Nightmares
Disclaimer: Это не будет шахтой . Russian, whoo hoo! Weird. I have a Russian neighbor.
A/N: Okay, so it's been awhile (for me at least). What's my excuse? Well, school kinda sidetracked me for a while, and then Knife of Dreams came out (SO BRILLIANT!) and then I started reading a few other books, and got a brilliant idea for another WoT fan fiction (which I'm not sure whether or not to post) and suddenly I thought, 'Why don't I update Nightmares?' So here I am. Enjoy.
Nynaeve:
Nynaeve sat silently for a while, before finding herself slowly nodding off to sleep. She tried to fight it, but was to exhausted to do anything. So, she let herself sleep.
Lan:
Lan made is way out of the inn, processing the information he had just learned. He couldn't help himself from curling his lip in an involuntary snarl. If he ever got his hands on that man…
"Lan?" He turned towards Moiraine's voice. She was moving towards him, Egwene, Elayne, Min, Mat, and Perrin not far behind. "What did you find out?" He remained silent. "Lan?" What to say? Light, he had given two conflicting oaths. The question was, which meant more?
Nynaeve:
Rough hands shook her from her slumber, and she instinctively stiffened into a fighting stance.
"Don't be a little idiot," a rough voice snapped at her. She relaxed as she recognised the tone of her old friend.
"Hello Jeim. What are you doing here?"
"I came to flaming talk to you," he growled. Nynaeve, used to her friend's constant cursing, (Light, he was worse than Uno!) nodded.
"About what?"
"There's been a change of plans…"
Lan:
He returned to her room the next morning. He was of two minds about this, but knew he could not fend off Moiraine's questions forever. She followed him expectantly, wanting nothing but the absolute truth. And she was going to have to get it from Nynaeve. He had sworn, after all.
He knocked lightly on the door, and when there was no response, opened it, and entered the room.
A man sat sprawled on a chair in frount of the fire, feet resting on the mantle. He looked up as they entered. Moiraine blinked.
"Who's this?" she inquired, icily.
"I have no idea," Lan murmured softly. "Who are you?"
"What is it to you?" the man retorted. Moiraine arched an eyebrow at him.
"I'm a friend of Nynaeve," he admitted, reluctantly.
"Where is she?" Moiraine asked.
"She flaming left two hours ago," he replied. Moiraine started.
"She left? She has to return to the Tower, how could she leave?" He shrugged.
"She left." Moiraine growled exasperatedly, and turned on her heel. Lan followed her after quickly looking the man over again.
Where has Nynaeve gone? What is the change of plan? Why is this chapter so short? Find out the answers to these questions and more, in the next instalment of Nightmares. Dun dun dunnnn!
