Nightmares
A/N: Yay! Okay, second chapter. Takes place after Baerlon but before Shadar Logoth. There may never have been such a situation as I am writing about, but this is AU, so there:D
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, don't own WoT, blah blah.
Nynaeve:
Nynaeve sat with her legs drawn up to her chest, gazing into the flames of the small fire. Why, why did I do this? She thought, why? She should never have come, but in the four short years that she'd been living in Edmond's Field, she'd come to love all of the people there, although she'd rather die than tell them. After they had left with that bloody flaming Aes Sedai (that anger boiled up again) she had had to go after them. There was no other option. She could not let her have them!
All the anger she had ever had towards Aes Sedai and built up over the years, and now she found herself letting it all out at Moiraine, blaming her for even the smallest things. It wasn't personal; it was just Moiraine's bad luck that she'd been the first Aes Sedai to cross the path of Nynaeve al'Meara.
Lan:
Lan watched the woman from across the fire. She seemed deep in thought. Just then Rand tore off a piece of the meat he was eating with is teeth. It just so happened that Lan was looking directly into Nynaeve's face at that very moment, and saw her blanch. He frowned inwardly.
"Would you like some?" He offered, holding the meat out to her. Was it just him or did her face pale?
"No. No. Thank you." She replied.
"Are you sure?" She glared formidably at him, and for reasons he wasn't entirely sure of, he found himself suppressing a smile.
"Yes, I'm sure." She retorted sharply. Her gaze softened somewhat. "I'm just not all that fond of meat, that's all." Lan shrugged.
"Suit yourself."
Nynaeve:
Oh Light! She thought she was going to be sick. The smell of the cooking meat surrounded her. Unbidden, memories of that dreadful day came back to her.
The Trollocs swarmed in by the hundreds, somewhere a baby cried.
"No! Besnik!" She screamed. Not him! Oh please Light, not him!
A woman yelled.
The sound of steel on steel. Swords flashing.
The smell of burning flesh.
"No!" A terrified female voice cutting through the commotion.
"Father!" she screamed.
Why? Why this?
Nynaeve pushed the memories away, the way she had been doing for years now. Trying her best to forget. But she couldn't. Never properly. There would always be that small memory, in the back of her mind. To keep her from sleeping. To keep her from loving. To keep her from forgetting. Forgetting what she had lost: everything.
The others were lying down now, going to sleep. Nynaeve rose, and made her way toward them. She lay down next to them and closed her eyes, but she did not sleep. She never slept. If she did, the nightmares came.
What she had lost. She had lost everything.
