytime soon."
"That's okay. Later, Perrin."
"Later, Rand."
Rand hung up. He sighed. He looked at Nynaeve's expectant face. "I'm on my own. Shayol Ghul, here I come," he said tonelessly.
Nynaeve nodded as though she had known all along. "Well, get going. I'll get Egwene and Gawyn, and we'll await your return."
"Egwene and Gawyn! Why didn't I think of--"
"No."
"Aww..." Rand looked at Nynaeve for a moment. "Will I come back?"
"What, do you think I have the Foretelling or something? Now, get going before Semirhage decides to torture them!"
"Okay--wait a minute! How do you know about Semirhage?" Rand said, a bit suspiciously.
"You rant so much about what Lews Therin says all the time that I picked up a few things," Nynaeve said hastily. "Now, GET GOING!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Rand squeaked. He quickly grabbed Saidin and wove a gateway. He walked through it, hoping that whatever he found on the other side of the gateway would be better than facing Nynaeve.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
What will Rand find at Shayol Ghul? As Robert Jordan would say, RAFO! And as I say, RAFOARUT! That means Read And Find Out And Review Until Then. ^_^
*growl*
Luna: Now, now, Dore, not yet. Wait until they don't review. Then you can attack them, my pretty Darkhound girl.
Dore: *growls again*
Luna: Hehehe...
