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Oh chapter 2! What now! Don't look at me like that I'm not crazy.And this one is a little longer, it'ssuper longbut whatever. And I'm thinking of writing a story about Logain. He reminds me of logan berry dammit now I want some logan berry!


W.O.T world

Rand of course sensed it first and the others followed, Mat spoke up and said that he would check it out the others said that they would go with him but he snapped at them and went off on his own an hour ago. He had been acting so cross of late. Rand didn't have the faintest idea as to what was wrong now with Mat. Ever since they had stopped in the small village of Welling Mat had been acting bizarrely. He faced him earlier trying to calm him down a little, but he just snapped at Rand calling him an idiot and almost shoved him to the ground, only a tree caught his fall when he pushed him. Rand thought about going after him, but decided better against it no reason it make the circumstances bigger than it is with wool-headed violence. Also Moraine had been acting secretly, she didn't even object when Mat said he was going to the source of power by himself. He didn't ask the Aes Sedai for fear of something that he didn't want to know.

Matrim

The branches of the trees were ripping at his arms; birds called wildly as he galloped threw the small forest. He had just taken a random horse from the stable he didn't really care if it or he returned at all. He had asked to go alone to see the power. He thought it suspicious that the Moraine Sedai let him go alone, but then again he didn't care if he lived or died. He had felt empty inside for two and a half months, it just suddenly came on as he watched Perrin, Faile, and Lan sitting together under the stars. Thom, and Moraine were inside the inn talking about whatever, he didn't even bother to listen, and from the looks they'd given him when he walked he knew that they didn't want him to be a part of it. Rand was with Min, Aviendha, and Eylane. He had no one now.

His quarterstaff thumped against his thigh as he ran towards the power he could feel it getting stronger as he moved. He had felt this way before in Two Rivers, were everyone thought he would never make anything of himself just because he liked to fool around. Rand and Perrin pulled those tricks along with him but somehow he always got more blaming than them. He didn't mean to snap like that earlier his head wasn't at all clear at the time. Giving him all the hard jobs that didn't that took him all day so he wouldn't be up to any mischief, even if he tried to show them that he wouldn't do a thing they still didn't take him seriously. And… he was lonely he saw Rand, Eylane, Min, and Aviendha together and Lan and Nynaeve together he felt barren. I hope I do die the thought surprised him, it had such malice, he never thought he think such a thought so thoughtlessly (ME: Yeah say that five times fast!). What if he defeated it would he have enough nerve to kill himself. The only thing he was conscious of was that he was breathing that's why he more or less ran her over.

Matrim was partially out of the saddle as the horse began rear; the figure behind him gave a shriek. He comforted the horse down then hopped off, after one more check of calming the horse, he turned to whatever he almost ran over. As he thought it was a girl, he guessed by only a few glances while he was fixing the horse and her yell sounded a little high pitched. Now she was cowering, her back was against an oak tree she was staring at him with a cautious expression the power was fading like a fire being slowly dowsed. He took a step near her, a twig snapped underneath his boot she convulsed at the sound and pressed against the tree more. A wounded expression crossed her pale face; her left hand flew to her ribs on the conflicting side. Mat strode to her, her gold eyes following his every move. He didn't in truth trust her for all he knew she could be a Dark friend or an ambush. But something compelled him to help her, he thought about leaving her here for someone or something else to find but that left him with crudeness in his mouth.

"What hurts?" Mat asked her as he kneeled down so they were eye level. The auburn haired girl hesitated before replying him and when she did he could hardly hear her.

"My ribs," She took her hand away with an aching gasp. Mat with no delay replaced it with his hand, and to her soreness he press along the ribs. Nothing that he could feel was misplaced or broken she just bruised them. She was still watching his movements but her breathing had slowed and her face looked softer. For the first time Matrim got a good look at her; her hair still had leaves in it, her skin was flaxen but it was so white it looked like she was dead; her brown hair barely passed her small shoulders. Her clothes were very strange made with foreign material, an open jacket showed a black corset, which showed cleavage of her chest that, was a little swollen and above the corset was a silk turquoise shirt. Mat realized that he was staring at her, and quickly tried to cover it.

"What is your name?" He asked with awkwardness. A hint of smile touched the girl's face.

"Sadie Ikalnen," She gave him a small smile afterwards. Sadie relaxed after she said it although her soft face still looked a little wary of him, and she wasn't flat against the tree now. He smiled back at her, got up and extended a hand to help her. He let her hand fall and went to the horse bringing it over to her. He said nothing but she got the idea that he wanted her to get on the horse; Mat climbed on behind her and kicked the horse's flank sending them off on a gallop. It was silent as they rode. Mat was overjoyed that she couldn't see his face; he glanced back and forth between the path and Sadie. She was swiveling her head from side to side her knuckles were white from gripping the pommel of the saddle, and her whole body was shaking, Mat didn't think she realized it. He had dozens of girls from tavern maids to the Daughter-heir of Andor, but he had seen none so pretty as her. He wondered what Moraine Sedai was planning he had a feeling that she knew Sadie was coming. The power coming from Sadie was fading but it was still powerful, and finally after a brain lapse Mat realized that she was an Aes Sedai. I'm being a cotton head y, she's absolutely pretty, but an Aes Sedai? But she's so young couldn't be older than seventeen Then again Egwene was young too. And there's no agelessness on her face she seventeen maybe eighteen at the most. She doesn't have to an Aes Sedai she could be a wilder. But in anyway she can still weave sadair. He noticed the ring on her hand. I doubt that she's a Darkfriend she probably would have already tried to kill me by now. No not a Darkfriend. Light please, not a Darkfriend. He stared off into the trees forgetting she was in the saddle with him. She finally broke the uneasy stillness.

"Where are we going?" She asked quietly, she tried too turn to get a look at Mat.

"To see Moraine Sedai, she'll explain everything then again she may not. If you mind may I ask if you're an Aes Sedai?"

"I am a Aes Sedai. At least that's what my brother said. And where is Moraine Sedai?" He had been looking straight ahead now he looked at her eyes they were almost as royal purple as her ring, and they had gold spattered across them.

"You are near Tar Valon in the country of Andor." Mat saw her mouth the word Andor and she moved her lips slightly as if she was talking to her self and shook her head slightly. Maybe she was talking to her self Rand did it. The rest of the trip was silent; finally Mat could see the city walls, Sadie sifted in the saddle. Then it went down hill, when three trollocs sprang from the forest around them. Followed by a Half-man.

Shock prevented Matrim from reacting right a way. The trolloc's round blade glazed his shoulder as he pulled the horse around the dark creatures. The cut stung, and the whipping wind made it worse, he thought of slowing the horse down but banished the thought as he heard the stomping of the trollocs. Sadie was leaning forward gripping the brindle of the saddle. Mat knew he could not out run the Myrddraal who had his own black horse. The dark horse was getting closer to them; the walls of the city were getting closer by the second, but they would never make it to Rand and Moraine in time. The wall was barley three hundred spans away. He made up his mind. Mat rode for two hundred spans more then shoved the girl out of the saddle and rounded on the Myrddraal and the trollocs, drawing notching the bow his bow, with the half spear. Shock prevented Matrim from reacting right a way. The trolloc's round blade glazed his shoulder as he pulled the horse around the dark creatures. The cut stung, and the whipping wind made it worse, he thought of slowing the horse down but banished the thought as he heard the stomping of the trollocs. Sadie was leaning forward gripping the brindle of the saddle. Mat knew he could not out run the Myrddraal who had his own black horse. The dark horse was getting closer to them; the walls of the city were getting closer by the second, but they would never make it to Rand and Moraine in time. The wall was barley three hundred spans away. He made up his mind. Mat rode for two hundred spans more then shoved the girl out of the saddle and rounded on the Myrddraal and the trollocs, drawing notching the bow his bow, with the quarterstaff.

Sadie

I landed hard on the ground, which didn't surprise me because I was just pushed off of a moving horse. Sticks and stones ripped at my forearms and my face. Only hesitating a second, I rolled until I was kneeling, I looked until I saw the guy that pushed me. My vision was blurred and my head spun like a blender and my right forearm stung like salt was being rubbed in a cut. He was at least a hundred feet away, the Myrddraal and the trollocs were charging on him, he wouldn't survive when they attacked. Of course it began to thunder, and drizzle. Trying to regain my balance I started towards them, I had to help the guy didn't seem all that bad, and I couldn't let those hideous creatures tear him limb from limb. I summoned some power, they were gaining, and I started running.

The trollocs let out a howl as they reached him. The guy drew the bow and let it go, it struck one of the mutated trollocs in the eye knocking it to the ground, and another arrow hit the other the other in the throat killing it. He shot futile arrows at the Half-man, after five he swung the bow onto his shoulder, hopped off the gray horse, taking stance with his half spear. I was now behind him as he uselessly dove at the creature. The Half-man evaded the spear easily; he caught the man's forearm and pushed forward mercilessly then it took one of its opponent's own arrow and stabbed him hard in the ribs. The guy doubled over but pulled out the arrow. The Fade laughed manically it dark hood finding its most of it's face. It wasn't a Half-man it was a dark friend guised as a Myrddraal! The human kicked the man in the head rendering him unconscious then began kicking him in the chest and stomach. Hearing bones break and my savior's yell of pain I took action. The Darkfriend cried out as I sent almost all of my power at it. The violet flame of my power engulfed the vile man, melting its armor. He bent over in pain screaming for his life he sank to the ground still pleading until he was totally swallowed up by my fire and lay there dead and smoldering. I went over to my rescuer and put his head in my lap, I used a little too much power I barely made it over to him, but I attempted to Heal him. The bone in his arm snapped in to place, alongwithhis rib's they creaked as they snapped into placesickeningly, I pushed more of thePower through, I was getting tired and my head still felt like I was just droppedon it,he didn't look they he had just been beaten by a Darkfriend most of the bleeding from his head stopped and he muttered as I finished the Healing, something about Aes Sedai. I couldn't get him off my lap I had to hurl, hands were on my shoulders and voices were all around but they sound miles away. The hands shook me a voice told to stay awake another name yelled Mat. Instead I fell sideways everything going from gray to unconsciousness.

On one side light the other side dark. To the dark an overwhelming feeling of power, the feeling that I was in control of everything I had servents at my feet, and shadowspawn alike. On the other sidethe grass was viberent andswallows sang, the feeling of power was still there but I was laying on something, someone. Who ever it was smoothed my hair back and whisperedin my ears but the words wentinone ear and out the other. My brain was like a sieve to everything except the power. I heard other voices around me deep voices and light. The one smoothing my hair got more frantic but it was still a whisper.

"You have to choose, now please,"

Was it talking to me, it sounded like there was cotton in my ears, nothing was getting in my head all I wanted was the power. I tried to listen to the voice, but my head was still full of cotton, I couldn't remember what happen, I couldn't remember who I was.

"TheSovereign will choose,dark or light, haven or the pit of doom. With the Dragon reborn or against him."

"The Sovereign will choose,darkor light, haven..."

"The Sovereign will choose, dark or light..."

"The Sovereign will..."

"The Sovereign..."