Despite his worrying thoughts, he was so close to being raised to Accepted. The first male Accepted, I can't believe it! he thought to himself. Jo'hon's body was extremely weak, but he had to continue. He had to show he could do it!

A chalice of icy cold water again was poured over his head.

"You are washed clean of false pride, false ambition. You come to us washed clean, in mind and heart. The third time is for what will be. The way back will come but once. Be steadfast." The Mistress of Novices said in a firm voice.

Jo'hon could see her aura, full with worry and...regret? Jo'hon wasn't sure, but he had no time to lose. He glanced behind him. The room was full with even more Aes Sedai, and their masks did not betray a single thought or emotion. It was their auras which showed him that they thought he would not make it.

He would prove them wrong.

Jo'hon stepped inside the silvery Arch, with the odd flickering lights. He let the lights engulf him, and he closed his eyes. The Third Arch had brought him for his final test.

The novice was wearing his travelling clothes. He didn't know who he was, where he was, what he was doing, but something told to climb the mountain. He recognised it, it was the Dragonmount. He remembered he had always been afraid of the mountain, a victory had been won, but had it really? The novice wasn't so sure. Hours of hard climbing, sweat draping off him like a waterfall led him to the top of the mountain. Jo'hon could hardly breathe, the air seemed very hard to breathe in. He looked around.

Nothing.

There was nothing. Jo'hon blinked and there was still nothing. He now realised he was not even on the mountain anymore. Light! Where am I? he thought to himself, rather worriedly he began to run. There was nothing but black in front of him, he could not see anything. Jo'hon had never been scared of the dark, but this darkness seemed unnatural.

"Welcome to my World" a low but loud voice growled from everywhere.
"I have you caught. You might be able to run from everything else but from me you cannot run away!" the voice started to laugh in a rather insulting way towards Jo'hon.

"What have you done to me, who are you?" Jo'hon shouted to the voice, extremely angry that he had been disrupted from his mountain climbing.

"Ha ha ha, poor little Jo'hon doesn't know where he is." The voice said in a baby's imitation of Jo'hon. "Don't you see Jo'hon? This is the end."

Jo'hon knew deep down that it was true. But he could not grasp the idea of that. He ran as far as he could. He stumbled over something. It was his father. His father had left his mother a long time ago, but Jo'hon had always wanted him to come back.

"Father!" Jo'hon exclaimed, sitting down next to him. He did not reply. There was a slightly blank expression about him. He seemed....empty. "Your father had been caught by those Tar Valon witches, and stilled." The voice said with disgust, almost spitting when he talked.

Everything came back to Jo'hon. Jo'hon had the One Power too, like his father. What was he doing now though? Had he met those "witches" the voice spoke of already?

"Your father was promised the opportunity to develop and control the One Power so that he could go back to your Mother and you and continue with life. Within a year the witches had stilled him and killed him straight away. The Amyrlin Seat at the time had turned a blind eye towards it but everyone knew that she signed the decree to have him stilled and killed. It is I who look after him. You can save him you know, you must kill the Amyrlin Seat."

Blood and Ashes! How could they do this towards a man. My dad! Rage and anger filled Jo'hon and it bubbled over.

"WHERE CAN I FIND HER?" He shouted, snarling, his anger taking over.

"As luck could have it, she is right behind you." the voice said, with a satisfied tone.
Jo'hon turned around and he was in the White Tower, in the Amyrlin's study all of a sudden. She was sitting there doing paperwork.

"Can I help you Child?" The Amyrlin Seat had said to him with a smile, putting her paperwork down.
"Yes. Answer me this question: 'Has a man by the name of M'erridoc been stilled and killed because of you?' " Jo'hon said bitterly. He could see the sudden flash behind her eyes.

"Child. I don't know how you know this, and you know I cannot lie. But things that happened are meant to be. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills."

"You speak in riddles" snarled Jo'hon. He could see his father sitting next to him, rocking his head back and forth, with the same vacant look that he had in the darkness. 'Help me' Jo'hon heard him whisper quietly, making direct eye contact with his son.
Something happened. An Arch had appeared next to the door. He knew he had to be in there, for whatever reason, but he had to save his own father!

"Jo'hon, make me proud. Kill the witch!" his father gasped with his raspy voice.

"Dad?

I love you."

Jo'hon ran towards the Arch. It seemed to be fading. He ran towards it, looking once more at his father and the Amyrlin Seat as the silvery light covered his eyes. His father had still been there on the floor in front of the Amyrlin, rocking. Those witches had done that to him! How could they? Anger turned into hatred, and that turned into revenge. Jo'hon's eyes were streaming with tears, he was back in the room. He knew that it was the Test. It was complete! But how much of it was real? How much of it wasn't?

Another chalice of water was poured over his head, and seemed to wash away all that hatred and revenge...and regret.

"Welcome, Son." The Amyrlin said warmly to Jo'hon as he stood up.