I don't own Wheel of Time

Thanks a lot for the review. Your correct, I was originally going to use several names from the original Wheel of time series, I guess I missed one when I decided to change that. I even have a descendant of Egwene in there. I know the horse understood the Trollocs were there early but there's a reason for that, thrust me

As for the world it hasn't changed much since Rand's time, there was no breaking as Rand is killed during the last battle and saidian isn't tainted again. The Forsaken are fewer in number, Ishamael is dead and he won't come back. He's been replaced. No one remembers the actual names of some of the people in the Last Battle, particularly Rand. For example Egwene is known to be the amyrlin while rand was alive but the don't actually know the connection between the two, except for some of the high ranking Aes Sedai and Asha'men

The Asha'men are still around and the Black Tower has grown to rival Tar Valon in size, something Aes Sedai is still uncomfortable with. The borderlands have reunited into one nation, Malkier, led by Adam al'Mandragoran a descendant of Lan. Manetheren has splintered off from Andor. Rand is to these people the first Dragon. All records of the Age of Legends have been lost and Lews Therin is forgotten. Other than that, not much has changed in the world.

Now that my ramblings are down, the Chapter.

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Gillian and Nicole were not happy. Damn Asha'men. They had been riding for two days straight and were no further from Aes Sedai than they had ever been. Why couldn't they go to Aes Sedai, Gillian thought it was a perfectly fine idea to follow through with when Shadowspawn attack. At least the Asha'men could have told them what they were doing, why they were running, but they received nothing and Lincoln only slightly more. Their names at least were Logan and Tam.

The Asha'men had practically ignored all of the young people except Lincoln. Perhaps he could channel. A terrible thought, even without the madness that history spoke of. Nicole and Mary constantly fed and nurtured the horses, as was needed at their pace. Raas hunted for rabbits and other game that could make dinner that night. Gillian surprised the Asha'men held such a loose leash on him. But Raas was not a fool; he would not run off into the wilderness of Andor alone.

This left her alone. Warren was constantly talking to himself on what he might be doing, but never actually doing anything he said. Gillian saw no reason to disturb the boy. With a resigned sigh she drifted to sleep in the late evening sun.

She did not know where she was. Rising pillars of white surrounded her and red draped over the walls to her left and right. "Hello?" She said uncertainly. No response. Am I dreaming? She thought. Walking forward a person suddenly appeared next to her, causing her to scream.

The woman barely noticed her and stared straight ahead. "This is where it happened. This is where it began to begin." She whimpered. Gillian shook herself and forced her legs to match the pace of the slow moving woman. "He came here. To show everyone he was not. But he was. Callandor was his."

Gillian crept beside the woman, "Who are you?" she whispered. The woman heard her and inclined her head. "You are… not alive…are you?" Gillian stuttered. "I mean…you're alive…you were."

The woman allowed Gillian to ramble for a time before calmly stating, "The Guardian of the Seals, the Flame of Tar Valon. Amyrlin Egwene al'Vere of the White Tower." She did not appear proud of her title, or to care at all for it. Like she thought it was something she never should have done.

Gillian had heard of the name. An old Amyrlin who was said to in power when the Dragon was born and still in power when he died. "You fought in the Last Battle didn't you?"

The woman laughed, the coughed into her hand. Gillian saw blood drip through Egwene's fingers, "Fight? No, of course not. I hid in Tar Valon and let the others do it for me." She said. "Why didn't I get to die with them? Half the world to save the world. Isn't that right Mat? Mat? Where'd you go Mat? You've left me alone again…"A tear streamed down Egwene's cheek.

Gillian was about to speak again until a terrible white light shone from the far end of the cavernous hall. Gillian shielded her eyes, as the light grew brighter. She could hear Egwene screaming something. A name, but she could not make it out. A massive beast jumped in front of her and blocked the light for a time, but she could see no more. Then the light went out and she saw the beast for what it really was. A man.

He was thick and tall, far taller than Gillian. He had a beard and unruly hair. But that was not what she was looking at; Gillian was looking at his golden eyes. "Egwene…"He mumbled, "It is time to go, Hopper is waiting. As are the others."

Egwene cried, "I'll go nowhere near that beast! You wolfman! I can go where I please. I am the Amyrlin!"

"You were the Amyrlin!" The man roared, "We have been woven out of the Pattern for a time." The man regained his composure and sighed, "Do what you must." And he was gone.

"Who was that?" Gillian asked no one in particular.

Despite that Egwene answered, "Lord Perrin Aybara. Ha Lord indeed. Mat? Is that you? No, I don't know you. Never mind, go about your business."

Gillian shrunk away from the Amyrlin, surprised her lower half worked, "I think… I think I should wake up. Wake up now." As hard as she might, she couldn't. Was she trapped in this dream? But that was impossible. Backing down the hall away from Egwene Gillian ran into one of the pillars that lined the sides of the room. But she could only remember going straight, nowhere near the pillars. Instead of a dull thud the pillar began to ooze over her and blackness swept over her senses.

She was in an inn, The al' Vere inn back in Two Rivers to be exact. Six men were sitting together a table overlooking some sort of board. Each held a cup of ale and drunk as though they had been in the Aiel Waste for days. One picked up two dice and rolled them. "Five crowns." The man hollered, and the others groaned. Suddenly there were only three men sitting down at he table.

The three men remaining did not take notice of their friend's disappearance, but they also did not continue playing dice. Suddenly a furry creature sauntered past her and slid across her arm. It was a wolf, and a big one at that. Just over half her size the wolf looked at her for a moment with cool, intelligent eyes and then moved on. It sat it the boot of one of the tables. It was only then did Gillian realized there were more people in the inn now.

The three men began playing cards, but now anther man stood over one of them. He looked to be a youth, but some how she knew he was much older than she. Egwene was there, sitting in a corner with a man with a broad rimmed hat, a black scarf around his neck, another man with an angular face behind him and an ebony woman beside him. Perrin Aybara gently stroked the wolf's back and he was…speaking to it. Two more women, one with a black veil over her mouth and the other most definitely from Andor were doting over two young children.

There was a stone-faced man with blue eyes holding a baby while a definite two Rivers woman hugged his side. Two women in blue drinking wine together at a separate table, eying another four woman, all-wearing Aes Sedai shawls.

Gillain saw a single Asha'man in the room, sitting alone at a table. Gillian was pulled towards him; not metaphorically, an actual pull lifted her from her feet and brought her to a seat at the table before she could realize what was happening. "They're letting everyone in here now." The man mumbled. He was a tall man, dark and with a black mane of hair. His coat signified him as an Asha'man but his crests said he was more.

"Who are you?" Gillian asked, "And where are we?"

The man chuckled, "I knew they were letting nobodies in here. If you can't figure it out on you're own we are in The Dream World. It has a name in the Old Tongue but I don't know it, Mat would, so would the Aes Sedai I suppose." He sighed with a sense of resignation. He ignored the former question so Gillian asked once more. He did not respond for a moment as he took a drink, "My name is Logain."

"Logain?" Gillian gasped, "The false Dragon?"

Logain chuckled again, "None of us were false Dragons, just Dragons who could not fulfill the prophecies because of the damned Aes Sedai. " His voice turned to a growl, "That's as far as I'm concerned." The Aes Sedai took note of him but returned to their wine. "I know they kept all the names of the false Dragon's but why not the actual one's." He was not asking a question, merely stating a fact.

"One's?" Gillian mumbled, "There were more than one?" Her voice became slightly clearer.

Logain openly laughed this time, as though she were a child who had stuck her hand in the fire after she was told it would hurt, just to see if they were lying, "Of course. Three I know of, well four now I suppose. But from what Moriane has told me, there were probably thousands throughout the Ages."

Suddenly Logain disappeared, his drink with him then her eyes began to blacken. The inn became little more than a dot in the distance, and then vanished fully. Then Gillian was in a cavern. A very, very large cavern. The youth from before, the one behind the men playing cards was there. He did not notice her or did not care that she was there. He bent and picked up a bundle of light, the outline of a sword within it. "The Last battle cannot be won with this." He said, but not to her. To another man, who had arrived through no particular entrance.

The man nodded but said nothing. Gillian took note of him, he was tall, and huge even, and built like a pillar. Strong and unbending, like a stone he spoke, "I know. No matter how strong I am, how many Asha'men or Aes Sedai, how Mat fights and he will fight to the last. We need more but there's no time to get it."

The youth sat on a small velvet chair, an odd luxury in a damp cave but nonetheless it was there. "I can see that. You need the strongest Sa'angreal ever created."

The man's eyes flickered and his voice changed, becoming higher and more childlike, "The Cheodan Kal. But the female side was destroyed. We could've cracked the world you know boy. Damned madman you are."

With a wave of his hand the youth tried for silence and the man fell into line quickly, "I don't mean the Cheodan Kal. I mean me." With another wave of his hand reality rippled and Gillian screamed as she was thrown from The Dream World and Gillian knew, this young was not human at all.

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"That was not fun." Gillian heard the voice and opened her eyes immediately. No one was in front of her or anywhere near her. "O am inside you're head you know." The voice came again.

Gillian fought the thought to be sick. Her time in The Dream World had left her drained and her stomach doing back flips, "Who are you?" she whispered aloud, then blushed a noticeable pink as she thought of how stupid she must have just sounded.

"You do not have to speak aloud. Use you're internal monologue. I can hear all of it anyway." The voice said.

A second voice blasted into her mind, this one different but quite similar to the first, "You promised. That was our deal. We would die together at Tarmon Gaiden. And now I am in another madman's head, and this one a woman."

The first voice made some sort of barrier in her mind as she heard no more of the second voice, "Lews Therin is an… uncomfortable voice to have in one's brain. My name is Rand al'Thor, but you probably know me by one of my other names. Perhaps Lord of the Morning. Or a more common one, The Dragon."

Gillian past out.

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That's the second chapter and the introduction of the new Dragon, Gillian. Rand is back and taking over Lews Therin's job, but he's not crazy and can still wield Saidian through her, making using Callandor possible for her before anyone asks.

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