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Younger Rand's POV

The alarm had sounded and Rand with his sword drawn out was running through the halls frantically dodging the dead corpses that littered the hall. He was desperate to get to Egwene but his journey was abruptly stopped by a Fade in his path. The Eyeless gaze had rooted him to the spot. Rand could spot Ingtar in the corner of his eye, he was contending with two Trollocs at once. Rand doubted that he would ever know if Ingtar managed to win because the Fade was raising its sword. Rand lifted his own, knowing that he could not win, and closed his eyes as the Fade began to swing down.

The blow never came; Rand opened his eyes and saw there was another blade protruding from the Fade's chest. It twisted causing a sound of pain to emerge form the Halfman, and slid out. The Eyeless slumped down, sounds still emerging from it.

"The worst part about these things is how long they take to fully die." Rand's rescuer remarked. Rand looked at him, he was as tall as Rand, with brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a red shirt that seemed to scream that the man was either a noble or extraordinarily rich. It was of a finer fabric than Moiraine had made Rand wear! Rand's eyes widened as he realized that the man was missing his left hand. He looked at the sword and noticed that it was also a heron-marked blade, it was strange but to Rand it seemed like it was exactly like his own, for some reason that gave him chills as the Ingtar warily walked up.

"Thank you for your assistance, but just who are you?" Ingtar asked suspiciously. Rand was wondering the same thing, he did not recognize the man, and knew most of the guards inside the keep by now, by face if not by name. The man grinned or bared his teeth, Rand was unsure which, but talk whatever answer he was about to give was halted by the arrival of another group of Trollocs. The man seemed to be like the wind as he cut his way through them, though Ingtar and Rand tried to help too.

Once the Trollocs were dispatched the man calmly began to walk toward the cells were Fain was. Rand ran, despite his curiosity about the swordsman his main concern at the moment was still Egwene. He found her and Mat unconscious amid the bloody and chewed bodies of the guards, but near them he also found a message written in blood.

We will meet again on Toman Head.

It is never over, AlThor.

He gasped, grabbed some straw and furiously scrubbed the message until it was just one bloody mess. Then a voice startled him,

"What are you doing here?'

Rand turned and looked seeing a stern women in front of him. By the looks of her she was also an Aes Sedai, red according to the Shawl. He gaped for a moment before responding, "Me, nothing, I am here….to help Egwene!" He began to pull lift up Egwene but the Aes Sedai's voice again stopped him.

"You will answer me!" she screamed and something made Rand fall to his knees.

"What is your name?" she asked and Rand felt a need to answer. It seemed like his head was on fire and even the void which he had unknowingly summoned could not keep the pain out.

"Is there a problem here?" a strange voice asked and Rand looked up.

It was not the one armed warrior Rand saw earlier. Rather it was a man with a black spear who spoke. He went over to stand next to Rand.

"Yes is there?" Moiraine's voice was then heard.

"I do not believe so, me and him are going to go know. It seems to me that you two are about to start fighting, and no reason to be around for that." The man replied, pushing Rand up the stairs, despite Rand trying to twist around to see how Egwene was.

"Relax," the man said, "The Aes Sedai can take care of your friend's better than you can, the name's Pat by the way. You have already met my friend…….Ralph." Rand had only a minute to wonder about the man's hesitation and about the strange name for a second before Pat continued, "I think we better go meet him and Mallen, they are waiting in the courtyard."

For some reason the man turned around and spoke the Aes Sedai, "that was flaming unnecessary," Moriane's eyes had risen to her scalp, while the Red looked as if something had actually hit her. Rand didn't know how he looked, but he was sure it was a look of surprise, he never seen someone deal with the Aes Sedai so…..coolly before. His mind was abuzz with questions as he walked up the stairs.

Older Perrin's POV

"My name is Mallen!" Perrin said in shock "that is the worst name I ever heard!"

He was not in a good mood. They traveled from Caemlyn to Shienar by horse without stopping, which was a burden on his behind. That was coupled with the stress of stealing three of the best horses of the wealthiest and most powerful house next to the queen's, plus dodging their guards for three days since Rand was loath to use the one power…..well it made Perrin quite irritable.

Now he was stuck with this ridiculous name. Rand got Ralph, which while strange was not that bad, and Mat got Pat which was pretty close, but Mallen! Once they got to Shienar things did not calm down either. They walked right into the battle, with Rand going after Rand, while Perrin and Mat fought a pair of Fades. The strangest part about that was the memory Perrin had about the battle in his original time. He felt sure that there was only one fade originally, but he and Mat, who was now known as Pat, just took on two! He shook his head as Mat and the young Rand walked to him and Rand, who was now known as Ralph (this is going to get really confusing really fast, he wryly thought),and broke into a sweat as a thought occurred to him.

Light, could our traveling back in time have messed up the weave of the Wheel!

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