I'm back, here with another chapter. Don't expect another for a few days, I wrote both chapters before I posted the first. But for those who would like to read on, here it is.

A/N Sorry for lack of lines in the previous chapter. I just plain forgot about 'em. Also, this part had a scene which I was almost positive was T rated, but I'd like to know if ANY of you think I should up the rating because of it. If so, just review me with the request, and I'll up the rating. Now lets get started!

Lewis, for the first time in his life, was struggling to keep up with something. He parried the young man's, Gawyn was his name, attack. He had fenced before, but with a light rapier or saber, and maybe a medium weight Katana. But he had never fought with the heavy, two handed greatsword before. Luckily for him, however, he was spared ridicule because Gawyn was able to beat pretty much any body he was thrown against. The sword Lewis asked to have made was still being crafted, as it had been for the past couple of weeks. Oh, how much he missed the days of 3-4 working days until something like this would arrive. That sword, a hand and a half Katana, was one he knew how to use.

Gawyn knocked his sword out of his hand again. Lewis's beret got knocked off his head, again. Lewis put his hands up in the air, and said, "You win Gawyn. You win. But please, watch the beret. It may be an item of the Frog Eating Surrender Monkeys known as The French, thrice damn them for being pansies, but its my only hat." He then proceded to laugh as he picked it up.

"Whats so funny?" Gawyn asked, bewildered, "I thought gentled people were supposed to always be depressed. I mean, the best thing in the world has just been taken from you! And you just sit there, laughing!" Gawyn shook his head, never goin to understand anything about his sister's craft.

"You, my friend," Lewis started off in a very Jack Sparrow like accent, "and pretty much everyone in this God forsaken place take life much to seriously. I, on the otherhand, don't take life seriously enough. But seriously, I've noticed that your girlfriend doesn't want to be here. Perhaps sometime all three of us could break out o' here and meet up with the guy who seems to have stolen my screenname."

"Stolen your screenname?" Gawyn asked, not know what on Earth a screenname was. "What does that mean? And what in the light is a screenname?"

"You know, that guy with the whole Dragon thing. That was my AOL AIM screenname before I came to this God forsaken place. I had to subscribe real early on, and bribe a few people to get it. And now this 'Rand Al'Thor' comes and takes it away!"

"Right," said Gawyn, not believing a word of it, "but hey, we should get out of here. Egwene hates it here, and I'm just plain bored. I'll go tell her. Break out tommorow?"

"Sure," Lewis said, "whenever you want to. I hate this God forsaken place, posibly more than she does. Well, you'd say Light forsaken. Go on, go see your girlfriend." Gawyn walked off towards the tower, clearly planning to do just that.

Egwene sat upon her chair, looking dreamily down at the Warder Training Grounds. She was committed to Gawyn of course, but that did not stop her from admiring the Warders, as much as she knew he was admiring the view of the well atributed Novices, Accepted, or Aes Sedai. She admitted that she was jealous of some of them because of their figure, especially the way that it caught Gawyn's eyes. Call her the jealous type, but Gawyn was hers, and hers alone. No one else was allowed to see him, touch him, smell him, or talk to him unless they were a Warder. No one!

After sparring with one of the new warders in training, Gawyn talked to him, probably instucting him on how his form and skill could be improved, maybe discussing the strange sword that would be finished in an hour. Gawyn finally stopped the chatter, and walked to the tower, with a spring in his step, like he heard good news. She left her chamber to go meet him.

"Egwene!" he said, always glad to see her.

"Hello Gawyn!" she replied, equally happy. The two embraced eachother, and walked off hand in hand. Lewis, who always found romance somewhat funny, was about to burst with laughter at the couples overly sapiness, so he walked away to somewhere he could laugh. The couple went back into her chamber, where they could talk, or do some other stuff, privately. Nothing could evesdrop, even Moiraine's medallion. They sat down, and Gawyn closed the door.

"Ooh," she said, "are we going to... have some fun?" She always asked that question when he closed the door. Sometimes he consented, other times, they just talked.

"Maybe, but after I tell you some good news. Lewis has decided to help us get out of here so that we can meet with Al'Thor. I assume that he too wishes to talk to him, perhaps he was a runner of some kind for The Black Tower. The escape will probably be tommorow."

Egwene shuffled on the couch so that she was close to Gawyn. "Okay, I'll go. I want to leave this Lightforsaken place anyway." She leaned in closely and kissed Gawyn full on the lips. "Now," she murmured into Gawyn's ear, "let's have a little fun."

Gawyn's response was classic. "Okay, but honey, its not even Saturday night, so you know." They began at that point to "have fun."

While his good friend Gawyn was getting laid, Lewis was watching his sword being finished, in the overly hot blacksmithy. The smith had just cooled off the blade, after a few days of folding and refolding it to make it stronger, he now put it up against a grinding stone, and worked the checkmark like razor edge onto it. The smith then wrapped the hilt of the sword in leather for gripping. The blade, a pommelless hand and a half sword was completed. "Thank you, good Smith," said Lewis, "This is a blade expertly forged."

"It was a pleasure, Mr Al'Sharpton (Lewis chose that as his fake last name just for kicks). The design was tricky, but an ingenius one. Who would have thought balancing a sword for throwing, and edging it for slashing and piercing. And your in a lucky position to have the Aes Sedai pay for it." Both men chuckled as Lewis left the smithy.

"Now I have a sword that I can use to beat Gawyn," he muttered. That was the primary reason for the weapons existence. With his two military issued, high tech guns, he really didn't need it for practical purposes. He just wanted to teach his friend that bigger isn't always better.

It was the afternoon training session, and Lewis was ready to fight Gawyn, with the edgeless, but still balanced, practice sword he got from the smith. He went to the ring, and smirked at Gawyn. He sheathed his practice sword, and sat down, facing away from Gawyn.

The judge called for the fight to start. "Al'Sharpton vs Gawyn, one... two... three... FIGHT."

Gawyn took his greatsword, and went for a ready-to-pull cleaving strike. He didn't need to pull it, as Lewis rolled out from that spot, unsheathed his sword, and pressed it against Gawyn's neck. Gawyn only realised it as he struggled to pick up his greatsword's miss.

"Rule number one buddy, never make the first move. I win," Lewis said, for the first time in weeks. It felt good to be back on top, very good. Gawyn just stood there, dumbstruck at his own defeat. Most of the other warders were equally dumbstruck at what just happened. Gawyn, the best of them, had be beaten by a newcomer.

"I want a rematch," said Gawyn, "This time, you will stand and fight, and won't be able to use that trick." Gawyn lifted his greatsword ready. Lewis raised his katana over his head with one hand, the other pointing at Gawyn. The referee signaled the beginning of the fight.

Both warders in training waited on eachothers movements. Lewis and Gawyn stood perfectly still, until they both moved at the same time. Lewis parried Gawyn's greatsword, and actually rolled over it, using his katana's block as a flipping point. Gawyn stayed on the offensive, however, and never overshot himself. Lewis continued to parry, until a subtle movement, in Gawyn's right hand made him decide to go offensive against offensive. He slowly forced Gawyn to become worn out, and won again.

"How did you do that, Al'Sharpton?" Gawyn queried "You were never good with a greatsword..."

"The power of the Source, my friend. Well, not really," was Lewis's reply "When I trained, I learned to use a katana. It was light enough to be one handed, and strong enough to be two. It was the extra weight I couldn't carry that messed me up in our duels."

"Okay. I would never thought that a lightsword would be able to outmatch a heavy sword. Well, rest well, friend, 'cause we have a big day tomorow. Remember, meet by the gates." Lewis nodded to this, ready to finally be out of here.

The three friends met by the gate at dawn. Gawyn had his sword ready, Egwene had her One Power, Lewis had his telekinesis, which no one knew about, and his ULD modified M60, just in case. Boldly striding toward the gate, the trio readied themselves for trouble. Egwene readied herself to use the Source. Gawyn partial unsheathed his sword. Lewis freed his mind, and attached a silencer to the M60, just in case.

They were stopped by the guard at the gate, he was asking for passes to leave from an Aes Sedai. "You can't leave the grounds without one. Thats orders," the guard said. Gawyn half unsheathed his sword when Lewis stopped him.

(A/N Sorry for the blatant Starwars ripoff here. It was too good an oppurtunity to pass by.)

"Let me handle this," he said in a very Jack Sparrow like manner. To the guard, he talked more like Obi Wan Kenobi, and, using some Telekinetic "persuasion" said, "We don't need any exit passes."

"You don't need any exit passes," the guard replied.

"We can go right along now."

"You can go right along know. Move along." The guard beaconed for them to move along. The trio left the Tower's grounds, and made their way toward the bridge.

"How did you do that?" both Egwene and Gawyn asked at same time, when they were sure the guard couldn't hear them.

"Well, you see, I was never really gentled. In fact, anyone who knows what they are doing can't be gentled," he said calmly as they walked down the busy streets. Gawyn and Egwene's faces shared looks of horror. "Don't you two worry about traveling with me. The entire Aes Sedai 'Taint Of The Dark One' is a pack of lies. I'd know, I was there. If you don't believe me, perhaps we should take a trip to Dragonmount, where the Cryogenics lab is. Besides, there's a helicopter somewhere in the lab. It would shrink our journey time to this 'Dragon' guys lair."

"Well, okay," said Egwene, "Let's get going." They had finished crossing the bridge by then, and were well out of sight of the nearby town. Lewis reached into his bag, put on his beret, and pulled out three shrunken BOSAT ATVs. He then unshrunk them.

"Right bar is acceleration, left one is brakes. Now come on you two! This is gonna be fun!" Lewis said this, and pressed the acceleration. Somewhat nervous after seeing him zip off faster than a horse, the other two followed, but at a much slower pace.

Nice, logical endpoint, don't you think?

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