“Here is the letter, Christine Sedai. May I return to my studies now?"

 

Christine smiled as he handed her the letter. She channeled the revealing spell and opened it. Thank the light, it was untampered. She sealed it again, and put another weave on it. Handing the letter to the boy, she led him behind her. “Come, we are going to the Green Ajah quarters. You must give the letter to Sirayn Sedai. I will point her office to you.â€

 

He followed her, reluctantly, and when they got to her office, Christine pointed to it. “There. Now, go in there, and tell her it is an important message from Christine Segreto. Can you remember that? Go, take it to her, then I might let you return to your work. If she has a reply, bring it to me, and fast.â€

 

Christine turned away from the boy, and went to talk to a sister standing just down the way. She hoped that all of her trouble wasn’t for nothing.

Deneira went in behind Aran, and watched as he headed to get the food. She was a little worried at first, but now that she thought about it, what better way to meet a Tower Guard friend. And even better, how else could a trainee go out with a bang before being raised? She was drugging the Mistress of Trainees… how much funnier could it get?

 

She entered the room, and looked around, a little worried. Some of the men noticed her, but they didn’t notice her as a trainee, but as a girl. She got some whistles, and smiled and waved a little bit, then made her way towards Aran. Someone came up to her, and she was introducing herself when she felt something hit her arm.

 

She turned and look, only to see Aran waving her over. She went to him, and he told her to fill up the cup for the Mistress of Trainees, then grab another glass for him. She nodded and took the glass, running to fill it. As she returned, she held the glass with the liquid in it to Ginae, and the regular glass to Aran. She bowed to them both, then went off.

 

She hung back, and mixed herself in the crowd, making sure she drank it. When she saw the woman take a sip, she watched and waited for Aran to leave. She heard a commotion and laughed as his plate ended up on his lap, then disappeared into the mix, and out of the door.

 

Deneira was stopped a few times, but she eventually made it to the armory. He gave her two buckets, and she followed him as they went to the Mistress of Trainee’s room. She was quiet as they entered, and she saw Ginae on the bed, asleep.

 

He locked the door, and Dene picked up a pair of gloves. Oh light, this wasn’t good. "Put those on and grab that chair over there, I'll grab Ginae and put her in the seat. If you hadn't realised yet, we're dying her hair a nice blue that everyone will be able to see." Color her hair blue? Oh light…

 

"Thats why we're wearing these gloves. You don't want to be caught with blue on you at all. Once we're done, we'll dump the gloves in the buckets and put the buckets underneath the bed. Well, lets get to it." Dene nodded, and waited until Ginae was in the chair, then took the blue dye. Aran stood back, and she soaked all of Ginae’s beautiful hair. She felt a little bad, but the woman was the Mistress of Trainees… she should have expected it!

 

She got all the way down, so that all of her hair was blue. She even got some on the woman’s eyebrows. After it was all soaked, she rinsed her hair in the clean water, then looked around for a clothing item. She rubbed the hair between a shirt and dried it till it was only slightly damp- and in this heat, she would notice.

 

When they were done, they pushed the buckets under the bed, and she put the gloves inside while Aran put her back in the bed. When they left the room, he locked it back, and they smiled and nodded. She put out her hand, and they shook, and she nodded. “Been a pleasure doing business with you.†He nodded, and looked around. â€Ok, go run off, we don’t want to be caught when everything happens. Might be smart to even get an alibi.â€

 

Deneira nodded, and ran off, while Aran ran the other way. There was no way she would get in trouble for this one.

 

 

Deneira l'Spada

Naughty Trainee

 

Aran

Mastermind Tower Guard

Deneira was smiling that morning, enjoying a nice walk. Once again, Mateo was called off to some boring duty, so that meant that once again, she was left to do as she pleased. And it was only midday! Well, all of her friends were busy that morning, and she didn’t really feel like going into town, so she decided to look around the Tower Guard area. Yes, she knew that she was not supposed to go anywhere near it, but she was almost to the end of her training as a trainee, and had been there almost two years. Soon, she would be one of them.

 

She noticed a man laying down on the ground, but she ignored him. Just one of those lazy people that she should ignore… but it bothered her it was a Tower Guard. She saw the Mistress of Trainees leaving her office, and looked away, hoping to not be spotted by her. How much worse could she have spent her day off…

 

The man was beside her at this point, and she just kept her head high. She was Deneira l’Spada, and she didn’t stop for anyone. â€Dene is what they call you isn’t it.†She didn’t know who they were, but she had a feeling it wasn’t something good. She murmered yes, and he said, “I was wondering, what would you be willing to do for a bottle of spirits?â€

 

That made her stop, and she wanted to moan. ‘Please, please,’ she thought, ‘don’t tell me this man thinks he can sleep with me with only a bottle of spirits as payment…’ She just looked at him, and raised an eyebrow slowly, her arms crossed over her chest. “It really depends on what you need, because some things are not worth a bottle of spirits.†She said it with her teeth in a smile, trying to keep from slapping him. If she slapped every tower guard she met that bothered her, she would be stuck under some hard training forever.

 

 

 

 

Deneira l'Spada

Trainee

Christine waited for the boy to return. Light, anyone could have that note by now. And she meant anyone! And word of traveled fast in the tower… if it was in the hands of one of those flirty grays… they would tell the world, and Christine would be ruined, as would half the members of the Green Ajah. Everyone’s reputation would be in shambles… all because of a silly novice. She waited, and when the door opened, she saw it was the boy, Shawn. She let him catch his breath, then dragged the words out of him.

 

“Well, who was it? Who did she give it to?†He repeated back the name, and Christine almost fell over. Allissa… oh light, it couldn’t have been any worse. She was surely going to be ruined from this one. Perhaps getting the letter back wouldn’t be that hard for the young trainee, however.

 

She turned to him, and spoke slowly and clearly. “Listen to me. Go to the Gray Ajah quarters, and ask for Allissa. If she isn’t in there, ask where she is. She might be teaching a class or something, I do not know. But, whatever she is doing, go find her. Tell her that you need the letter, just make up something. Tell her that the note was no longer important, or that it was just about some novice and it was sent to the wrong person. But whatever you do, do not mention my name or what is in that letter.â€

 

He nodded and ran off again, and Christine sat down to wait. How could she have been such a fool?

 

Ooc: ok, add some bit of difficulty to it… say, she is in a class, or that she wont give you the letter or something. Make it so that you have to struggle for the letter.

“Do you think a year would be sufficient to teach you respect, little sister? Your Ajah Head does not appear to have had that result and I do pride myself on being rather effective.†LITTLE SISTER!?!?! That one made Christine want to smack the woman, or tie her up with bonds. She was no where near little. “Ten years may not be enough to make you what I require you to be. Request denied. Christine was fuming. HOW DARE this woman to call her a little sister, then tell her that she might spend ten years as a recruit. Christine was a sister of the Green Ajah, not some little Accepted just achieving the shawl. She deserved and had earned better than this.

 

“Distressingly, you do not appear to have listened to a word I said. Approximately thirty seconds after I lay down some ground rules you are already wriggling like a weasel in order to get out of it. I distinctly remember telling you not to question me, to obey your orders instantly and without hesitation, and yet here you are attempting to bargain with me … I could continue, but based on your response so far I might as well talk to a wall. Therefore we shall solve this by a very simple method. You remain in this office until you can tell me, honestly and bound by the First Oath, that you have disgraced the Green Ajah through your conduct and submit yourself for punishment. Then your initiation begins again … and it will last until I say otherwise. You can, of course, attempt to wriggle out of this, but this will only add further time onto the length of your initiation.†Christine could not believe it. She sat there with her mouth wide open in shock. She would be there all day then, because she saw no error in her ways. This was pointless.

 

“I suggest that you come to terms very quickly with the fact that your career is as good as over. Only I can save you now.†Christine looked at the woman, and laughed. There was nothing else she could do. She just started laughing. “Sirayn Sedai, if I am a little sister… well, I am not. The only thing little about me is my age. I have more power than you by far. And what are you saving me from? Myself? Please, I see nothing wrong with what I do. If you want an honest answer, then you shall not get one. I see nothing wrong with the way I am.â€

 

Christine settled back in her chair and smiled. “We can honestly save us all trouble. Just let me leave the tower. I will go away, and you wont have to deal with me. Never have to see me again. And believe me, as long as you are the Captain General, I will not return. It is a win-win situation. Just let me leave the tower.â€

 

Christine glared back at the calm Aes Sedai before her. This woman had to be mad if she honestly thought that Christine would just accept being a recruit. There was nothing wrong with the way she was. She liked to have fun, and that was just how she was. The woman should concern herself with other stuff instead of who a Sister brought to her bed, and what was happening behind closed doors. She had half a mind to walk out of the door right then and there, because if Sirayn tried to stop her, then she would merely block the woman with the power. Christine was much stronger than the Captain General, and she wasn’t afraid to use the powers she was granted.

Aran and Christine had quite enjoyed their trip to Shienar. They no longer fought, and just talked, enjoying the ride and breathing easy without the problems of the tower to bulk them down. Yes, she was still a little annoying at times, and yes, he did try and pull pranks on her, but for the most part, they got along pretty well. It was a lot more relaxing to sit around and laugh than to glare and fight all the time.

 

When they reached Fal Moran, with the approval of Aran, Christine whipped out her Aes Sedai ring, and in no time, they were both in the palace. They parted with smiles as he was taken to the soldiers quarters, and she was whisked off to the Aes Sedai quarters. She would be glad to finally relax, do a little shopping.

 

But never could she get a moments peace. These idiot Aes Sedai decided she needed more training, and every other morning… she was either teaching or learning. Great, just what she wanted to do on vacation. For once in her life, she was excited to see when James came to the front of the Women’s Quarters and asked for her. At least the Aes Sedai had agreed with her that training was important, so she got away every afternoon.

 

"Personally, I hate these things, but you have to learn them. Besides, they look rather flash if you spend long enough on them and other people who have done similar training will recognise it and think you competent." Christine laughed out loud. Like anyone would call her competition. At least… until they saw she could channel.

 

“Then why learn them? He just laughed, and lifted his lathe. There were some soldiers about, and some palace guards, but for the most part, they were ignored. She watched as his knees bent and his sword in one hand, with the lathe in the other.

 

"Leopard in the Tree, keep your knees bent, lean forward slightly and both hands on the grip." She nodded, and he drew the lathe and swept it in front of him, almost in a blur. She stepped back and watched how he moved. "Unfolding the Fan, clear your blade and strike in the same movement, or catch a blow coming your way. When you draw the blade across, use the power from your hips when you do it, same as any decent slash."

 

Seemed simple enough. Just draw the blade quickly, and use her hips to swing it out, as if doing a slash. That she could do easily. He went back into a simple guard stand, just like the one she herself held. "Lion on the Hill. Sword is held at shoulder level, ready to attack or defend. You don't move from the position save to keep your opponent in front of you."

 

He did so, then let his lathe down slowly. He had a grin, and she knew what that meant. She was going to have to do it now. "They're pretty showy names, but they have a good reason for them. They're meant to allow you to focus the movement. For example, the Lion on the Hill denotes strength in a single position, a Lion doesn't need to move from where he is in the face of other opponents. Unfolding the Fan, one imagines a fan being flicked open quickly and sharply, in the same way one performs the movement. Leopard in the Tree, one is reminded that they are to keep on their toes, ready to strike or leap away if necessary, constant readiness."

 

She nodded her head, and he sat down on the ground. "Well? Go on, lets see it." She glared at him as he sat down, and put her hands on her hips. â€Aran, if you think for one minute that you can boss me around…†She glared at him, and he laughed, waving her on to attempt the movement.

 

She adopted the first for as he had, her sword at her side and the lathe ready. She moved into the second form, her blade coming out, and she attempted to use her hips to swing. All she achieved was almost losing her balance, and used air to catch herself. He was muttering a laugh, and she had half a mind to bound and gag him with air. The second attempt was somewhat better, but she didn’t use her hips, so it wasn’t a good slash. The last form she held for a moment, but she was still a little off balance, and had to shift her feet. Now he just had an amused grin on.

 

After a few more tries, she had the first and the last stance down. She could finally get her feet into proper place, and had good balance. But she was still trying the Unfolding of the Fan. She was afraid to show herself weak to any soldier that might be watching, and she continued to try. About the tenth time, she had it, without falling over. She looked at Aran for approval, and he just smiled and nodded. â€Again.†She smiled back, and then went back into her void. After five more attempts and successes, she sheathed her weapons and walked to him, giving him a hand off the ground as he went onto the next lesson.

 

Christine

Aes Sedai

Deneira smiled and laughed as her horse took the first step off the bridge leaving Tar Valon. It had been far too long since she had left the city and, while she did love the city life, she was ready to take herself back into the country side, or at least away from the bustle and hustle of the rest of the world. The fact that she was with her Teacher, Mateo, was not going to cramp her style, and they hadn’t even spoken since Mateo came and told her that they were going on a road trip to Caemlyn.

 

She had never been to Caemlyn before… heck, she hadn’t been further south than Tar Valon, and that was in the north… hardly even close to being south. It had been straight from the Blight Lands of Saldaea to Tar Valon, where she was immediately taken in. She had seen one city, then a lot of trees and wood. Perhaps she was almost naïve in her thinking, but at least she knew her way around a camp site.

 

She knew it would take a few days to get to Caemlyn, so that meant a few days not talking. But she didn’t mind- just as long as the big oaf didn’t talk to her. Honestly, Mateo should just disappear all together. No one would care anyways…

 

They stopped for the night in the middle of the woods, and Deneira got straight to work while Mateo just stood back and watched. She looked for hard, dry ground, and set about making a small fire. After, she took her saddle bags off the horse, then looked around for some water. Glancing at him once, she glared as he just stared.

 

After the campsite was set up, she set about getting some food. After hunting around, she found some herbs. She then went looking for some meat, and while climbing up a tree, looking for fruit, birds, or squirrels, she found a snake… of course, that thing lost its head and went on the dinner menu.

 

That night, Deneira felt god-awful tired. Laying back, she closed her eyes, ready for a good night of sleep.

 

Ooc: you may leave my child now!

Christine gasped in horror. This could not have happened. Not now! Not after everything she had done... But her friend merely nodded her head. How could her letter have gone astray? How could a stupid novice mistake Green Ajah for Gray Ajah? That letter could be anywhere! Any if someone found it that wasn’t supposed to... there would be hell to pay.

 

She shook her head, and her friend rushed off. Two nights before, Christine had written a letter, explaining in detail about the plans of the Modernists. It was meant to go to her Captain General, Sirayn, but at the moment, she was more than certain that Jaydena’s spy was watching her, just to make sure that she would not switch her alliances. It was hard being a spy that was double crossing. Her true alliance was with Sirayn, and if Jaydena found out... she would disappear from the tower.

 

So, of course, to make it so that no one saw her anywhere NEAR Sirayn’s, Christine had given the letter to a novice, after putting a lock on it that only an Aes Sedai could open, and told her to take it to the Green Ajah Halls and take it to Sirayn. How could the child have taken it to Gray? Her friend was one of Sirayn’s followers, and said she saw the girl take it to the Gray Ajah halls... this had to be a joke.

 

So of course, Christine had to get it back. If anyone found out... then there would be question of trouble in the Green Ajah, then wondering what these plans are... and a total conspiracy would come out. It was horrid, and Christine felt her heart drop. She had to find the novice, figure out where the letter went, and get it back. But there was no way in the world she could do it herself, that would bring questions.

 

Christine turned from her corner, wondering who to ask. It had to be someone that would keep their mouth shut. Accepted tended to gossip, and a novice had already messed up for her. It had to be someone else... perhaps a recruit... but ever since her own scandal a few years before, Christine didn’t hold much power around the green ajah... it would be years yet before she was given the respect she properly deserved.

 

And her eyes set on him. A trainee. They knew to keep their mouth shut, and he seemed to just be fooling around books. He should be out training instead of reading. Well, she would train him now- train him to get her what she wanted, and to keep his mouth shut afterwards. She walked by him, and picked him up by his shirt, and said, “Keep your mouth shut, and come with me.â€

 

He stumbled up, and she led him by his shirt down the hall, up a stair well, and then to an empty class room. No one was around, and she was grateful for that. If anyone had seen her, more than likely, Sirayn would find out, and then Christine would have to explain her mistake... she didn’t want to do that one.

 

She shut the door behind him, and he tried to protest as she put her hand over his mouth, and said, “Shut it, anyone could be listening.†He nodded his head, and she wrapped a weave around the room, warding out any listeners. She looked around the classroom, shut all the windows, then turned back to the trainee who stared at her, confused.

 

“What is your name?†He answered, and she nodded. “My name is Christine, and I am a Green Sister. I have a problem. At this moment, there is a letter floating around the Gray Ajah, and it belongs to the Greens. You must keep this quiet, and do exactly as I say. I need you to go to the novice quarters, and ask for Elyna. Do not go in, or you will be in trouble. Just wait for her to come to you.â€

 

“Then, when she comes, ask her to whom she took the letter that was given to her by Christine Sedai. She will tell you. Come back here, and tell me who it was. Then we shall see about what I need next.†He nodded his head. “Any questions? If not, run boy, because who knows when that letter will be opened.†He nodded, turned, and ran.

 

 

 

ooc: ok, the novice can say anything, just pick any random name out of your head to say is the Gray sister. It doesnt matter. Just TPC the novice. Hope this is ok so far and don’t worry, we will get all the posts we need out of this.

Waking up, Christine’s head ached. That idiot… she should have expected Aran to drug her, but this was cruel. And her body was so itchy. And why did she smell grass? She opened her eyes and sat up, screaming. This had to be a joke. Where was Aran? And the horses? What about their bags?

 

She climbed out of the pile of grass, and started peeling off her clothes. This could not be happening. As she pealed off her bodice, she saw a note… oh Light! She opened it up, and read that she was expected to meet him in the next village. Christine was furious. She had no weapons other than Saidar and her dagger…

 

She looked at her hand, and saw her ring was gone. No; no, No NO! he had taken her ring, and that was the last straw. Stomping out the grass from the clothes she still war, she threw her shirt on the ground and screamed. She was out in the middle of the woods, alone. Her hair was stuffed with grass, and she felt horrid. That man would pay.

 

She channeled Water into her clothes and washed them, shivering from being cold. She was too tired to start a fire with the power too. After a few minutes, she blew them dry with Air, and put them back on. That MAN! He would so pay for this. And she had to walk… at least she knew where to go.

 

She began walking, and her stomach grumbled. Light, she was so hungry. And what was there to eat? Nothing. This was the worst trip ever. Last time she went anywhere with a man she hadn’t whipped, Lesson or No Lesson. She knew that the village was a few days away, and was afraid of what she would have to resort to.

 

That night, Christine made a fire out of twigs and branches. She had walked a long way, but was still on an empty stomach. At least she had gotten water to drink, she had remembered what he had said about draining water through her clothes. After finding murky ground, she had enjoyed channeling up the Water and then straining it… the best part was getting a clean drink.

 

She woke up the next morning, and her body cried out in pain. Light, if only there was another Aes Sedai with her to help her move. They would be able to Heal each other, and that would come in handy. No wonder they liked to travel in groups.

 

By midday, Christine was starving, and she was willing to do anything to eat. She saw a fruit tree, and hungrily climbed up it, only to find a snake. It was harmless, but it startled her to bad that she fell out of the tree. Gathering her wits about her, she climbed back up the tree, and this time when she got to the snake, she cut its head off with her knife. Really, snake tasted a lot like chicken.

 

She had continued on that day, saving two fruit and some of the snake for that night. She had enjoyed her meal, and held onto the last fruit for the next morning as breakfast. Of course, something else decided they wanted her breakfast, and Christine wanted to cry as she cooked the poor rabbit over the fire. Poor thing…

 

She ate only a little, along with some herbs she had found nearby, then continued. Lunch wasn’t eaten- it was only her third day, and she knew she might be walking another two or three days. That night, she ate the rest of the rabbit, and slept, wondering how far she had left to go.

 

She woke up, hungry, and vowed to not eat again until lunch. It would help. Her feet were sore, but she could feel her body regaining some strength. And even better, she was proud of herself for making it as long as she did. She knew that everyone had expected her, the clean, cute, seductive Aes Sedai, to fail at being in nature. Well, she could prove them all wrong.

 

About midmorning, Christine smelled smoke. She grinned, then smelling meat, and hearing people. She ran, and in a few minutes, stumbled into the town. She looked around, and finally found the inn that Aran had written about in the note. She went inside, and there the idiot sat, smiling.

 

â€Four days… not bad. Did you enjoy your surprise?†Christine walked up to him, and slapped him across the face. He just looked like he was going to grin more. She put one hand on her hip, the other held out to him. “I think I proved my point that I would succeed. I ate snake and rabbit, and I hunted, climbed trees, and even did your stupid water trick. I want my ring!â€

 

 

Christine Segreto

Cool Little Aes Sedai that is WS 3 and kicks butt!

Christine was angry enough to hit someone. Oh, she was so mad. How dare this woman treat her like she was a whore? She should be dismissed or something. No wonder everyone hated the green ajah. It was because of this idiot that was in control. “Are you sober? Recite your Oaths. In reverse order.†Recite her Oaths? What the bloody… was this a test? Christine just started cursing. “You bloody wench. Devils brat, let me go, I demand to be let go, you whore. Let me go you-“ Christine had her mouth gagged again, and Sirayn raised an eyebrow. “I can only assume that you are a little the worse for wear. This is, therefore, regrettable but necessary.†What?

 

Christine felt a huge gush of water on her, and she gasped for air. Sirayn watched her, and Christine just sat there shaking, in shock. What the light?!?! This woman was trying to kill her! “You are feeling sober now? Yes? Excellent. You and I are going to have a little discussion. This has been waiting for some time and you have just insulted, threatened and assaulted me, so you will forgive me if I take some time to conduct this properly.†HA! After that little show, there was no way she would listen to the woman. She hated her, resented her, and would never respect someone that treated her like a servant. “I am less than amused by your behavior of late.†Oh, really? Christine just thought she was sitting in the office, freezing wet, because they were planning a tea party… please, could this woman get real?

 

“First, you are drinking too much. I will not tolerate my sisters being seen intoxicated. This goes no matter where you are, whether it be in the city itself or in these very halls, and you had best remember it very well. From this night onward you will not touch a drop of alcohol until I give you specific permission. If I ever catch you drunk in public again … ever … you will be doing penance with the Mistress of Novices every day until I am satisfied you have learnt your lesson.†She would be sent to that idiot woman? Please, it would be a scandal on the green ajah. That was an empty threat. And after she was let out of this stupid penance, she was leaving the tower, for good. She was sick of the rules and the hypocrisy, and she was sick of this woman.

 

“Second, your conduct with young men is unacceptable. There is no possible circumstance in which I will permit you to be seen engaging in the sort of behaviour I have had reported to me. In public an Aes Sedai must at all times bring credit to her shawl; the only image you are spreading is that of an empty headed lightskirt. There is no leeway here. You will cease your fraternisation with men starting immediately. Once I give you word you will be permitted to exercise discretion over your affairs in private. Similarly, if you ever act improperly with a man in public again, you will not be sitting down for months.†She was losing WHAT! How could she not talk to men? They were there to serve her. Taking away men was like taking away saidar. She couldn’t be this cruel… oh yes, but she was. Christine struggled against her bonds, trying to get lose, then gave up again. This had to be a cruel joke, a night mare, something other than real.

 

“Third, your other behaviour is not up to the standard I expect from my sisters. I had anticipated that you would possess at least some sense of your own, but since it seems I must guide you myself, I will lay down strict rules for you to keep to. You will speak to your elders and betters with respect; you will obey their orders unquestioningly; you will complete the work you are given and be grateful that you are tasked at all. Your private business will not be permitted to interfere with your work for the Green Ajah. You will act at all times in a manner fitting to your rank as a sister of the Battle Ajah. Children and strangers are looking up to you as an example. The example you are currently setting is one of a drunkard and a lightskirt. That ends and it ends tonight.†Christine had to hold back a laugh. It didn’t matter how she set herself as. She was her own person. If someone compared her with all Aes Sedai, then they were a fool. It was like comparing a man that thinks he can sail up river to all men, saying they are all fools about the water. This idiots logic simply was not such.

 

“Fourth and finally … you will learn proper respect toward your Ajah Head and you will learn it if I have to tattoo it into you myself. You do not insult me, you do not threaten me, you do not question me. You do not lift a hand to me. You obey my orders instantly, without hesitation, and you will think yourself lucky for being given that opportunity. I am not here to engage in debate with children such as yourself; I am here to be your Captain General and I require your obedience. If you want to see another year in the Battle Ajah, much less any kind of rank for yourself, you will learn that this instant. I will not tolerate the slightest disrespect.†Respect? There was no way in bloody shadow that THAT would happen. Oh, light she hated that woman so much. How could she do this?

 

After a few minutes, Sirayn spoke again. “I would ordinarily court martial people like you,†the lazy words held a whole new level of threat. “That would be your career over in the space of an hour. Finished forever. Your name would still be repeated in a century’s time as one of the few so unfit for service that they were hauled through trial. And I admit … that I am very tempted, in your case in particular, because you have shown me contempt and far more importantly you have disgraced the Battle Ajah. However, because I am merciful, I am permitting you one last chance. One foot out of line … one word wrong … and I will have you before a full court before you can even twitch.†She would be court martialed? No, Sirayn couldn’t do that. How could she? The woman was lying, but… Christine knew she wasn’t. Her heart sunk. How was she to become a general and lead an army when her career was destroyed. Perhaps she could deal with the trials that the woman set forth in order to save her name.

 

“So here is your last chance to save your career. You are demoted as of this moment to the status of recruit. If you truly want to be Battle Ajah, and from your performance so far I have grave doubts, you will earn that rank. No longer will you be able to trick or deceive your teacher … and I suspect that is precisely how you gained your shawl the first time around for no qualified sister would turn out a student like you … because I will be that teacher. From this night onward you go nowhere outside these Ajah Halls unless I am with you. You do not drink. You do not so much as speak to a man. You speak to your elders only when spoken to. You do exactly as you are ordered, no questions, and certainly no insolence. Break the terms of this bargain and I will court martial you. Half an excuse and I will court martial you anyway.†Every bit of anger that had been turned down on the idea of a court martialing flaired back up. A recruit? Christine had been in the shawl for over ten years. She wasn’t going to be some recruit again. This simply would not happen.

 

Christine felt the bonds leave her body, but she didn’t move. “Is that fully understood, recruit?†Christine just sat there in shock. She would not be called such. What humility! She rose from her chair, hands clenched, and stared down at the woman before her. “It is understood, but it will not happen. I have been in my shawl for ten years- you will not take that away from me. What I do is my business, and I suggest you keep your a-“ Christine felt her mouth gagged with air. â€Certain you want to say that, recruit?†Christine bit her tongue, and sat back down in her seat. This was a mockery of her stature. Obviously, the woman was just jealous of the power she possessed, wanting to take it away.

 

Christine nodded her head, and clenched her fists as she spoke. “As you say, Aes Sedai. I will try my best to do as you ask, and when the time comes for me to be raised back to my proper rank, then I shall take leave from this tower. You will not have to worry about me ever again.†Sirayn just stared at her, and Christine rose from her chair, her knees weak with shock. She was a recruit! She couldn’t drink, she couldn’t party, and- oh no… no more men. That just… couldn’t be! It would not be. And how long would this go on?

 

Christine sighed, and she curtsied to Sirayn. “I do have a request. If I am to be a recruit, then let my time as one not be longer than a year. It would not be suitable. I will try my best and stick with the deal. Come to terms with me and make a deal too. A year will be sufficient time to… study over my career- don’t you think?â€

He looked at her, over the new glass in his hand, and their eyes bet. They held for a moment, until he finally spoke. “Again I apologize Christine Sedai, it was nothing you said. I was momentarily lost to my thoughts.†The man seemed to apologize quite a lot. More than likely, her had heard of mean and cruel old bags that were stiff on protocol… a lot like the idiots she was avoiding that day. She saw a smile on his face, and it seemed to fit a lot better than his worried look. “sometimes the duty of the Tower stretches out further then we think. At times it would be nice to slip from it’s shadow for a spell and remember the life we had.â€

 

Ah… the life she had. As much as she hated the tower, it was better to be here, under the control of her superiors, that dead, under the control of her parents and the Dark Ones that served them. She wanted to shudder at the idea, but kept her smile. This one had a fierce tongue, speaking his mind. It was inappropriate to speak of such things as avoiding the tower, and thinking of being someone other than their position at present. She knew, though, that perhaps a life away from the tower, while not as exciting, would at least be one that could be held as your own, instead of in the service of others.

 

She smiled at him, sitting back in her chair. Her eyes followed the boys that ran in the street, and she wished that she had been a happy child. Ah, to go back and have her childhood. It had all been stolen from her- but it did make her the woman she was that day, and she couldn’t imagine herself any other way. He studied her, with the smile remaining, and she was puzzled. What was this man doing now? The idea that he had had a bad experience with another Aes Sedai entered her mind once again, and she noted to learn more about this strange man she was sharing a drink with.

 

“You have a marvelous choice in vintage Christine Sedai. I did not know that so simple a tavern would carry so fine a bouquet.†Well, she had been nobility at one time- of course she knew good wine. He leaned back, as though he was trying to relax, but he made a fool job of it. Men didn’t know how to relax. “a beautiful day for a walk. Always a treat to be out of the Tower if not far from it’s walls.†She was about to ask him to join her for a walk around the city when he spoke again about the wine. What was it with him and this wine? She had had better. “Have you always had such commendable knowledge in the vineyards’ offerings?â€

 

She smiled at him, and remembered back to her studies. This simple Tower Guard appeared to be playing Daes Dae’mar with her. He would of course, fail at it, for she was an Aes Sedai, and had been trained to be perfect in her studies, but still, she would avoid it at all cost. She found it to get in the bother of… enjoying one self. Taking a last sip of her drink, she set down the glass. “Well, Master Corin, before tower life, I was privileged to experience the life of a noble, so wines are simply something I was demanded to know. But the question is, sir, why would a Tower Guard know something of good wine?â€

 

She didn’t let him answer the question as she rose from her seat, and he struggled to leave his relaxed position to jump up. Of course the man would have proper manners! It was a good thing too, she felt a little tired, and having some wine wasn’t always smart. She had a feeling that falling over was very possible, and it was always a good idea, when falling over, to have a strong man near by.

 

He set down his glass as he took the last sip, and she gave him a quick side smile. He seemed to watch her, study her almost, and she waited a moment before speaking. “Master Corin, perhaps you would like to take a walk with me on this fine day.†She knew of a vinery outside of the town that perhaps he would go to with her, but that was a long walk- it was better to ride. But still, a nice walk would be enjoyable. Perhaps he would at least walk with her to the tower. Light, it was only midday, and she was feeling just a little… tipsy.

ooc: crap, i need to read the OOC next time before i post... i wrote the ENTIRE thing, even the dialog, then i read this... LOL, so much for me and smarts... so, just tell me if i mess up on this.

 

IC:

Christine stood before her mirror, fixing her hair. She wanted to look perfect for Talyn’s ceremony. After all, he only became a Tower Guard once. She wore her best dress, one of Green Silk on the skirts, and white silk on the bodice and sleeves. Gold thread laced it up, and she wore her hair up, pinned by a Emerald and Gold pin. She situated her Green Shawl over her shoulders, then nodded, approving her look.

 

She was nervous for him, just as she had been nervous for her own raising. She had been frightened of messing up, or of failing. Thankfully for him, the hard part was over. All that was left was the simple ceremony, with her, a Tower Guard, and the Commander. She left the tower, heading to the grove. She ran into the commander and Rosheen, the Tower Guard. They would head there together. They arrived and stood, waiting.

 

While she had not known Talyn for long, she was still very proud of him for getting raised, and even more, she was honored to be there. After all, she had not been in her shawl for long, and yet here she was, not only representing the White Tower, but even more so representing her ajah… of course, Sirayn would more than likely say that she was only there for the men, but Christine liked the experience she would gain from being at the ceremony.

 

It was a beautiful day, and they all stood in a small glade. The sun up above was blocked by the trees, and a stone slab stood in the middle. The Commander was behind it, awaiting for the Trainee, now Tower Guard, to approach. Rosheen, a Tower Guard, stood on the left side, while Christine stood on the right, representing all Aes Sedai. They waited there, for the Trainee had to come.

Christine stumbled into the Green Ajah quarters, holding onto the wall. Her stomach hurt as she felt her hangover approaching. Her head ached, but it was ok. Light! She had thought that Tower Guards were amazing in bed… he was just a regular foot soldier accompanying a merchant… she hadn’t had anything like that in a while. Her heart was still racing. The hallways were dark, and Christine called on the power, trying to light up the hallway a little, but it wasn’t smart to Channel Under the Influence. The whole hallway seemed to be lit up with fire, and she laughed. Light, she felt out of it.

 

Stumbling past the Captain General’s doorway, she made a rude gesture at the woman inside. That idiot. Light, when would she ever just leave her alone? Christine was a grown woman, she didn’t need someone watching over her every move. Ten bloody years, she had been a sister, 11 an Aes Sedai. She had rightfully earned her place as a Battle Sister… she didn’t need someone checking up on her. When would she ever escape the woman?

 

She felt a hand over her mouth, and another on her wrist. â€Come here, you fool girl!†Christine heard. She was tossed into Sirayn’s office, and she glared at the woman. What in the light was going on here? Sirayn looked furious, and barked, “Sit down, child.â€[/i] Christine went to sit down, a pout on her face, then stood back up. She was stronger than this woman, and they were of the same body stature. She couldn’t tell her anything. “I wont do anything for you, you idiot of a Captain General. Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?†Christine made for the door, which Sirayn bared. “Move, or I will make you.†Sirayn didn’t budge. Christine attempted to push her from the way, but was too intoxicated to do any better. She hit at Sirayn trying to get by. “You cant keep me here!â€

 

Trying to slap and punch her captor, Christine felt bonds of air around her, and could no longer feel the source. “What the-“ her mouth was shut, and she was roughly tossed into her chair. Sirayn went around the desk and sat down in front of her. Christine was furious. How DARE this woman do anything to her? â€I suggest you shut your mouth, girl.†Christine just glared. What the light did she want now?

I am a Child of the Light! Witch! I do not wish to channel!" Well, the idiot girl certainly did have spirit. It was too bad the girl would be sent to the Mistress of Novices the first time she called a Sitter or Elder sister “witch.†Christine was a firm believer in showing love to her students instead of hatred. Others just demanded respect, never taking the time to teach and listen. Perhaps it was the child in Christine, but she felt pity for the girl. â€I am bound here by a promise. That is all." A promise? The girl certainly didn’t have to come to the tower. Idiot child… but it was a good thing she had.

 

"I'm sorry ," She sighed. The girl sighed a lot. "I have a..." Problem, perhaps? Something was certainly odd here. After a few moments, she looked at Christine. "I have a troubled history. I am not here because I want to be."

 

She picked up her story after another sigh. "But I am here and that is all that matters," Christine nodded. That did matter. "I shall do what you ask as my mistress. I shall perform my tasks and I shall learn. But do not ask me to become like... like you... I am a Child... that is all my history you need to know."

 

Another sigh was heard. "I am sorry mistress. I spoke to freely. Please forgive me." She sighed and looked at the ground. "I'm sorry." Christine nodded. She had been a little… afraid when she had first come to the tower.

 

Looking at the girl, she stopped where she was, holding the girl still. Looking into her eyes, Chrsitine paused a moment, then spoke. “Do you want to learn to heal people? Or perhaps you would like to stop battles. Or do you like history? Or maybe a weapon. Girl, I am not telling you that your life has been a lie, but the Children… they do not take a moment to look at us before they judge us.â€

 

Christine chose her words slowly as she continued. “Aes Sedai have been around since before the breaking. Our gift is from the creator, not the dark one. The only ones that are not with a clean gift is the men, and if you are against men channeling, you can study that too. We are not evil. We just want to make this world better.â€

 

“We all do it our own ways. The Children of the Light hunt down darkfriends. The Queen of Andor protects her people. Blue Sisters look for justice. A fisherman trys to feed the people. We all try to make the land better. The Sisters of the Tower just have a power on addition to themselves. We aren’t cursed. You can be one of us too.â€

 

Christine waited a moment, then turned and walked to the girl’s rooms, still speaking. “I don’t want you to be afraid here. I will always listen to you, and always here to talk. But may I suggest, do not call Aes Sedai “witch†unless of course you like the Mistress of Novice’s office.†No one ever did…

Deneira ran from the room, fled more like, fearing that woman inside. She was a cruel, heartless Aes Sedai. That woman was... pure evil. She could not believe that someone like that was an Aes Sedai. How could she get away with treating people like that? Dene knew that she did not have enough time to finish all that she was asked of, but perhaps Liitha would forgive her. Light! two chorse in one day... and she finished neither!

Deneira

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Running in the midmorning heat, Dene tried to concentrate on anything other than the night before. What exactly had she agreed to? Was she really that desperate to have a man to herself, to swear to sleep with only him? Was she really that desperate? Or was she just wanting something solid... Sweat dripped down her face, and the small shirt she wore clung to her every curve. Even the ties of her corset could be seen. The breeches she wore clung, and she wore low boots so that the running was easier. She hadnt run in a few days, and since her mentor was busy with some business, she was running to keep in shape.

 

All she saw, however, was Natan. How could he have caught her heart like that? Was it his handsome face, his strong body, or his commitment to her. He was as sweet and loving and passionate in bed as he was in a regular conversation, and she liked that. How could she have ended up with him in her bed? He was a prize that she was going to hafto sacrifice things for to hold on to.

 

It seemed to be getting hotter, and she knew of a small pond in the ogier grove. Headed in the general direction, Dene was startled to see a familiar face at the edge, working on sword forms. The way his body moved, and how he concentrated on his work... it took her breath away. as she ran by, she looked away just in time as he looked up and saw her, startled. She just ran faster, hoping he couldnt see her blushing face.

 

She ran, dodging the trees, and found her way to the pond. Not even looking behind her, knowing she was hidden from everyone else, she stripped off her shirt and pants, tugged off her shoes, and flicked off her small clothes and corset as she dove into the water. She felt immediately refresehed, and came out of the water, her eyes just above the line, to see Natan staring down at her. She didnt even try to hide her body... just smiled.

 

"Jump in!" she yelled up to him. "The water feels amazing!" he looked down at her with his odd smile, and she couldnt help but laugh. He was hers, all hers, and she had to be the luckiest girl in the yard.

 

 

Natan

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After the night before he had to clear his mind so he went out to the edge of the Ogier grove to practice, away from everyone. He decided he would bring his rapier with him today instead of his bastard sword. The forms were different but the rapier let him hone his speed and agility. As he fought his imaginary opponent he began to work his foot work also, turning in a circle he stepped his right foot in front of his left and then vice versa, circling the air, jabbing and slicing, combining the two in one fluid motion. As his circle completed he noticed someone running in his general direction. Upon closer inspection he realized it was Dene. He sheathed his blade and took off after her. She dissapeared into the woods and he followed her best he could. He immerged onto a small pond as he watched her bare back hit the water.

 

He walked up to the edge of the pond as she imerged, completely naked, her clothes scattered along the bank. She looked up at him with those sparkling blue eyes and said "Jump in! The water feels amazing!" He suddenly realized how sweaty he was and the water did look incredibly inviting. Not being able to deny her he stripped down, took a couple steps back and got a running start doing a front flip as he jumped in. When he surfaced she was smiling at him and he jumped at her in the water catching her around the waist and dragging her down to the bottom with him. He held her there while she squirmed then pushed off the bottom as hard as he could and sent them launching through the water to the surface.

 

As the reached the air she breathed heavily, and smacked his chest, looking slightly angry with him. "oh i'm sorry, did i scare you? Your right this water is wonderful, if only it were a little clearer...." He was looking down at her body, slightly squinting acting like he was having trouble seeing. He smiled and kissed her cheek then dove backward into the water splashing her with his feet. He swam to the other edge of the pond and surfaced again, motioning to her to join him. "C'mon, are you just going to stand there or are you going to have a little fun. He swam back over to her underwater and grabbed her thigh. He heard her squeel and he swam through legs coming up behind her and tickling her sides. "Well your no fun, i thought you wanted to go for a swim."

 

 

Deneira

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He smiled down at her, then took off his clothes to her delite. She stared at him, smiling, and he ran and jumped into the water. Laughing, she swam towards where he fell, and he popped up from the surface, grinning. He jumped towards her, and grabbed her waist hard, yanking the breath out of her as she was pulled to the bottom. He held her tight, and she struggled for air as he held them down, before pushing up. She was ready to slap him- what if she had died from lack of air? It would have been all his fault!

 

Smaking him hard on the chest, he tried to apologize as she struggled to breath. She was absolutely furious and didnt know what to say. How dare he do that to her? "oh i'm sorry, did i scare you? Your right this water is wonderful, if only it were a little clearer...." He looked down in the water, and she blushed. How could she be mad at him? He kissed her cheek, and she long ed for more as he swam away, splashing her with his feet. She laughed and watched him appear on the other side of the pond. "C'mon, are you just going to stand there or are you going to have a little fun?"

 

He swam under the water again, and she felt something grab her leg. Squeeling and shaking him off, he came up behind her and tickled her, making her laugh harder. "Well your no fun, i thought you wanted to go for a swim." She laughed again, then turned around to kiss him hard. Their bodies pressed together as their tongues explored the other's mouths. They stayed like this for a moment, before she pushed away and went under the water, swiming fast. Reappearing in the middle of the pond, she laughed, calling out to him.

 

"Over here! Come here!" he turned around and came to her while she dove under the water again and swam to the edge of the pond. Climbing out, she sat at the shore as he popped out of the water in the middle of the pond. "Come on! hurry up!" he laughed again and dove under the water, and climbed onto the shore beside her. She ran her fingers through his hair as he sat beside her.

 

Laughing and blushing, she smiled at the way he looked at her, almost in anticipation. But he would have to work for her first. Kissing him delicately on the lips, she squeezed his hand before jumping up and diving back into the water. "Hey, I thought you wanted to swim!"

 

 

Natan

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As they realesed from their kiss she dove away swiming incredibly fast. Natan was amazed by the power her legs contained. She popped up in the middle of the pond and said "Over here! Come here!". He dove into the water to follow her but by the time he surfaced she was already at the edge of the pond, sitting there waiting for him. "Come on! hurry up!" He laughed and dove back underwater heading towards her. He half expected to see her gone when he came to the surface but there she was, her beautiful face staring at him.

 

He pulled himself up onto the edge and sat there with her. She was running her hand through his hair and he wanted so much to kiss her again. She kissed his lips but before he could react she was up on her feet again. "Hey, I thought you wanted to swim!" With that she jumped back into the pond and swam away. She was such a tease, oh well, he enjoyed it. She kept him guessing, he didnt know everything that she was going to do before she did it. She had a veil of mystery about her, something that was very appealing in Natan's eyes.

 

He got up and dove in after her, chasing her around for a while. She was a much faster swimmer than he and was rather tiring. Finally she slowed down and he caught her, pulling her under once again. This time she squirmed free and pushed him down instead. Unfortunately her foot kicked his back and he lost a little more of his air than he would have hoped to. He also breathed in a little water and he tried to surface to release the strain on his lungs. As he pushed off the bottom he realized her foot was still pushing on him and he couldnt get any higher. He grabbed her leg trying to get her to pay attention but she just kicked him down again, thinking it was still a game. He struggled against the pain in his chest, but it was just too much for him and he found himself sinking. His panic level rose as he dropped through the water, becoming completely helpless. Hopefully she would realize what was going on...

 

 

Deneira

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Swimming around the pond, Dene laughed as he chased her. The way his laugh sounded was wonderful, and it just made her laugh harder as she swam. A few times, he almost caught her when she slowed down, but she would speed back up, fliiping and diving thru the water. Eventually, she could tell he was getting tired, and she let him catch her. She breathed in as he dragged her down to the bottom, and struggled to get free.

 

Kicking him down below her, she laughed, kicking him down whenever he tried to get up. She waited a minute, then realised he had stop trying to come up. Was he ok? Diving down, she searched thru the water, and found his seeming lifeless body under the water. Swimming fast to him, she grabbed him to her, and kicked off the bottom to reach the surface. HE wasnt breathing, and she swam him over to shore.

 

Laying himdown carefully, she started pumping his chest, and breathing into his mouth, crying. Scenes of her father's death flashed before her eyes. His weak smile... then the falling of his head as he died... Struggling to push out the memories, she kept pushing on his chest, crying out his name, praying for him to breathe. "Please, Natan, please, breathe!" Breathing into his mouth again, she put her head to his chest, and heard nothing.

 

No! this couldnt be happening! It was only a game! how could he die on her? How dare he! Slapping him hard on the chest, thru her tears, she saw his body shake as he coughed up water, then shook his head and sat up. HEr arms went around his neck as she kissed his face. Light! how afraid she had been.

 

He looked around, a little bewildered, and she kissed him softly, trying to let him regain air. "I thought I lost you there!" She whispered into his ear, and hugged him close. What would she have done if he had died? HE still looked a little in shock, and she kissed his cheek, the fear still in her eyes. "Im so sorry, Natan, Im so sorry. Please, forgive me, i would never want to hurt you."

 

She hugged him again, crying into his shoulder. The fact they were naked didnt even cross her mind... all that mattered was that he forgive her. How could she have been so foolish?

 

 

 

Natan

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Natan had blacked out, suddenly he could hear a very faint voice, or at least he thought he did. "Please, Natan, please, breathe!" Breathe? what was that? he couldnt remember what breathe meant. All he knew was that he was sinking into blackness, lacking the will to try to return. He kept trying to think of the reason that voice sounded familiar and what it meant to breath. suddenly it all came flooding back to him. he reached for the surface, trying to escape the blackness that was surrounding him. He could hear sobbing, Dene's sobbing. He finally reached the top and tried to breath. Instead he coughed and conciousness returned as he purged his lungs from the water that had ventured down the wrong tube. He sat up, shaking his head, trying to regain his bearings. He felt Dene's arms around his neck and her lips on his own. Fear haunted her eyes as she kissed him again. He heard her whisper "I thought I lost you there!" How long had he been out? Had he scared her that bad? She squeezed him and he squeezed back, trying to reassure her that he was ok.

 

He felt horrible, he hadnt meant for anything bad to happen. She kissed his cheek and said "Im so sorry, Natan, Im so sorry. Please, forgive me, i would never want to hurt you." Her arms pulled him in again and he held her close. He could feel her sobbing on his shoulder as she cried. He just held her there letting her get it out of her system. He really was ok now, she was just in shock from almost killing him. "It's ok, im fine, really. Dene dont worry, im ok now. Look, c'mon, lets get you dried off and back in your clothes. I dont really feel like swimming anymore anyways. C'mon." He stood up and tried to pull her with him but she wouldnt budge, she just sat on the ground crying, so he crouched back down and hugged her. They sat that way for a little while. Well, at least the sun was drying them. He left her and went and collected their clothes. "cmon, get up, lets get you dressed again."

 

He helped her get into her clothes and then he put his own on as she sat there. He stood her up and started walking her back towards the tower. He kept telling her everything was going to be alright, trying to get her to settle down. Nothing he said seemed to work but he kept trying. As they neared the tower she seemed to settle down a little bit but he kept his arm around her just the same. He must've really scared her, "I wonder how long I was out." he thought. The began walking through the tower and he realized he wasnt quite sure where he was headed. He found himself in the trainee hall and thought about taking her to his room. Only problem was, what if Ryen and them were in there. He wanted to do as little explaining as he had to. But where should he go?

 

 

Deneira

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Shaking with fear, she heard him whisper he was ok. "It's ok, im fine, really. Dene dont worry, im ok now. Look, c'mon, lets get you dried off and back in your clothes. I dont really feel like swimming anymore anyways. C'mon." She kept crying, afraid to move. She had almost killed him... she had almost killed her lover... How could she have been so stupid? After all the people she had lost... then she pulled this idiocricy. He sat down beside her, and hugged her close as she sat in his arms. She had hurt him... how much worse could she be? "cmon, get up, lets get you dressed again."

 

He got her dressed some how, but she was still shaking, afraid of what she had done. He kept whispering he was fine, but all she could see was his lifeless body, lying on the bank, while all she did was cry. How horrid could she be? He cared for her, and she had almost killed him. He had lied there at least ten minutes, and she was still surprised that he was still alive. She was even more surpised he had forgiven her.

 

Some how, they made it to the trainees hall, and she realised he still had his arm around her waist. She felt her face was flushed from fear, and her eyes had to still show her fear. He stopped ad looked around, then took his hand in hers. She wasnt shaking as much, and felt she could walk on her own without passing out. Being scared for his life had taken so much out of her... and it was her doing. They went to her room, and she let him in, then shut the door behind him. While Darion had been away, and he would still be gone another two months at least, she had rearranged the room. One of the extra beds had been put in the middle of the room, like a sofa, with pillows all over it.

 

The fire place in the corner that the bed was facing had fresh wood in it, and she tried to get it started. giving up, she threw the flint on the ground, and looked around her room. one bed was pressed against the far wall, and on the other side, two beds were pressed together, making one large bed. All of them looked unslept in. It was a pretty blah room. And Natan just stood there, staring at her. The tears came back to her eyes, and she turned away from him. Finding a ribbon, she pulled back her hair, then slipped off her clothes, not even hiding her body. Pulling on a loose shirt and loose pants, she went up to Natan, her head hung.

 

Looking up into his eyes, she set her head on his chest while his arms wrapped around her. Still in shock, she started shaking again. "Im so sorry. Im so, so sorry." She didnt know what else to say, other than ask, "Why are you still here? After what I did, im surprised you arent running away from me..."

 

 

 

Natan

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She must have realized he had no idea where to go cause she started leading him. She led him to her room and let him in. She closed the door and went to the fireplace, trying to start a fire. As she did Natan took a look around the room. There was a bed in the middle of the room with pillows piled on top of it. Natan guessed it was meant to be a couch of sorts. He looked around the rest of the room. One bed was pressed against the far wall, and on the other side, two beds were pressed together, making one large bed. All of them looked unslept in. He turned back to her just as she threw down the flint in frustration. She started crying and turned away. She walked over to her dresser, got a ribbon and pulled her hair back. She removed her clothes and put on some that were incredibly large on her. She walked back over to him, not making eye contact with him, her head hung like she was expecting punishment. She looked up at him and and put her head on his chest.

 

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She started to shake again and he held her firm. She started apologizing again and then said something completely unexpected. "Why are you still here? After what I did, im surprised you arent running away from me..." It suddenly hit him. She thought he believed she did it on purpose. No wonder she was so shaken. "It's not your fault, it was a complete accident. I knoy you didnt do it on purpose, i know you wouldnt do that." He brought her over to the "couch" and sat her down. Look, if i hadnt been messing around it wouldnt have happened so if its anyones fault its mine. Don't beat yourself up over this. I havent left because you're everything to me. You saved me too, dont forget. If you hadnt pulled me out i might have been a little upset but whos to say?" knowing this was completely rediculous he was hoping to get a smile out of her. It almost worked. "cmon, you just sit here, i'll get the fire started. dont you worry everythings going to be alright."

 

He walked over to the fire place and picked up the flint and steel. It took him a few tries to get it to work right but eventually he got a decent fire going. He looked over at Dene, her eyes were fixed on the fire and Natan was sure he saw a tear roll down her cheek. He couldnt imagisne where she ever got the idea that he blamedher for the incident and he didnt know how to get her to believe he didnt. He walked over to one of the beds and grabbed a blanket. He walked over to her and sat dow, putting the blanket on the two of them. He put his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her neck softly. "feeling any better?" she didnt answer him so he just held her. He had to think of some way to make her feel better but nothing came to mind. He nuzzled the back of her hair with his at and once again kissed her neck. What to do? "Dene, I know we've had a rough day but lets put it behind us and enjoy tonight at least. cmon cheer up. please, for me?" He pouted at her and kissed her lips softly.

 

 

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He held her tighter, and she listened to his heart beat, remembering when he hadnt had one. Light! he had almost died! "It's not your fault, it was a complete accident. I know you didnt do it on purpose, i know you wouldnt do that." He helped her over to the sofa, and helped her to sit down. She looked up at him, afraid to see anger. Instead, she saw love, caring, and worry.

 

"Look, if i hadnt been messing around it wouldnt have happened so if its anyones fault its mine. Don't beat yourself up over this. I havent left because you're everything to me. You saved me too, dont forget. If you hadnt pulled me out i might have been a little upset but whos to say?" A smile almost came to her face, but then she remembered where he would have been. Dead. Why did everyone close to her die. First her mother, then her brothers, and then her father. NExt, it would be her lover. "cmon, you just sit here, i'll get the fire started. dont you worry everythings going to be alright."

 

She sat there, staring at him blankly as he started the fire. She felt the warmth hit her skin, but all she saw was that day long ago, when she had lost her father. How he had wanted her to come here to trainee. And how he had said he loved her. But he was dead. And she was alone. He sat beside her and wrappedher up close to him with a blanket. His strong arms wrapped around her, and she felt soft lips kissing at her neck as she shivered.

 

"feeling any better?" She didnt know what to tell him. No matter how much he forgave her, she couldnt forgive herself. She felt his lips in her hair, and then his lips back on her neck. Maybe he wasnt really that mad at her... but still... how could she have been so foolish? And he still wanted to be with her? "Dene, I know we've had a rough day but lets put it behind us and enjoy tonight at least. cmon cheer up. please, for me?" He pouted, and kissed her softly, and she nodded. For him, she would be happy.

 

Turning to face him, she kissed him hard while tears still went down her cheeks. His hands went around her waist, and she layed back slowly on the sofa, and he layed half ontop of her, half beside her. They layed there kissing for a few more moments, before she pulled back and nodded. Forcing a smile, she moved a hand to caress his cheek. "Lets be happy then." HE returned the smile, and pulled her close to him.

 

Laying wrapped in his arms, Dene smiled. How much better could this be? They were laying together, almost asleep, and nothing could bother them. But she couldnt sleep. Looking up into Natan;s beautiful eyes, she saw he wasnt asleep either. Kissing his nose softly, she spoke. "Tell me about growing up in Tear. Dont they hate Aes Sedai down there? Why would you want to train here as a warder? And do you even plan on bonding?"

 

He smiled and silenced her with a finger on her lips. She smiled back, and snuggled close, awaiting to hear his answer. Just hearing his voice was wonderful, and when her head rested on his chest, his chest rumbled, making her smile everytime. How much better could things get?

 

 

 

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They were laying together peacefully but Natan didnt to sleep for fear of missing time with her. He looked down at her and saw she was looking back up at him. She kissed his nose and asked, "Tell me about growing up in Tear. Dont they hate Aes Sedai down there? Why would you want to train here as a warder? And do you even plan on bonding?" Finding it a rather unexpected question he looked at her rather quizically. He thought about it and decided he guessed it was an honest question and so decided to answer it. "Well, first you should know that im actually only half Tairen. My mother is from Andor which gave my life a little twist and probably changed the way I was raised. Ya see, i would get picked on by other kids because i was only half noble. My dad decided he wouldnt stand for it so thats when he started teaching me how to fight. As i got older i became stronger and quicker in my training. I started getting kinda cocky and started trying to climb the Stone. I've actually done it three times but there was one time I'll never forget. I was climbing when one of the other guys spotted me on the wall. He was sort of the ring leader of my persecuters and gathered them all together.... to throw rocks at me." Remembering the events started to bring back the pain and Natan had to pause to recover. Dene gave him a squeeze and he went on.

 

"Unfortunately they all had pretty good aim and fairly strong arms. A lot of their throws hit and it made extremely difficult to climb, let alone hang on. I kept trying to get higher but to no avail. I probably should have been trying to climb down because one of their stones hit my hand and broke a couple of my fingers, making it impossible to hold onto anything with it. Needless to say i screamed. I clung to the wall with my other hand and tried to stay where i was. I could feel my energy draining and they werent letting up. I could hear their laughter and I began to cry. It was probly only a few minutes but it felt like hours. Lucky for me my dad came along and chased them away. He tried to get me to climb down but i told him i couldnt. He kept yelling 'Try Natan, you've got to at least try! please, do it for me!' I started making my way down and got decently far before i slipped and fell. I was somewhere from 15 to 20 feet up when i dropped. My dad tried to catch me and managed to break my fall but i also managed to break his leg. He still limps from it." Natan hadn't realized it but at some point he had started to cry. The tears stinging his face.

 

"Anyways, after my hand healed my dad brought me to his good friend Darius for training in the rapier. I learned quickly in hopes to make my dad proud ad I was the first of Darius' students to take the final test. I passed and came here. As far as the people hating Aes Sedai thing goes, like i said my mom is andoran and they have a slightly different view. Besides, you can imagine i didnt really want to share the same views as my peers. As far as coming here goes, my parents accepted the idea because the saw it as a safer place to be than where i was. Sure they were upset to see me go, but it had to be done." He looked into her eyes to see them watery with a few tears on her face as well. He wiped them off with his thumb and kissed her on the lips. "I'm here now though and thats all that matters." he whispered.

 

 

 

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Dene listened to him half heartedly. She couldnt imagine what she would do if he wasn’t with her. He was so wonderful- quite a catch really. After all, she had given up sleeping around to sleep with only him. She didn’t do that for just anyone! She cried softly, his body curled around hers as he spoke softly into her hair.

 

Looking at him, he must have seen the tears, and he wiped then away softly. Tears were in the corners of his eyes as well. She felt a soft kiss on her lips, and heard him whisper, “I'm here now though and thats all that matters.†She nodded her head slowly, and kissed his lips again.

 

They layed there for a few moments, her body pressed against his, before she kissed his cheek softly, and then his neck. His arms wrapped around her back, and she continued kissing his neck softly, before pulling away from him, staring into his eyes lovingly. A smile slowly graced her lips, and she kissed his lips softly, before leading him to her bed, and letting him know how she felt.

 

They made love, and then layed in each other’s arms, just like they had the night before. It was wonderful and beautiful- something so romantic and caring and soft. The way his body curved around hers, his hands resting on her hips and his face in her hair was too much for her to bear. She started crying again, but these were happy tears. He looked at her, confused, and asked her what was wrong. Laughing softly, she kissed his forehead.

 

“Nothing,†she whispered. “Nothing could ever be wrong, as long as I am with you.†His eyes lit up at that, sparkling and shining. He pulled her back to him, his hands now held around her back and caressing her hair as she rested her face on his chest. They lay there in bliss, she listening to his heart beat, until she spoke again. “Do you think you could ever love me?†she asked softly, her voice half muffled in his hard chest.

 

 

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After they made love they laid there together, holding each other. She began to cry so he asked her what was wrong. “Nothing,†she whispered. “Nothing could ever be wrong, as long as I am with you.†Upon hearing that his heart leapt, it just made him so happy to hear someone say that. He hugged her to himself again and stroked her hair, smiling to himself, thinking about how wonderful he felt. Her head rose and fell with each breath he took, they fit perfectly together. “Do you think you could ever love me?†she asked softly. The question caught him by surprise. At first he wasn't sure he caught what she said, but after repeating it a few times in his head he was convinced. She had just asked if he could love her.... did he truly know what love was? Was he ready to love someone? He lay there, thinking, hoping that she wouldnt take his silence as "No". To be completely honest he had no idea.

 

But then he thought, of course he could love her. She was the first person he had ever been with but he knew that no one had ever made him feel the way she did. Just the mere sight of her made him happy. He realized that he would probably never find someone else like her for the rest of his life. He had no trouble talking to her, he had just told her about one of the most embarassing and painful memories he had without completely breaking down. The more he thought about it the more he realized that he might already love her. He wanted to tell her that but he wasnt sure how to phrase it. Natan had always been kind of a romantic so he wanted to tell her as beautifully as possible..... but how? Of course, a poem. but it couldn't be straight forward.... it had to be.... suave. finally he had it....

 

He pulled away from her and looked her in the eye, holding her in his gaze.

"If time were to stand still, I know exactly where I'd be.

Lying here beside you, for all eternity.

We'd live our lives together, for worse or for better.

We'd be there for each other, forever and ever.

Cause when you're here, I dont feel any pain.

I can feel your arms surround me and I know you'll never leave me.

With you here, i'm not afraid.

Cause you're lying here beside me and i know your here to guide me."

 

 

Deneira

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She didnt know if she loved him. Light, she didnt know what love was. But what she did know was that she had never felt like this for anyone. She had never cared so much or desired so much. Yes, she had suffered from lust, but what she had with Natan... it was more than that. She wanted to just be with him. Be in his arms. Make him smile and hear his laugh. If that was love, then she was certainly in love with him.

 

His body seemed to stiffen, and after a few minutes, she began to worry. Maybe he just thought of her as a whore... someone he could sleep with whenever he wanted. Maybe he didnt want love, or just didnt love her. Or maybe this was just a big joke... whatever the reason, he wasnt speaking, and she was worried. She wouldnt have even looked him in the eyes... she couldnt. She wanted to cry, or blush, or just get away. But they way his body felt around hers, and how protected she felt- there was no way she could leave the bed. She just wouldnt. She loved him, or at least, cared for him deeply.

 

He pulled away, and her heart sunk, tears in her eyes. He was leaving her. Light! how could she mess up the best thing she had ever had? How could she destroy that with him? She would never find anyone like him again, and just because of her stupidness, she was going to lose him. But he didnt leave. He just layed there, and she looked at him. His eyes held hers, and she listened.

 

She listened to his silly poem, and she just started crying. Light, that had to be the worst poem ever, but it said everything she wanted to say. She wanted to stay with him, no matter what. Nothing could be wrong with him. There was no other place she could be, at least not feel the way she felt right then. She didnt know if it was a yes or no, but it seemed like he cared for her like she cared for him.

 

Her lips pushed to his softly, and then he wrapped her back up in his arms. She burried her face into his chest, and she just layed there, letting the tears come out. After a few minutes, she pushed away, and looked at him, swallowing another sob in her throat, and speaking a reply. "Natan... I think I love you. I cant talk to anyone else like I talk to you, and this is possibly the best thing I have ever had. No, it is the best thing I have ever had. I feel so safe with you, and so loved... there is no where else I would rather be, and no one else I would rather be with."

 

He smiled at her, and she fell apart again, her soul bared out to him, wiith his arms going around to hug her close. She wrapped herself in his arms, and they layed there, so full of love and care. She felt her heart bursting with joy, and she wanted to laugh. "Please... dont leave tonight. Stay here, with me. Please?"

He kissed the back of her hand softly, and she smiled. He came up, and seemed to have to find his voice. He seemed to thinking on something, as thought what little she had said would bother him. “Good day Christine Sedai, I am Corin Danveer of the Tower Guard.†Oh! A Tower Guard! Lovely… she felt guilty for being with warders, because they were bonded and all, but Tower Guards were fair game… unless they were promised, and then they were challenging game. And she always loved a good game.

 

He took the glass from her hand slowly, and stared into her eyes. He seemed to be thinking on something, and she smiled at him. Whatever he had had earlier problems with, she hoped that he would forget them as he spent time with her. He returned her smile, which just renewed her own. He turned the glass to her, almost as a thank you, then spoke again. “Thank-you, it is a wonderful day for a drink. I am truly sorry I ran into you like that. I was so wrapped up in watching the boys and enjoying this wonderful day. I forgot myself and ran into the table.â€

 

He laughed, and she didn’t get the joke. He took a sip of the wine, and smiled. She took a sip of her own. Yes, she was nobility, she did have a preference of fine wines. It was so hard to find a good drink in the tower these days… after all being the low of the low did not have ANY benefits- forget the fact she was an Aes Sedai.

 

“I hesitate to ask what you meant when you stated you where not the one I had to worry about.†He looked at her, and she just relaxed, taking another sip of her drink. She ordered another glass of wine… the third would be her last, and ordered him another at the same time. He tried to pick up a few of the items that were on the ground, but she waved him off. She thought about the question, as she didn’t know how to answer. She beckoned a boy over, and he came to her quickly. Pressing a coin into his hand, she smiled sweetly. “Do you think you could help pick up some of the mess on the ground. After all, you boys did cause the mess.†He nodded and went over, picking up the table, and helping up the shop keeper. She smiled at the lads that ran by, her happiness renewed. At least not all of life was boring.

 

She took the last sip from her glass, and then took the new one from the server. She took the other one that was for Corin and set it on the table. He seemed to be staring at her, and she softly spoke. “Not everyone in the tower seems to enjoy life. Too many are busy, worrying about protocol and respect. It is pitiful. I was just commenting that a few of the older Aes Sedai are a little too… stuck up, for my preference.â€

 

The mess was cleared up now, and she sat back, enjoying her last glass of wine. Light help her, she didn’t want to go back to the tower. Too much work to do. Light, she wanted to get away from the tower. It was too stuffy and pompous. One of these days, she would escape the horrid place. Something still seemed to be troubling him, and she looked around to see if anyone she knew was nearby. Perhaps he was looking for someone, or waiting for someone. Leaning towards him, she softly asked, “What is the matter? You don’t seem at ease… Was it something I said?†Tower Guards were so confusing!

She smiled at him, and took the last bite as he answered the question. "I spar whenever I get the chance. It's part of my training. My mentor is Rosheen. She has been very good to me." Christine almost choked, then thought back. She cleared over her face, and remembered the one time she had meet Rosheen. It had been a few years before, when she was an accepted. Bloody ashes… that was the weirdest trainee she had ever met. She was a Tower Guard now? Light… what was the yard coming to?

 

They continued speaking… some about training, some about the latest gossip around Tar Valon- nothing really big had happened lately. He looked at her for a moment, and stopped speaking. She didn’t notice it, glancing around at the different people in the room, then looked up and saw his blush. She raised an eye brow, and he softly asked her, "I have a favor to ask of you."

 

Christine nodded, and waited a moment as he spoke. She smiled as his request was announced. "I need an Aes Sedai to participate in my Tower Guard Ceremony. I know we've only just met, but I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me on this grand day?" She smiled. Accompany him? And why was an Aes Sedai needed? Ah, well.

 

She laughed and nodded her head, smiling. “Of course. I would love to help you, but what exactly do I need to do? Create a presence, or is something else involved?†They spoke on it briefly, and she nodded her head, acting as though she knew what was going on. She made a mental note to look it all up later… perhaps she should ask Aran.

 

She heard a bell ringing, then glanced out a window. They day was getting late, and she would be needed in a classroom soon. Christine was more than certain that some idiot novice was trying to prank someone, or that someone was completely lost in their studies. Light, she hated being a young sister… ah well, at least she wasn’t still an accepted, or a novice, for that matter.

 

Smiling, Christine rose from her seat, and glanced back at the window. She hoped she wouldn’t be in trouble. “I am sorry, Talyn, but I must be leaving soon. I will be needed in the tower. Please, let me know of all things I need to for the ceremony.†She thought about it for a moment, then laughed. “I forgot to say congratulations. Congratulations on being raised.†That was the proper term, right?

 

“Well, good day.â€

He smiled at her and opened the door, and she noted that. She always liked a man with manners... made them much more down to earth and realise that she was the Aes Sedai, and they were only a warder or tower guard. He spoke of his past slowly. He was so young, yet he seemed to be her age... ah, well, she was old. Just about 36 years old, but she felt so young. Thats what being locked up in the tower for 15 years does to the brain.

 

He got the food while he talked, and she picked up her own bowl and glass while he led her to a table. She sat down and listened, until he asked her for some information. "Where do you hail from? How long have you been here?"

 

She took a bite slowly, then answered after she took a swallow of milk, choosing her words wisely. She too often spoke without thinking first, and one day, her mouth would get her in trouble, as Sirayn always said. Light! that blasted woman...

 

"Well, I came to the tower when I was 16 from Arad Doman. High born family, just wanted something different. It was just over 15 years that i spent as an iniate in all, and then was raised to the green ajah. I have been a sister for just about 5 years... I still feel so young, but I am 36. It is days like today that I so easily forget my age and my position."

 

She smiled at him over her glass and took another sip, before taking another bite of the cream and patting her lips daintily with a napkin. "So, how often do you spar, and who was your teacher? I might know him..." and I might have slept with him... she thought to herself.

Oryle

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Location: Canada

Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 12:20 am Post subject: Wandering through Insanity (Attn Alyria)

 

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Twyle’s head was spinning ever more slightly more than usual. She stepped out into the hall and felt her feet stutter. She hadn’t realized how tired she was. Maybe it was from all the reading. Maybe it was from all her worry. But she didn’t like it. Voices were not just clattering, but arguing excessively.

 

We cannot stay here! There is too much at stake. Life! Sanity! No it is not safe here. We must leave!

 

It was a debate she had been having since she had arrived. Usually someone would just whisper something about promises and she would be fine. Not tonight though. The voices were insistent on making their point. A valid one at that. How long could any one in her condition be safe? It was only a matter of time before a Witch took real interest and tried to heal her with Black magic.

 

FOOLS! This is the safest place for us. We were sent here to get control. We have gotten better since we came here. We MUST trust!

 

Control? Yes she was sure that’s what she was gaining. And it wasn’t a control over Black Magic. It was a control over herself. She had been able to hear her own thoughts. She had touched sanity. Even now as the voices argued she could remember that moment of clarity. She started to search for it.

 

Trust? You cannot trust a Witch!

 

Yes that’s what she had been calling them for weeks. Witches. She didn’t doubt it though. They were, even if that meant she was. She couldn’t help but wonder every time one of them asked her to do something if it were something evil. She didn’t like to think that maybe she were a Darkfriend without knowing.

 

Stop calling them that! We are as they are. To call them Witch is to name ourselves.

 

Perhaps she was a witch. She was a user of Black Magic, insane at that.

 

We only speak the truth!

 

Twyle gripped her heart, not her head. Her heart was pulsing quickly, she wasn’t sure if it was painful. She was sinking away from reality. Hiding like she always did when these episodes began.

We’ve looked at the books! We’ve studied the cases!

 

She had been studying the cases of sisters who had been stilled. She had yet to let the matter go. Fear had been with her ever since she had heard of stilling. A novice as unstable as she was, she thought stilling was just around the corner.

 

They will still us!

 

No they won’t fools! Look at the cases! We are safe from it! They have no cause, barely even reason to believe that we are unstable.

 

She thought, no matter how wrong she was, that she had been hiding her insanity quite well. Except for maybe a slip up here or there she was relatively sure that most of the Aes Sedai didn’t know about the voices.

 

Hypocrite! We are not safe! Never, always watching always there, Darkfriends!

 

Twyle stumbled through the halls. Trying her best to ignore the physical pain she was experiencing, trying desperately to separate herself from her thoughts. She had lost pieces of herself to the insanity before. She didn’t want that now. Not now that she was starting to piece herself back together.

 

She was trying to make her mind still, quiet down. She didn’t know where she was, or care where she was going. Her hand opened the door before she could stop it. She found herself standing in front of an Accepted. Thoughts still clattering about she felt suddenly faint staring at the girl.

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Twyle

Child of the Light (at heart)

 

"I like to pretend I can hear the audience. It drowns out the voices telling me to kill."

 

 

 

 

Alyria

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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 2:56 pm Post subject:

 

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OOC - I hope you like what I write. If you want me to be a harsh with Twyle or even down right mean, let me know and I will edit it here and there. I thought you might like to have someone to talk to in the tower other than yourself *chuckles*.

IC -

 

Alyria was in a rather odd mood today. She was happy but at the same time, very much sad. She had learned that she would be starting her weapons training today with Raisa, leaving her feeling a little apprehensive about what to expect, yet excited. At the same time, she was feeling very home sick and lonely. ' I wonder how mother is doing? ' She still had not managed to make any friends here at the tower, aside from the man she had met many months ago in the training yards.

 

She sat down on the edge of her bed, rereading over the essay she had written for her class with Tiassale Sedai on the Green Ajah. A smile lit up Alyria's face as she thought of her aspirations to the Ajah itself. She desperatly wanted to be a part of the "Battle Ajah" as it was called. She wanted to fight against the Shadow, on the front line. She started to hum softly to herself as she gathered her dresses for the laundry. 'No sense in wasting time. I might as well go wash my garments while I am waiting for my training to start.' Alyria mumbled softly to herself.

 

She headed to the door, arms full of clothing as the door suddenly swung open. It caught Alyria a bit off gaurd and she dropped the armful of clothing, embracing Saidar in the process.

 

She noticed a young woman, trying to look older than she really was, standing in the doorway. She was wearing Novice white: her dark hair was pulled tightly into a bun. She looked as though she could be attractive, if her hair was let down and she didn't look so...tired. Alyria immediately released her hold on the one power, reddening when she realized she was holding it. Before she realized what she was doing, she began to speak.

 

"My goodness dear, you frightened the light out of me. I am so sorry for grasping the Power at your arrival, I don't know what has gotten into me. I admit I feel a bit jumpy today." Alyria watched the girl, not sure what she was thinking or even how to read her expression. She looked so tired and irritated all at once. Alyria knew that she should have scolded the girl for barging into her room like that, but she remembered how she felt as a novice and didn't want to make anyone else feel that way.

 

Putting a bright smile on her face, Alyria continued talking, trying to get the young girl in front of her to respond. "Are you new to the tower child? I do not believe I have seen you before. My name is Alyria Al' Vire, I am from Mayene. You appear to be a bit lost and you look like you have nothing to do. Come with me please and you can help me with my washing while we become aquainted."

 

Alyria bent down and gathered her items back up into her arms, handing some of them to the young girl to carry. "Do you have a name I can call you dear? Has anyone shown you around the Tower? You can become lost quite easily here if you do not know your way around." Alyria headed toward the wash room, making sure the young girl was coming along.

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Alyria Al'Vire

Mentee to Tiassale Morobin

Mentor to Taei Mirel

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"Do you know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I get to use to beat you with!" Jayne Cobb, Firefly

 

 

 

 

Oryle

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OOC: Wonderful dear. Just wonderful. I'm so nervous about all these posts though. so scared I'm not doing it right. But I'm getting over it. So here goes.... yes enjoy...

 

IC:

Twyle held herself upright and tried to listen to what the girl was mumbling... She couldn't make much of it out. Her mind was trying to scramble her to pieces. Her heart was racing. And she was trying to stay on her feet.

 

She didn't realize that the girl had thrown a pile of laundry into her arms. She felt compelled however, drawn almost to follow this girl. She carried her mind into pieces of sanity. She pressed her mind to listen, pushing back the voices as far as she could. Do you have a name I can call you dear? Has anyone shown you around the Tower? You can become lost quite easily here if you do not know your way around.

 

Lost? Of course we're lost. Why else would you stumble into someone's room? She didn't want to puzzle the question. She just wanted to keep her feet moving. She wanted to keep a grip on her sanity.

 

She cleared her eyes, and tried to actually she the girl she was following. Twyle thought her pretty, attractive. She nearly mumbled the word, sweet, but stopped herself. It was then she realized that she was carrying laundry, for she had wanted to reach out and touch the girl's lovely cheeks. Twyle shook herself and tried to get grounded, but the girl's long wavy hair kept trying to pull her into the past.

 

"My name is Twyle," she stuttered over the word. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to barge in on you... I..." Twyle didn't know what to say, how to explain it. 'I was lost,' just didn't seem to sum up the way she had stuttered over her feet into an Accepted quarters. Twyle wanted to trust her. The girl reminded her of one she had trusted once. She wanted to tell her the truth or some portion of it.

 

Trust no one! voices hissed. She's not our promise. She's not safe. Be careful, always careful.

 

Twyle smiled at her foolishness. It was foolishness of course. Even if this girl wasn't a Darkfriend she was an Accepted, a servant to the Witches. And she wanted and was trying to be a Witch herself. Twyle shook her head and looked lightly around the laundry to make sure she didn't trip.

 

"I was distracted," she mumbled, it was true, somewhat. "I haven't seen much of the Tower. I guess I let my feet carry me away." She let out a soft giggle. She hung her head then, realzing how stupid she was being. "Truly I am sorry."

 

She was. She didn't want to plead forgiveness, but for the first time she felt like she didn't have to. The girl hadn't scolded her. The girl had not talked down to her. She smiled and looked over at the girl.

 

Even if the voices could drive out this memory, she was glad to have stumbled into this girl, even if it meant more chores for her dry hands.

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Twyle

Child of the Light (at heart)

 

"I like to pretend I can hear the audience. It drowns out the voices telling me to kill."

 

 

 

 

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OOC - your posting is wonderful dear, don't sweat it! You are doing it right and I find them very intruiging....let the creating juices flow and have fun with it!

 

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"My name is Twyle," the young woman stuttered. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to barge in on you... I..I was lost. I was distracted," Twyle mumbled. "I haven't seen much of the Tower. I guess I let my feet carry me away." She let out a small giggle and then hung her head as if she was shamed. "Truly I am sorry."

 

Alyria stopped walking and turned to look at the girl. Loosing one hand from the pile of clothing, she lightly put her fingers under the girls chin and made her raise her head. "There is no shame in getting lost Twyle, nor in admitting that you were. I must say, if it had been another Accepted, or even an Aes Sedai you had burst in upon, you would be in much trouble." Alyria had firmed her voice a bit on that last pat to emphasize the point. " We must get you acclimated to the Tower, Child, so you will not have to worry about being in the wrong place at the wrong time."

 

Alyria started to walk again, staying silent until they reached the wash room. She led Twyle over to the sinks and laid down her garments, motioning for Twyle to do the same. "I am assuming you know how to do laundry dear? Seeing Twyle nod, Alyria continued to speak. "We need to make sure the Accepted dresses are as clean as can be, no spots or discoloration. One of the main aspects of being an Aes Sedai is to have respect of self and appearance. Your dresses are spotless, so this should not be a hard task for you. I will wash my undergarments and you can do the dresses. If we get done quickly, maybe I can take you on a tour of the Tower." Seeing the girl nod, she turned and started to fill her sink with water.

 

Alyria started working on some of her shifts, glancing at the girl from under the corner of her eye. She kept waiting for the girl to speak, to hear her offer something up for conversation. Finally, Alyria could not stand the silence anymore and turned to the girl. "So, tell me a bit about yourself Twyle. Where are you from? Are you happy to be here? Why do you want to be and Aes Sedai?"

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Mentee to Tiassale Morobin

Mentor to Taei Mirel

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"Do you know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I get to use to beat you with!" Jayne Cobb, Firefly

 

 

 

 

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OOC: Gah I am so sorry I haven't replied sooner. I just finished a midterm and I have another. sorry. But here it is...

 

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Twyle thought maybe she could just stand and do the laundry. She didn't want to start talking, she didn't want to start revealing pieces of herself. They are not to be trusted. And no matter how she tried to convince herself differently she knew it was true.

 

Then the girl spoke up from the silence, shattering Twyle out of herself back into the world. So, tell me a bit about yourself Twyle. Where are you from? Are you happy to be here? Why do you want to be and Aes Sedai? Twyle sniffed at the thought of the truth.

 

Where to begin? voices mocked. Do you tell her that you don't remember where you were born? Should you tell her that you were raised by the Children? Would she understand if you told her you want to destroy all her kind?

 

Twyle shook her head and looked at the girl. "I... I don't know where I am from. My..." she tossed over words and phrases, "My family died when I was very young." Yes and you watch it every night. Dream it. Fear it. She shook her head again and tried to throw back the voices. "I..."

 

She looked at the girl. She wasn't sure how to continue. If to continue. She smiled trying to let the girl know it was alright. That she had faced it, that she had lived it. She was still here. She tried to make her voice seem lighter as she continued.

 

Lie Fool. Before she runs off and tells the Mistress! Before she warns the others! the voices were begging her, pleading her. They didn't like to be revealed. They were secret, or at least thought they were. Speaking from experience, no they couldn't trust anyone. Lying will make us as bad as them! Truth, some truth at least. It was a whisper, Tywle tried to listen. She barely heard it as it echoed away.

 

She nodded her head. "I don't know exactly how to explain," she began looking now back at the laundry and not the Accepted. "But I did not come here as a choice. But I cannot leave." She stuttered for a moment. She wondered what else to say. "I have been told that I do not know what is to Aes Sedai." She didn't want to know. She could have said that but she left the words hanging in the air. "Still I am here." She let out a soft laugh and looked back up at the girl. "Maybe that's all that matters."

 

Innocence will not help you! She will destroy you! Even if she does not mean to she will! It is their way. Witches. Just like us... Witches... the deceived Darkfriends.

 

She went back to the laundry and hoped the silence would hold. Hoped beyond hope she wouldn't have to more, reveal more.

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Twyle

Child of the Light (at heart)

 

"I like to pretend I can hear the audience. It drowns out the voices telling me to kill."

 

 

 

 

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"I... I don't know where I am from. My...My family died when I was very young." Twyle spoke, looking into Alyria's eyes. She wanted to tell the girl about her past as well, trying to figure out why she felt so drawn to this girl. Alyria listened in silence, letting Twyle give as much information as she wanted.

 

Twyle's eyes turned back to her washing as she continued to speak. "I don't know exactly how to explain, But I did not come here as a choice. But I cannot leave. I have been told that I do not know what is to Aes Sedai. Still I am here. Maybe that's all that matters."

 

Alyria felt her eyes open a bit wider. 'She did not come here by choice but she cannot leave?' The girl had an odd quality about her, one that Alyria found intruiging yet confusing. Yet, she seemed so lost in this world, so full of innocence. Alyria finished washing her last shift and turned to look at Twyle.

 

"I do not understand why you did not come here by choice, nor why you would want to leave. Being accepted into the tower to learn, is one of the most rewarding things I have ever experienced. I am sure that everyone has their own feelings about this place," Alyria sighed, looking around at the room they were in,"But the advantages to being here are amazing." Alyria looked at Twyle, trying to gauge her thoughts.

 

"I must admit, I did not come her freely either, yet nothing in my life has ever come freely. My father ran off on my mother and I when I was very young. The loss of him, slowly ate away at my mother until she also died. I was left alone, on the streets of Mayene, at the young age of 10." Alyria gave a hard swallow as she thought of her home and her mother. Her eyes dropped to the ground. She had since forgotten things about her, like how she smelled, how she sounded when she talked. She blinked back tears and straightened her posture as she looked up from the ground. "I was taken in by a wonderful woman, who raised me until I was sent here to be tested. Thank the light for her, or else I would still be on the street, assuming I had managed to live this long." Alyria gave a weak smile to Twyle.

 

"As far as what it means to be and Aes Sedai, it means different things to different people. For me, it means being part of a greater plan, standing next to the Dragon Reborn, fighting for the greater good: helping to defend the Light from the darkness and destruction that the Shadow will try to rain down upon us all." Alyria took a breathe, feeling the conviction of her words deep within her soul. Her voice softened as she looked at Twyle," It means being part of a large, wonderful family like you have never known."

 

Alyria turned and looked at her Accepted dresses that were drip drying. She almost whispered her next words, feeling her voice thick with emotion. "One of the most proud moments in my life was receiving the honor of wearing the Accepted dresses. I imagine it will be the same when I am raised to Aes Sedai. The thought of being able to help one another, to have a purpose in life..." Alyria's voice trailed off, leaving them once again in silence.

 

A few moments passed before she noticed Twyle was still watching her. Alyria looked over at the remaining dresses needing to be washed on the table. She reached past Twyle, her arm lightly brushing the girls in passing, and grabbed one of the remaining dresses on the table. "We should finish up these dresses, that way I can take you on a tour of the tower. Tell me, Twyle, who is your mentor and have you taken any classes yet?"

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Mentee to Tiassale Morobin

Mentor to Taei Mirel

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"Do you know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I get to use to beat you with!" Jayne Cobb, Firefly

 

 

 

 

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Twyle listened to the girl speak with resentment in her heart. She was trapped here no matter what they told her. Trapped with nowhere to go, no home left but the Darkness of this Tower.

 

We should finish up these dresses, that way I can take you on a tour of the tower. Tell me, Twyle, who is your mentor and have you taken any classes yet?

 

Twyle sniffed at this. Prided Aes Sedai, thinking that they had all the power. Christine was arrogant, everything about her made Twyle fill with disrespect. Christine Sedai is no more Darkfriend then we are. voices rumbled to her defence. That doesn't make her anymore intellegent than she is naive. others mocked in reply.

 

Twyle let a smile creep onto her face. "Christine Sedai is my mentor. We've had many..." she paused and searched her mind for a word that was more fitting. "... lessons together. I doubt they have gone as she expected." Twyle was mainly speaking to herself, an inner joke. She looked up suddenly and realized who she was talking to. "She tells me I am stuck in my ways. Says that I need to remember things instead of wandering around."

 

She doesn't know of us. She can't even think of what we are. If she did she would choose her words more carefully.

 

Twyle let a small frown take over her smile. She hated trying to guess, trying to think who knew and who didn't. She wanted control, she had felt control. What was she to do now? Spend her whole life guessing.

 

"I've been trying to work on remembering," she grumbled on. "But I've always had trouble keeping thoughts in my head."

 

She tried to play it as if she were a nit-wit. Not worth the time. As much as Twyle wanted to make a friend, to have someone to talk to, to remember what it was like to have someone to turn to, the stronger part of her was trying to leap away. She didn't know the consequences of anything. It was all to unpredictable.

 

Better off alone. Better of with us.

 

That was what changed her path. She knew she didn't want this. She didn't want to keep wandering around in this cloud of voices. She wanted her own life, control.

 

"Does everyone come here against their will? Are we all people in search of family?" She let her eyes fall directly onto the girls. "Does becoming Aes Sedai mean..." she paused. "Does it mean finding your way?"

 

She wasn't sure if she wanted it to mean that. She had taken steps towards becoming Aes Sedai, now all she had to do was not be afraid to keep moving.

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Child of the Light (at heart)

 

"I like to pretend I can hear the audience. It drowns out the voices telling me to kill."

 

 

 

 

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"Christine Sedai is my mentor. We've had many lessons together. I doubt they have gone as she expected. She tells me I am stuck in my ways. Says that I need to remember things instead of wandering around." Twyle's smile turned into a frown. "I've been trying to work on remembering but I've always had trouble keeping thoughts in my head."

 

Alyria smiled at her, watched her intently as Twyle appeared to be lost in thought. She stood there in silence, watching different emotions cross over Twyle's face until she suddenly looked directly into Alyria's eyes.

 

"Does everyone come here against their will? Are we all people in search of family? Does becoming Aes Sedai mean..." she paused. "Does it mean finding your way?" Alyria's eyes opened wide at Twyle's words. She smiled at the girl, trying to figure out where to start.

 

"I think everyone comes here of their own accord dear, whether or not it seems so at the time. In some way, deep inside, you know this is where you need to come. It may not seem that way now, especially when you are missing your family and feeling all alone, but trust me, in time, you will know." She smiled at the girl, tapping her lips lightly before continuing.

 

" When I came her Twyle, I was lost too. Let me rephrase that; I thought I knew who I was and what I was about, but I was honestly lost. My parents had been taken from me at such a young age, and the woman that took me in, raised me to the best of her abilities. In all honesty, my family was gone the day my birth mother died. I looked at the woman who took me in as a mother as well, but she was not truly what I needed. I needed a sense of belonging... a sense of being." Alyria sighed at the thought of her parents. "Coming here has been a blessing in disguise. Not only have I found out who I truly am, I have found a family like no other. I have been able to fight off all the demons of my past life, the anger and hatred that I held deep inside me. So to answer your questions, yes, becoming an Aes Sedai means something different to everybody, but to me it meant family and finding my way."

 

She watched Twyle for a moment, uncertain what she saw cross the girls face. She felt her brow furrow in worry a bit, smoothing away the worry faster than it came. She turned back to the dresses seeing they were all clean and drying. Looking around, she noticed all of the clothing was washed. She smiled and turned back toward Twyle. "How would you like that tour of the tower now? I can show you where everything is so maybe you can do less wandering?" Alyria smiled widely, hopefully getting across her light joke.

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Mentee to Tiassale Morobin

Mentor to Taei Mirel

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"Do you know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I get to use to beat you with!" Jayne Cobb, Firefly

 

 

 

 

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How would you like that tour of the tower now? I can show you where everything is so maybe you can do less wandering?

 

Twyle smiled. FOOL! She's one of them! Darkfriend... Witch... Do not trust her!!! Twyle tried to get control over the voices that were screaming. She felt waves rush over her, and she tried desperately to get her own will through to her motions.

 

"That is very kind of you," Twyle said trying to twist words with all her effort. She grappled with her mind and tried to control her actions. YOU will ruin us! She nodded, that was enough for now. "I would like that very much."

 

Twyle felt a need to say more but she couldn't think of what to say. This woman had revealed so much to her. Twyle could barely remember all her history, she was only just following the path back to herself. They started to walk together, Twyle trying to keep pace.

 

"I am learning a lot here," Twyle stumbled like a fool. "I just don't think my view of the Tower is going to change. At least not completely. I know I've spent my life blind, but I don't think all my lessons have been wrong. There needs to be justice and law in the Tower... not just Aes Sedai acting as they would upon the rest of the world."

 

Twyle looked at Alyria and realized she had said too much out of turn. "I'm sorry," she muttered like a fool. TRYING TO BE LIKE THEM!! voices hissed. Twyle straightened herself out. "I... umm....we shoud..." Twyle didn't know what to say. She looked down at her feet nervously. WHORING YOURSELF TO THE WITCHES!!! She looked back up quickly. "Right..." Twyle let the silence settle a moment. "Where should we go first?"

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"I like to pretend I can hear the audience. It drowns out the voices telling me to kill."

 

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Twyle came to the White Tower with a shallow bitterness in her heart. She had lived most of her life without needing anyone. Thinking now that she might need the Aes Sedai of all people was earth breaking.

 

She had gone what seemed like forever without a guiding hand. She had always pledged she wanted one. But she did not want help from Aes Sedai. She hated the very thought of them. She trusted them least of all people.

 

“Stay strong,†she vowed silently. “Be alert if not for us for Arianna. Darkfriends lie everywhere. The White Tower will only be worse.â€

 

Perhaps it was a vicious turn of the Wheel that made such a young girl hold so much hate. Her face seemed too silent, too quiet and reflective to be filled with anger. For one barely of a mature age she had many signs of weary aging. Lines around her eyes showed the many nights she had looked for answers. Her nearly black hair was held back in a tight bun, with perhaps a few single strands of gray trying to reach the surface.

 

Worry was where she had lived all her life. She would have graciously given up the chance to enter the White Tower, was more than eager to.

 

Go! A blind union of voices shouted at her. We have been brought here. We must go to the Tower! She wanted to black out the voices. She wished she could make her own decision, but she didn’t even know what her own thoughts sounded like anymore. No stay out! Don’t go to the witches! Run, run back to the Children! Back to Arianna! They were arguing, shouting, beyond her, all part of her. She just tried to suppress them long enough to listen to logic. We are going to the Tower, a quiet voice muttered. We have a promise to keep!

 

That passing thought seemed to quiet the voices, somewhat satisfy them. Still she couldn’t help but listen to the voices calling her back to the Children, her first home. How she wished she could run back to them, ask them for help. But she had long ago given up on that dream.

 

Gently she glanced upward to the sky. She looked gentle standing there, for the most part hiding who she really was. Her lips showed not a frown, not a smile. Her skin was without color. Her shapes in generally were non-descriptive. Inner turmoil had turned her off to the world around her. If someone called her, or shapes appeared before her, or someone instructed her she would respond without knowing she had.

 

The woman who now stood in front of her seemed fair. Twyle had learnt however at quite a young age that first impressions where often the wrong ones. She had trusted all the wrong people, and she had loved with dissatisfaction. Only to Arianna did her impressions and love still stand true.

 

She glanced upward at the White Tower. Tall and magnificent, she wished it would shatter. But she knew this was the last place she had to turn to, and the only. She held herself deep within, strongly and reflectively. If revenge was what she wanted she could not afford a misstep.

 

I wonder what mother would say? A voice mumbled. They often asked her things she did not understand. Her mother leaving her, when she was too young to really understand. He father leaving in the same death. What would any parent say to a daughter coming to be Aes Sedai? Another voice replied in a hiss. She nearly spat at the thought.

 

Rage bubbled slowly, but she had learnt to hide such things. Blood and Ashes Twyle is this what we’ve come too? She threw back the voice. There was no need to listen now; she had made it.

 

She was guided through halls. She tried desperately not to look, to seek no fascination in the place, and to avoid any of the evils that might come from enjoying it. She did not want to look at the women; she just wanted to hate them silently.

 

What! Are we to be like them? Voices hissed at her. She tried not to appear irritated by them. No, others answered. Not like them. She felt herself melt with ease. She would keep her promise; she would keep it even if it meant becoming a Tar Valon Witch, but she didn’t have to be like them. Not like them, the thought echoed.

 

Before she could truly gather herself to search through the yelling, to find something she could grasp to, she found herself in front of a door. She reached out slowly and knocked.

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Twyle

Child of the Light (at heart)

 

"I like to pretend I can hear the audience. It drowns out the voices telling me to kill."

 

 

 

 

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ooc: heya, I just wanted to let you know that I have seen this, but that I'm in the middle of my midterms at the moment, so I don't have the time to post until Thursday or possibly even friday. Thanks for your patience.

 

~Sil

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WY – Rosheen Than Sakhr, TG & Ginae Auvriani, MoT

SG - Nona Doronas, DF

FL - Suraya

 

 

 

 

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The world bustled about in it’s daily routine, a true cacophony of sounds, shapes and colours, but as usual all of that went by unnoticed within the moderately sized office of the Mistress of Novices. Time passed, yet it had very little meaning to the woman seated behind the desk which stood in that office. It had stood in that very same position for centuries now, only the face of the woman behind it changed every now and then. Faerzyne wondered briefly if any of the woman who had held the position before her had ever felt the desire to move the desk. Or the office.

 

There was an air of quiet acceptance within the room. She supposed that it was her fate, and the fate of those before her. They accepted, and kept things the same. Stability and a solid figure, that was what the young ones needed most. No one thrived on chaos. She smiled at that thought. If they only knew about the number of people who did. How they would tremble, how they would rage. Yet nothing could be done about it. There was a natural balance in the world. So long as there were people who claimed to be truly good, there would be people who claimed to be truly evil as well.

 

Her musings were interrupted by a knock on her door. She frowned, the tiniest creasing of her brow. It didn’t happen often that someone managed to knock on her door before she noticed them. Footsteps were always a dead giveaway. She shook her head, smoothing her features once more. The little bells in her braid tingled softly. “Enter.†She said, her voice perhaps a little rougher than usual, but still as rich as the little bells. It was still early, and she tried to remember if she had spoken before, during that morning. The sound of her voice claimed that she had not. She took a sip of water from the glass standing on the edge of her desk.

 

The door opened, hesitantly, as it did so often. The reasons for coming to her office were always different, but the people who came to her office were always nervous. She supposed they had a good reason to be. Finally a young woman revealed herself. A little travel worn, this one. She was very pale, and her hair was pulled backwards tightly, no doubt making the girl look older than she really was. A petitioner, Faerzyne guessed. A young woman seeking refuge within the White Tower, perhaps seeking fame and glory. Not this one though. There was something about her that made her look haunted. World weary perhaps. Poor child. “Welcome.†Faerzyne said. “My name is Faerzyne Grigory. I am the Mistress of Novices, and a sister of the Gray Ajah.†And the Black Ajah, a little voice inside her added. As always it stayed there, buried inside under a deep façade of warmth and kindness. “How may I help you?â€

 

~Faerzyne Grigory

Mistress of Novices

Sister of the Gray and Black Ajah

 

OOC: a little physical description of Faerzyne; Her face is narrow with high cheekbones that give her a regal look. She has almond shaped hazel eyes, a narrow nose above full lips and she wears little bells in her light brown braid which reaches her waist.

 

 

 

 

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Twyle stood motionless in doorway. Is this what all Aes Sedai came to be? A facade so the real world would never suspect. Holding herself together she let the woman before her sink in. She appeared just a bit too serene. Her long hair filled with bells and an elegance that might have made Twyle think she were nobility, if she hadn't know she were a Witch.

 

Who is she? voices pondered in wonder. She tried not to move her feet. Any movement now would only be forcing her body into a run. She looked at the Aes Sedai not dropping her eyes this time. She wanted to know what the woman held inside her.

 

Is this the new mother? Is she the one who will teach us? The thought tickled the back of her mind. A new mother? But she knew in her heart that Aes Sedai were not capable of love.

 

I am the Mistress of the Novices, and Sister of the Gray Ajah.

 

The words suddenly took Twyle by surprise. She is a Mistress!! She had not thought Aes Sedai would make her a servant. She did not stop to think what the other words might mean. We must keep our promise!

 

With that thought Twyle threw herself to the ground. She bowed down on her knees with her face just touching the floors surface. She dared not raise her eyes now. She felt almost as well rehearsed as a Darkfriend, letting the small terrified part of her being reach the surface.

 

"I am Twyle, Mistress," she mumbled, nearing tears. "I have been sent to learn."

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Twyle

Child of the Light (at heart)

 

"I like to pretend I can hear the audience. It drowns out the voices telling me to kill."

 

 

 

 

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As time passed, Faerzyne had seen many reactions of many people who came to her. When she had been just a Gray sister, working only for her Ajah she had often seen the defiance of nobles, and the gratitude of the common people. As the Mistress of Novices she saw that same gratitude quite often, as a novice was offered a home within the tower. She had not often seen the emotions that were displayed on the face of the young woman that had just entered her office. It was as if the girl was deeply disgusted by everything she saw in Faerzyne, and yet there was also a deep determination.

 

Suddenly the child threw herself to the ground. Now that was unexpected indeed. Yet it was not entirely strange. That too she had seen before, in novices and in petitioners. Pleading to stay, pleading for justice… for mercy, some times. What was this girl pleading for. What did she want? And was she sure? All this and more crossed Faerzyne’s mind as the girl said her name, and indicated that she was here to learn. Almost as soon as the girl finished her sentence, Faerzyne was on her feet. Seconds later she was crouching next to the girl. Some sisters of her Ajah joked about her maternal instincts. They never quite realised how right they were.

 

“Rise, child.†She said, her voice gentle and soft, as if she was indeed speaking to a five year old, and not a girl on the verge of becoming a woman. “There is no need for that. I will not send you away.†The girl looked very uncomfortable, now that Faerzyne was near. She rose, and walked to the other side of the desk again. The distance seemed to ease the girls mind a bit. “I will not send you away.†More reassurance than she could really give. The girl would have to be tested and even then… she would always be tested, and if she failed such a test, Faerzyne would be the one to send her away.

 

“Has an Aes Sedai tested you?†she asked, trying to keep her mind on the child in front of her, instead of on a future which was not hers to predict.

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WT - Nyssa Deschain, Gray & Black sister

WY – Rosheen Than Sakhr, TG & Ginae Auvriani, MoT

SG - Nona Doronas, DF

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Rise, child.

 

The words flew past Twyle and shattered. She didn't want this woman's pity. She didn't need it. She had been taken away from the only life she had loved. To end up here, this place of determined Darkness.

 

There is no need for that. I will not send you away.

 

If only the woman new what a blessing that would be. To release her from her oath, simply by saying she could not stay. The Aes Sedai was crouching next to her. What some might have seen as a maternal instinct Twyle saw as an attack.

 

Their motives are always for evil, a voice whispered. Do not let the taint of the Tower touch us! hissing the voices continued.

 

Twyle wrapped herself in her own being. It was the only safe hiding place from this world. To stand close to herself was her only escape from what might lay ahead. She had condemned herself to this, and there was no escaping that. Still maybe for just a little bit longer she could avoid the reality that was taking her. Twyle twisted her face and tried to avoid glaring at the woman.

 

Maybe she knows no other way, voices tried to sooth. They were calm and elegant, too weak. BUT WE DO! voices hissed in return.

 

The woman must have sensed Twyle's emotion, for she rose and put some distance between them.

 

Distance will not save you Witch! voices hissed as though laughing. When we come to destroy your kind there will be nothing left to stand! She wanted to chorus them aloud but remembered herself. She had to keep promises, she had to save herself if she could. Revealing through words what she dared not reveal in truth would bring her own death nearer.

 

I will not send you away.

 

She seemed to think the point significant. Maybe it was. Yes, the voices answered. TRAPPED! Trapped in this Tower of Darkness!

 

Twyle tried to steady her thoughts, steady her mind. She could barely believe she had come. Now she was trapped here, nowhere else to run. Maybe she could break her promise in good faith. Why would we keep it if it only meant our torture!

 

The word physically shook Twyle. Don't put it past the Witches. She tried to steady the thought but the voice kept shouting. Of course they will torture us. Had we seen it any different? they were laughing. Laughing at her. Blood and Ashes fool now we have nowhere to run. She tried not to move, a small defense but her only one. Voices could not take control if she were still, still to all things.

 

Has an Aes Sedai tested you?

 

Twyle's eyes glared at the Aes Sedai now. She could not hide her rage. Tests they call it! She couldn't stand the thought. She had felt tainted since the Aes Sedai had tested her back home. She couldn't release the taint. If she tries again we will kill her. We Will! the voices seemed to be chanting for it, not warning against it.

 

Steadying her thoughts Twyle tried to make some kind of reply.

 

"I will not be..." she lost herself for a moment. "We will not be subject to that taint!" She tried to calm her voice but couldn't. "Yes one of your Witches tested us!" she was going to spit but held in the unladylike thought. "If any... any," she didn't want to continue her words. "Any Aes Sedai," she said the word mockingly, "uses Black Magic on us again we will kill them. Do you hear us?"

 

She stopped herself then. She was revealing too much of herself. She couldn't look the helpless girl if she was acting like a raging woman. She stood there, on her feet. She wasn't sure how she had gotten there. The ground felt oddly foreign and her feet as though they were not feet at all but steps away from this place. All she had to do was let them carry her. She planted her heels in, when she finally realized what she had done. For so many years she had hidden it so well, now in the presence of this Witch she had revealed what she had kept so secret. Us! voices shouted. We said us!

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The feelings Faerzyne had towards new arrivals were always the same. It was a strange mixture of pity, affection and interest. By the time the girls were ready to leave her office her opinion had often adjusted itself a little, depending on the demeanour of the girl. Yet in the years she had been Mistress of novices it had never changed so rapidly as it did now. It had been clear to her, when she approached the girl. She didn’t want to be here. She hated being here, but what was most unsettling was that the girl instantly hated Faerzyne. While she was used to having little girls hate her after she punished them, this time the hatred came as a surprise. It was almost instinctual. Faerzyne moved away, giving the girl her space. Listening. Observing. Faerzyne was always interested in those with such a strong potential for hatred.

 

The girl rose, fury in her eyes. Fury and so much more. Faerzyne’s face was calm, revealing nothing of her thoughts. So she was tested. Then the girl said something that surprised Faerzyne. We. Us. Indicating that the girl was torn inside. That explained the anger, of course. The smallest hint of a smile curved her lips. The girl was absolutely insane. As if she now realised what she had revealed the girl fell silent. Her hatred was still burning in her eyes though. A kinder woman would have consoled the girl. Sent her to the Yellows to be healed, perhaps. Have her stilled so she would be unable to hurt herself or others. Faerzyne, who would have been such a kind woman if not for one promise she had made over a hundred years ago did none of those things. Instead she made it worse.

 

“Do you know what passing a test means, Twyle?†she asked. It was a rhetorical question. “When you pass a test, it means you can do something. So when you were tested, it was not the… what did you call it? Black Magic of an Aes Sedai being used on you. It was you, using your very own Black Magic.†She smiled sweetly at the girl. “It means that you are to be one of us… witches.†She pointed to the chair in front of her. “Sit. You have no more desire to be in this office with me than I with you, so we might as well get this over with.â€

 

She took the novice book out of one of the drawers to her desk. “I will need your name, your place of birth and raising, and your age.†It was time to make Twyle’s stay at the tower official. Faerzyne smiled again. She also had just the right mentor in mind. It was obvious that a girl like Twyle would need a dedicated mentor. A strong willed, elder Aes Sedai who had all the time in the world to teach her, to make her understand that Aes Sedai were not quite as evil as the girl thought. Faerzyne would put her in the care of a freshly raised queen, who had a reputation concerning her interest in men. Someone who wouldn’t be able to help Twyle as well as an older mentor would.

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Twyle had barely enough time to regain her outer composure. She had faced menace upon menace in such a short lifetime. She had yet to face herself, and it wasn't something she was planning on doing.

 

When you pass a test, it means you can do something. So when you were tested, it was not the… what did you call it? Black Magic of an Aes Sedai being used on you. It was you, using your very own Black Magic.

 

Twyle couldn't help but smile. Lies you Witch, voices hissed. They explained it to us. Arianna told us. We know what it mean Witch! they were whispering now as if others might hear. Even if we have Black Magic doesn't mean we are like you. No we will keep our promise but never.. NEVER... be like you. Twyle surpressed her rising laughter. No this woman wasn't worth it, no need to look the fool

 

Sit. You have no more desire to be in this office with me than I with you, so we might as well get this over with.

 

Twyle awkwardly stared at the chair for a brief moment. If you don't want us let us go. She edged toward the chair as if she were edging toward her doom. This place makes us ache. Please let us go. She didn't know how to satisfy the pleas. We promised Arianna. We cannot go. We must learn.

 

She felt a chill pass over her as she sat down. This room looked so different than it had moments ago. It seemed more threatening, but less powerful. She knew several ways to kill. She knew how to protect herself. Keeping her promise now seemed easier. She world learn the Witches ways and then cut them down where they stood.

 

I will need your name, your place of birth and raising, and your age.

 

She looked up quickly. She knew it was coming but she hadn't been ready for it. So they don't know everything. She had thought they could read thoughts, read minds. How shall we answer this time? She hadn't thought of twisitng lies until this moment. She had thought a Witch would see straight through that. Shall we lie as we have taught ourself to do? Or shall we utter some truth to the Witch? The thought stood in the lull and Twyle grasped it.

 

"My name is Twyle," she said and tried to leave it at that. She could tell that wouldn't suffice for the woman. "I do not know much of the rest." She sounds weak. But she also felt weak. Thoughts of her mother flashed before her, thoughts of Rygani and the Children, and a final thought of Arianna. She was a Child of the Light. Her home was in Cairhein with Arianna. But she had lost who she was years ago, when the fire had engulfed life into ashes.

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There were so many things wrong about the girl, Twyle as she called herself that Faerzyne didn’t even know where to start. Or if to start for that matter. Insanity was a dangerous thing to let loose unwatched, especially in places of power. In people with power. And yet that was exactly what Faerzyne was going to do. What she had to do. Besides, the girl wouldn’t be completely unwatched. There would be eyes following her everywhere she went. She just wouldn’t see the watchers. Faerzyne smiled a little when she thought of how paranoia would be added to the already grand insanity that filled the young woman in front of her.

 

The girl still looked reluctant to be where she was, sitting in a chair in front of the large desk. She wouldn’t run though… There was a grim determination within the girl that made it obvious that she would stay right where she was until Faerzyne told her to leave. She looked down at the almost empty line in the novice book that indicated the arrival of this young woman. “Twyle.†She mused, reading her own handwriting. Twyle and nothing more. Nothing aside from the insanity, and the tendency to call Aes Sedai witches. She’d have fun with that during her first years as a novice. After another glance at the girl she wrote down Amadicia as the place of birth. She might as well be from that wretched country. She had the attitude down to a tee. And the insanity, which was something shared by every single whitecloak. Faerzyne never really believed that, but there were plenty of Novices and Accepted who did. Indeed, this girl and her issues would fit in wonderfully.

 

She scribbled down a note, summoning Christine to her office. She handed it to the first novice that passed her office. “Your mentor will be here soon.†She said. “Her name is Christine. Unless she indicates otherwise, you will call her Christine Sedai, or Aes Sedai. Never just Sedai. I’d avoid calling her witch as well. Many Aes Sedai don’t take kindly to it.†She walked over to one of the cabinets, and pulled two pure white novice dresses out if it. With a smile she handed them to Twyle. “There you go. These dresses are your responsibility. Mend them when they’re torn, and clean them when they’re dirty. You must wear these during your novice years.†After that she settled into her chair again, telling Twyle about the rules of the White Tower. The girl didn’t look as though she was really paying attention. It didn’t matter, as Faerzyne expected to see the girl in her office quite often even if she did understand the rules.

 

Ooc: Your mentor should join us soon

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Twyle didn't care anymore. She saw the Aes Sedai write down more than she had spoken. She didn't care. The Witches could call her anything they like. She was there for one reason. Slowly she felt like the reason was the only thing that would keep her safe.

 

The Aes Sedai handed her some robes. White? Maybe that meant something, but she didn't seem to care. Her eyes felt heavy. Her heart felt barren. But no her clothes were white, her home had long passed, and she was being kept by a promise and the fear of leaving too soon.

 

Slowly the Witch kept talking. Rules maybe? Twyle didn't know. She felt her mind racing and thinking of things that it had not thought of.

 

Shall they ask us to be Darkfriend? her voices were calm, wondering not angry. Perhaps they felt the heavy of the load, the burden of being held in a Tower of Black. How could we fight them? Truly there Black Magic would be too strong. We would die, and then we would break our oath. When does it become too much? When can the promise be shattered?

 

Twyle felt her throat filling with tears. She hadn't cried in years. The last time she could recall was when she had run from the Children. Still she had been waiting for these tears. She hadn't wanted them to come infront of this Aes Sedai, this Witch.

 

Twyle looked at the clothe on her lap. It is lovely. That would please Arianna. She smoothed out the robe, at the same time trying to think of something else. What would she be doing now? Twyle couldn't help but let the voices wonder, yet she wanted to stop it for all the world. Probably marrying Malik. It hadn't come as a threat but the other voices spoke no more. The thought was a fact she didn't mind facing. Malik loved her, and Arianna loved him in someway.

 

When the woman had stopped talking Twyle raised her eyes to look at her. She let out a sigh trying to keep her tears as shallow as could be. Twyle felt her grip letting go. Her eyes began to fill with tears. She sniffed and held them back.

 

"Please," she pleaded. "I don't want to be made a Darkfriend. Is there another way?"

 

ooc: Christine is on an LoA. But I'll talk to her and try to get her to come around.

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Walking down the hallways, her shortsword on her hip, Christine Sedai, sister of the Green Ajah, was in quite a good mood. Her tight, tan breeches and her flowing white shirt, along with the brown work boots and leather vest put together no image of an Aes Sedai. Her clothes looked worn, and her belt was about to pieces, but when she was training, the prim and tidy woman disappeared behind a hard warrior. Of course, her hair was perfect, preserved in little ringlets and the front pieces up in pins, and not a drop of sweat appeared on her face. Even still, without the Aes Sedai ring, no one would ever believe she was an Aes Sedai.

 

A novice ran up to her, a note held out. As Christine had been on her way from her offices, and walking on the main novice hall in order to access the Training Yards, it was no wonder the girl did not seem so tired. She noted that the pen resembled that of an old friend, but she would look at it in a moment. "Thank you, child." The girl and nodded and made as if to run off. "Smile a little more, my dear, and the world shall smile back on you." The girl grinned, and Christine winked at her before she ran off. To this day, she loved being the friend of all novices... just because all other Aes Sedai were a pain to them didnt mean she needed to be. As long as she got the proper respect that was demanded for an Aes Sedai, they too would recieve respect.

 

Opening the note, she read it softly, and turned back around, walking to the office of Faerzyne, the Mistress of Novices. Apparently, there was a new novice that needed her. Her dark brown eyes scanned it quickly as she read the few words.

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There is a new novice, who I would like you to mentor. She has the mind of a Child of the Light, and will not be an easy task. Please, come to my office as soon as you can, and perhaps you can show her that not all Aes Sedai are mean, and that none of us are Dark Friends.

Faerzyne

 

 

Nodding to herself, Christine burned the note in her hand as she walked, channeling Fire as if nothing had happened. Knocking on the door lightly as she reached the office she had spent so much time in, she entered, hearing a voice say, "Please, I don't want to be made a Darkfriend. Is there another way?"

 

Laughing, Christine nodded to Faerzyne, taking the time to answer this herself. "By the Light, child, you certainly are gutsy. Saying that you dont want to be a darkfriend... what do you think we are, Demons? I despise them as much as you do, girl, and believe me, I am no DarkFriend, nor am I a Child of the Light."

 

Winking at the Mistress of Novices, she introduces herself. "My name is Christine Sedai, but please, call me Christine... all of the formalities are not important to me. You give me respect, I give you respect... sound fair?"

 

The look the girl gave her proved that this would be no easy task...

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It was all starting to become a little confusing. On one hand, Faerzyne could see that the girl sitting in front of her was obviously not quite right in the head. She had indicated so herself, by speaking of we, instead of I. In Faerzyne’s mind, insanity was one step away from being on the same side as she was. Yet on the other hand, the girl was spouting nonsense about all Aes Sedai being darkfriends. And now she even asked Faerzyne not to make her a darkfriend. That earned her a raised eyebrow from the Mistress of Novices. Just when she was about to say that there was little that could be changed now, with her name already in the book, she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

 

The door opened before she could answer, admitting Christine Sedai into the room. Faerzyne smiled at the young Aes Sedai. “Welcome, sister.†She said, putting extra emphasis on the word sister. It might as well have been child. Faerzyne frowned slightly at Christine’s garb. Did she not know better than to go before an elder sister garbed like a ruffian? She would have to talk to some green sisters about Christine’s attitude someday soon. In the meantime she would allow the young Aes Sedai think that she could behave this way. It would no doubt be interesting to watch her try it on some of the more fiery Green sisters.

 

She listened to Christine talk about respect, and she couldn’t help but smile. How amusing it was, to see the girl ask for things that she had not been so eager to give when she was a novice herself. “You may show Twyle to her new room now, Christine.†She said. No Sedai attached to the name. Christine herself had just said she didn’t think such formalities were necessary. It was obvious that the young woman had never heard a lecture from a Gray sister.

 

Before the pair had left her room Faerzyne had already immersed herself in paperwork again. Reports had to be made, and people had to be informed. The girl would be watched closely, as she obviously had so much… potential.

 

~Faerzyne Grigory.

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Twyle's eyes flashed as the woman entered the room. She was feeling anxious now. Not knowing how to handle two powerful Darkfriends as once.

 

By the Light, child, you certainly are gutsy. Saying that you dont want to be a darkfriend... what do you think we are, Demons? I despise them as much as you do, girl, and believe me, I am no DarkFriend, nor am I a Child of the Light

 

The woman sounded arrogant but Twyle almost liked the tone. She wanted both to huff and cry at the same time. Not Darkfriends! Blood and Ashes, how well they can lie! Twyle smiled but tried to let the voices calm. The last words the woman had spoken had held her with a sting. She had mentioned the Children as if they were ridiculous. The Witch had made it sound like they were comparable to the Darkfriends! Twyle was getting ready to rise from her seat and show her anger. She is ignorant. Do not take her words with meaning! We must stay calm, we must stay steadfast.

 

Twyle shifted in her seat uncomfortably and tried to hide her dissatisfaction.

 

My name is Christine Sedai, but please, call me Christine... all of the formalities are not important to me. You give me respect, I give you respect... sound fair?

 

Twyle grimaced. We are not a child. voices hissed. We will follow your rules and we will show you RESPECT, but we not be made to look foolish. Twyle shifted and tried to look anywhere but at the woman.

 

She shifted her eyes back to the Mistress in hopes getting a different answer. She wanted to know her role. She needed to protect herself against the darkness. Twyle shivered, she felt evil in the room. Even if she was just imagining it, or letting her fancy wander Twyle sensed something about this place wasn't right. She wished she could have remembered everything Arianna had told her about the Tower. She wished she could recall all the reasons she had come. But the voices only remembered what they wanted to, fragments.

 

The Witch didn't seem to notice Twyles gaze. You may show Twyle to her new room now, Christine. Twyle felt her eyes open wide. There were so many things she didn't understand she couldn't leave now.

 

She felt her body pull up from the seat and follow the Witch out the door. Twyle didn't like her, she stepped littly trying desperately to walk as far away from the woman as she could without it being noticed. The woman definantly didn't look respectable, or smell it either. But it told Twyle something else about these women she hadn't truly known, they were warriors. She wasn't exactly sure if she could pose much of a threat to any of them, even with the training she had.

 

Twyle stepped quickly and kept up with her. "I'm very grateful Christine Sedai." Twyle said the last word harshly. If the woman wanted respect she would get it, but Twyle wasn't about to offer her any kind of love. She hated the word Sedai, to her it meant Darkfriend, Witch. But to them it meant everything, and she had promised to follow their rules.

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Christine knew that Faerzyne did not like her that way, or her methods to how she delt with novices. "You may show Twyle to her new room now, Christine." Christine nodded to the elder woman, and turned to the girl. Walking out the door, Twyle followed her.

 

"I'm very grateful Christine Sedai." Smiling, Christine turned back to the girl, and stopped for a moment. She made sure she wore an earnest smile, and laughed softly. "Child, did I already not ask you to call me Sedai? I am just like every other woman, except that I can channel, and some cannot. Just because I have this gift doesnt make me different."

 

Thoughts seemed to be going through the child's mind, as though she was trying to keep her mouth shut. Something was bothering the girl. Winking, she whispered softly, "Of course, dont say that aroudn the elder Sedais; I dont think they hold the same idea i do."

 

They walked a bit, and Christine pointed out things as they walked. "There is the halls to the kitchen. The library is up a floor, and i suggest you respect the Brown Sisters. Lets go up to your new room." They went up a flight of stairs, and Christine turned to the girl, asking a bit of background.

 

"So, tell me about yourself. How old are you? Where are you from? Ever channeled before?" She wanted the girl to open up some.

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So, tell me about yourself. How old are you? Where are you from? Ever channeled before?

 

Twyle wasn't sure how many times she would have to go through this. Explaining a history she could barely recall. But the woman's humour had only excited her anger.

 

"I am a Child of the Light! Witch! I do not wish to channel!" she said the words with conviction but without raising her voice. "I am bound here by a promise. That is all."

 

Calm down! Voices hissed in unison. Rage will only reveal us. Anger will only tell what we do not wish to tell.

 

Twyle shook her head. Of all the things she wanted, she wanted to keep herself secret. "I'm sorry ," Twyle sighed. "I have a..." she didn't know how much she could say. She didn't like this woman, but she didn't seem evil. How many Darkfriends seem to be Darkfriends? a voice whispered. Twyle looked at the woman. Still we must have a story, she must stop asking! "I have a troubled history. I am not here because I want to be."

 

She paused the Aes Sedai seemed to be digesting this. WHY WOULD WE WANT TO BE HERE! WHY WOULD WE WANT TO LEARN THIS BLACK MAGIC, FROM THIS DARK TOWER?! Twyle sighed and continued quickly.

 

"But I am here and that is all that matters," she said trying to hush her voices and concentrate on her words. "I shall do what you ask as my mistress. I shall perform my tasks and I shall learn. But do not ask me to become like... like you... I am a Child... that is all my history you need to know."

 

Twyle tried not to walk fast in her rage. She tried to show the woman the same respect she would show a mistress. She tried to act humble and not the angry child.

 

She sighed quickly. "I am sorry mistress. I spoke to freely. Please forgive me." She looked at the ground and kept pacing. Aes Sedai as Mistress? Darkfriend as teacher? Twyle sighed she wasn't sure how to keep going. She wasn't sure how she would manage. We will stay the course. For Arianna, that is why we take these mistresses and that is why we take a new mother. Twyle looked at the ground. Yes life was changing, even if she became one of them... yes it was worth it. "I'm sorry."

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"Here should be about right I think."

 

Turning off the road to the left into the woods, Christine was soon cantering at his side. Light but she'd been a bit different since she'd taken on that silly shawl of hers. He'd had to reassert his position as her teacher, especially when she'd taken to channeling. He definitely was not comfortable with channeling when it could be directed at him. He'd had one run in with a channeler before and that was enough for him as far as he was concerned.

 

Still, she was happier at least. And she did have more time for training when it was needed, instead of having to run about and learn the vast and useless bulk of information that helped to produce Aes Sedai. He was more accomplished than some Aes Sedai before he reached his twentieth year, and they were still in their Novice whites at that time. Admittedly, it'd be nice to live for longer, but it was what you did with your time that was important. If he'd had to sit through such classes as the Novices and Accepted did, he would have defenestrated himself due to sheer mind numbing boredom.

 

And now they were on this trip for her to learn a bit about surviving alone. Out in the wilds and then in the city, though Shienaran cities didn't exactly qualify as the most dangerous places to live. While there were thieves and the like, their numbers were far fewer than in southern countries, too much of a call to survive to be able to indulge in that sort of thing. The last time he'd been this way, it hadn't been the most fun he'd had. Hopefully he'd been forgotten too, last thing he needed to do was see old faces.

 

"Alright, we'll go on foot from here. Time to show you a few things."

 

Slipping off his horse, and with Christine following, and so they began on foot, leading their horses behind them. "The basic things that anyone needs are food, water, clothing and shelter. Without those things out here, or anywhere else, you will die, plain and simple. Now, you should have clothing covered if you ever get lost, so I'll deal with that last. First we'll deal with shelter, because exposure is the greatest danger. There certain things to look out for, I'll point them out as we move along."

 

It was only a few minutes till Aran found the first site. "See that felled tree there? The bottom end is resting firmly on the stump, thats solid. Its got heavy foliage, so it won't be letting much water in, you wouldn't have to do much more with that. A tree with less foliage, you'd simply gather branches from other trees and add them ontop, interweave them with the other branches to make sure they aren't blown clear by a strong wind. Simply clear out some of the foliage on the bottom to make room, and you have a shelter right there. Better yet, its fairly inconspicuous, so if you don't want to advertise you're around its handy for that."

 

It was another half hour until Aran found what he was after next, two things in fact. "See that hollow in the ground where the earth dips? You might need to make a bit more room in it, but put a log next to it, and place branches and such over the top. The reason for the log is to put the branches on a slope, if it rains it'll run off to the side rather than working its way through your cover to soak you while you sleep."

 

Aran turned from that to a tree that was hollowed from the wear of years, with only a segment of the bottom missing allowing a person to step in. "Natural hollows like that are pretty handy, easy to keep warm in and unlike hollows where the cold sinks at night, the same can't be said of hollows. On the otherhand, its alot easier to get washed out of a hollow unless you've put up some cover to divert rain, so take a care to do that."

 

"There are other sorts of natural shelters you'll come across. Caves are particularly, good, but we won't be finding any out this way. In Haddon Mirk, the canopies formed by the vines going from tree to tree offer natural shelter in themselves, that and its alot warmer that far south as opposed to here. At anyrate, one of the reasons we have shelter is for warmth, so that leads on to what I'll show you next. But first."

 

Aran looked in his pack and finding his spade, tossed it to Christine. "Dig a hole, two feet deep and in diametre. Use the spade, and if I think you cheated you're getting a paddling. I'll be back in awhile."

 

By the time Aran returned, the pit had been made though Christine looked a triffle smug. He'd check the spade later to see whether it had been used or not. Dumping what he had found on the ground next to the pit, Aran sat down next to it and gestured for Christine to do so as well. Proping up the bits of wood in there, the smaller underneath the larger, he then took his belt knife out and proceeded to run it across the larger bits of wood to shave it.

 

"Larger pieces of wood are the heart of a fire because they burn alot slower. The smaller pieces are the tinder to give it that boost, as are these shavings that the fire can consume quickly to get a boost. Kindling are those smaller branches, they help create the heat that'll ignite the larger pieces that'll last throughout the night. There are other things you can use as tinder, dead grass and the like or even animal fats. Can also, if you need to, use animal dung thats dry for a slower burn, but thats more of a last resort for obvious reasons."

 

"As to why we use the pit, it helps shelter the fire from a strong wind that could put it out. It also makes it easy to cover the fact you were here because you can simply fill in the pit afterwards. Also, don't use green wood, it smokes too much because its damp, and it gives away where you are to everyone."

 

"But now for the trick, making the actual fire. You'd know how to use flint and steel, so we'll cover a way to do it assuming you don't have your belt knife on you." Looking through some of the wood left over, he found a smaller branch of hardwood. Breaking off the bits and pieces jutting out of it, he took the split piece of softwood he'd found earlier and put it on the ground infront of him. Placing the stick on the exposed side of the split wood, he began rubbing it back and forth on it, pushing down at the same time.

 

"You do this long enough, you'll create an ember, and you can use the ember to light some tinder like dry grass or such, from there to the kindling wood and then the larger pieces of wood." Stopping, Aran handed over the wood to Christine with a grin on his face. "Hope you're able to do it, or we're eating cold tonight, and I plan on eating meat."

 

 

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Looking up from her own thoughts, Christine smiled, her Aes Sedai ring on her right hand. Twisting it, she followed him off of the roads. She loved her new found freedom, and the power she could now possess. This trip would be so much easier, now that she was an Aes Sedai. But of course, this pig-headed Tower Guard now assumed that just because she was an Aes Sedai, everything would change between them! Honestly, what type of girl did he think she was? Just because she had power changed nothing, but more than ever, he kept establishing he was the teacher, and she was the student. Aran couldn’t have been any stupider.

 

This feeling, having this power, and having this ability to do things at her will, was still all new to her. Only an Aes sedai for a few months, and she was still struggling to get control of it all. But of course, she was enjoying her control most of all over men. Didn’t matter who he was… if she wanted him, she got him. But there was one man she would never want… this asshole of a teacher. Granted, she had strutted around nude in front of him, and she had flirted with him many times, but never would she sleep with the same man that had made her life hell.

 

So, when he had mentioned going out into the wilderness, Christine had to smile. A trip to Shienar and back would be wonderful, from the numerous pranks she could pull on her teacher to all the men she would see in Sheinar. They were hard soldiers, and this would be a wonderful trip because of it. She had never been up north, so this would also be a chance to see new things and meet new people.

 

"Alright, we'll go on foot from here. Time to show you a few things."

 

 

Looking at the wet ground, Christine slid off of her horse, and stepped lightly. She was glad she was wearing breeches and a shirt, because a dress would have been the worst idea ever. Of course, now that she was an Aes Sedai, she made sure her clothes fit her the way she wanted… tight and showy. While she would not sleep with Aran, she wanted to make sure he never forgot her. She would leave an empression on this man yet. "The basic things that anyone needs are food, water, clothing and shelter. Without those things out here, or anywhere else, you will die, plain and simple. Now, you should have clothing covered if you ever get lost, so I'll deal with that last. First we'll deal with shelter, because exposure is the greatest danger. There certain things to look out for, I'll point them out as we move along."

 

Muttering to herself, she followed. Great, a lesson. After all of her years as an Accepted, she was excited to get away from the blasted things, but even still, she kept getting lessons. "See that felled tree there? The bottom end is resting firmly on the stump, thats solid. Its got heavy foliage, so it won't be letting much water in, you wouldn't have to do much more with that. A tree with less foliage, you'd simply gather branches from other trees and add them ontop, interweave them with the other branches to make sure they aren't blown clear by a strong wind. Simply clear out some of the foliage on the bottom to make room, and you have a shelter right there. Better yet, its fairly inconspicuous, so if you don't want to advertise you're around its handy for that."

 

It made no sense to her, but she nodded and followed. Ok, so, no camping beside a tree… why would she have to know this if her warder did? Well… if she GOT a warder. "See that hollow in the ground where the earth dips? You might need to make a bit more room in it, but put a log next to it, and place branches and such over the top. The reason for the log is to put the branches on a slope, if it rains it'll run off to the side rather than working its way through your cover to soak you while you sleep."

 

That one made sense. Ok, no sleeping in a hole in the ground. "Natural hollows like that are pretty handy, easy to keep warm in and unlike hollows where the cold sinks at night, the same can't be said of hollows. On the otherhand, its alot easier to get washed out of a hollow unless you've put up some cover to divert rain, so take a care to do that."

 

Ok, have to include a diversion… why couldn’t they just stay in an inn? "There are other sorts of natural shelters you'll come across. Caves are particularly, good, but we won't be finding any out this way. In Haddon Mirk, the canopies formed by the vines going from tree to tree offer natural shelter in themselves, that and its alot warmer that far south as opposed to here. At any rate, one of the reasons we have shelter is for warmth, so that leads on to what I'll show you next. But first."

 

Aran pulled out a spade, and tossed it to her. She caught it, and glared at him. "Dig a hole, two feet deep and in diametre. Use the spade, and if I think you cheated you're getting a paddling. I'll be back in awhile." Muttering to herself, she took the spade, and watched as he walked away. When he got out of sight, she dug the spade into the ground, and pulled out some dirt. Sticking it in as hard as she could, she got some dirt out. Looking at the dirty spade, she smiled to herself and used the power to make the hole. She even made sure to put a little dirt on her hands, and made certain the entire spade was dirty. No way could he guess this one.

 

He returned, and she grinned slightly. It was almost too easy to get away with channeling. He sat down on the ground, and she channled a bit of air and spirit to make a sort of pillow of air beneath her as she sat down. No point in getting dirty if she could avoid it. He had a pile of wood, and started stacking it. She figured it was a fire… she knew how to make them with the power.

 

"Larger pieces of wood are the heart of a fire because they burn alot slower. The smaller pieces are the tinder to give it that boost, as are these shavings that the fire can consume quickly to get a boost. Kindling are those smaller branches, they help create the heat that'll ignite the larger pieces that'll last throughout the night. There are other things you can use as tinder, dead grass and the like or even animal fats. Can also, if you need to, use animal dung thats dry for a slower burn, but thats more of a last resort for obvious reasons."

 

Note to self- make sure her warder could start a fire. "As to why we use the pit, it helps shelter the fire from a strong wind that could put it out. It also makes it easy to cover the fact you were here because you can simply fill in the pit afterwards. Also, don't use green wood, it smokes too much because its damp, and it gives away where you are to everyone."

 

"But now for the trick, making the actual fire. You'd know how to use flint and steel, so we'll cover a way to do it assuming you don't have your belt knife on you." He set up a fire somehow, and began rubbing two sticks together… it would be a long time before that thing was started.

 

"You do this long enough, you'll create an ember, and you can use the ember to light some tinder like dry grass or such, from there to the kindling wood and then the larger pieces of wood." He handed her the wood, and she glared at him. No! he wasn’t going to make her start the fire, was he? "Hope you're able to do it, or we're eating cold tonight, and I plan on eating meat."

 

Muttering to herself, she started rubbing the bloody sticks together. He sat back and closed his eyes, smiling. Bloody pig-headed man! What right did he have to treat her like… a brat? Still rubbing the sticks, she smiled as she got a spark. He looked to be asleep, so she channeled Fire lightly. But it didn’t go to the sticks… she channeled it onto his pants. Giggling, she shook him awake, ready to soak him with water from the power.

 

“Aran! Your pants! They are on fire!†He woke up, and she doused him with water as he saw the small fire. He glared at her through wet hair, and she fell over laughing. She went back to rubbing the sticks together and got a small flame going. He just stared at her, and she lit the sticks, channeling Air and Fire to get it going. He just sat there, furious, and she giggled again.

 

“You might want to get out of those clothes… you could get ill, or something!†Standing up, she went to their packs as he huffed, obviously furious at her. But what would he do? She tossed him a towel and smiled. “Hurry up and get out of those clothes!â€

 

Christine

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Watching his student in silence, Aran's thoughts were his alone as he watched his student finish with making the fire. Taking the towel as it was thrown to him, he quickly dried his hair, face and hands in short order before tossing the towel back to her. He wanted to push on, and the day wasn't about to end anytime soon so he could use his body warmth to dry his clothing and himself. Wouldn't be the first time he'd done it and it was effective enough. That and he was not undressing himself with her about, the last thing he needed was her to whisk all his clothes away and put them up the tallest tree and force him to climb after them.

 

"Leave the fire for a bit, now that you're on your way to being able to start a reasonable fire, we're going to go find some water."

 

It was perhaps five or so minutes of walking before Aran had decided what he was going to do, he was even going to incorporate it into the whole survival theme. If he was asked later, though he doubted he would be, he could always use the argument of 'alternative teaching method' as a justification. Unlikely to fly, but it was always there as a thought or so he mused as he twirled the spade in his hand.

 

"Look around. There is water all around you. You can wipe the moisture off plants with a rag and wring it dry if you're desperate enough and there is no other source. Rainwater can collect in hollows and such, all you need to do is think of where it could collect and after rains you'll usually find it there. In drier areas than this, you'll usually be able to find that some of the trees store water thats easy to get to from its roots where you can bleed the water out."

 

"Natural springs and water from rapids you can get away with drinking without purifying, the rest of it no matter where you get it from you'll need to. Just boil whatever water you have for ten minutes, and it should be fine. Unless its muddy, or such, and in your more desperate situations you'll have to go with that. Speaking of which."

 

Aran tested the spot with his foot a few times and grinned before handing the spade to Christine. "Well, get digging on this spot, when you get deep enough that water begins seeping" Aran handed her the empty waterskin he'd been carrying in his other hand. "Fill it up, and come back to the camp. If you have trouble finding it, start screaming and I'll come and find you."

 

Trundling off to leave her to her task, Aran got busy when he got back to camp. Getting a few sticks and taking his shirt off, he soon had a way to filter the water. By the time Christine was back, he'd dried himself off for the most part by the fire.. His filter nearby used a few sticks to hold up his shirt and spread it out while facing upwards. Water would filter through the front, then have to filter down through the back of his shirt as a second filter before dripping out.

 

"Go and pour the water on the shirt, not all of it though, it'll only take so much. Water will pass through while the mud retains in the shirt, anything that was missed the first time will be picked up the second. Go grab the pot and put it underneath the shirt to catch the water."

 

She looked a bit skeptical about the whole thing, but Christine went and did it at least. Once it was done, he gestured for her to follow her. "Now thats done, we're going to look at how to find yourself some food. Bring the spade."

 

As they left the campsite, Aran began speaking. "In the end, if you have to you can eat just about anything. Before we deal with snares or anything else, lets assume that there isn't any game about. No rabbits, deer, birds, what else is there? Like I said, you can eat anything if you put your mind to it. I've survived before on beetles, worms, ants and the like, as long as it isn't poisonous is a disease carrier like a cockroach you should be fine. Wood grubs are a good source in particular. Just make sure you remove wings and legs, and if its got a hard shell cook it first."

 

Laughing as he thought he heard Christine gag, he grinned at her. "I'm not kidding, its doable. Snakes that aren't poisonous, lizards and frogs also work in short order. Those are your most desperate measures though. For now, have you noticed how the birds have been flying? Always look out for them, try and see if you can spot any of their nests, like that one up there." Particularly high up a conifer, it took a bit to pick out but on one of the boughs was a nesting place for what appeared to be a pair of sparrows.

 

"Mark that nest well, later on tonight, you're climbing up that tree and taking them out of their nest. Just have to quickly snatch them out and snap their necks, too bad it isn't nesting season or we could have had eggs as well. At anyrate, lets move on a little further until we find a trail."

 

No trails were apparent after a good ten minutes, but something else was. Looking about for a piece of deadfall, one about a metre long soon came to hand from underneath the shrub. Taking his belt knife and whittling it down, he was soon fashioning nooses from what he could find about him. Looking up at Christine who was completely baffled, Aran grinned. "Squirrel pole."

 

"First rule of any trap is to know your prey. In this case, squirrels are curious to the point of stupidity. We put this up there and they'll stay away from it at first, eventually they'll just have to go and investigate. They get themselves caught in the nooses that you balance on the top of the pole while they run across, fall off and strangle. Can usually catch a few that way. Most animals you have to mask your scent, put mud on your hands before you work on a trap and the like, in this case you don't need to bother."

 

Finishing with it, he soon had it up in one of the nearby trees, nooses balanced up to catch the squirrels as they ran through. Dropping back down, he shrugged at her. "I was going to get you to make it but like I said, I want to eat meat tonight. For now though, you get to find our way back. Not too difficult since we didn't try to conceal the way we came through. Look to your feet and you'll see where we disturbed the shrubs underfoot. In the same way you can track people your after, or more important, game. At anyrate, take the lead."

 

 

Aran

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Turning away from the desk she growled and picked up the letters she had written. She was in a foul mood already and she had so much to deal with today. Christine was finally ready to begin her tour and Jade could have cared less about the child after the stunt she had pulled in the office of their Captain General. She opened the door to her room and walked down the hallway to the quarters of her ajah head and the other Sitters. She left their reports under their doors and walked back to find and accepted to carry the rest of the letters. When she found one she handed her the letters and gave her instructions. With a snarl she said, "Before you deliver those letters ask Mistress Laras to send up a meal for me, be quick about it child." She turned away before the Accepted had even curtsied and walked back to her quarters. When she stepped in her room she ignored the sense of loss and loneliness that she felt and began to dust her many swords. Looking for anything to do to pass the time for the tour. A very short time later she heard a knock and the door and opened it to another Accepted out of breath and holding a tray. Jade almost laughed and took the tray. She finished the lunch and sent a novice away with the tray before she walked to her room and began to prepare for her duties.

 

Jaydena walked from her room with a sneer on her face, she couldn't believe that she had to deal with this little brat. Honestly she had no idea how the girl had made it past the Accepted test, let alone the Aes Sedai test. It was pure weakness to try and kill yourself in your meeting with your ajah head. The news was all over the ajah and they had been working their hardest to keep it within the ajah. Christine had received punishement and that was why it had taken so long for her to begin her tour. Truly Jade could almost wish that the child had perished in the attempt. She hoped that the punishment had knocked some sense into her. Jade had wanted to begin the tour with the girl covered in blood, what a sight it would have been too, she thought. Cackling softly she glided toward the rooms of the green intiaties, and stepped gracefully toward the door. Adopting a serene look she knocked on the door and waited for the girl to answer. She could wait to begin to break this girl, normally she molded and took from the existing strengths and helped to make the girl a woman. With this one she feared that it would take a whole lot more to get her in shape for the ceremony. As it was they had to watch her every moment to make sure she didn't kill herself again. She began to tap her foot on the tile and realizing what she was doing, stopped herself and looked up as the door began to open...

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Walking through the yards, Christine smiled as she made it to the Oak tree where she and Aran often practiced. They had taken many naps under that tree, saying they were in meditaion. And how many times had she gotten thrown into the water bucket just a few feet away? Not as many times as she had deserved. It felt so lonely, practicing alone, but Aran had gotten called in to watch the wall that afternoon, and as she didn’t feel like studying, she decided to spend it training. She held out the sword before her, and entered her void. It was a peaceful river, calm and just. It filled her, just like the power did. It was this calm nature that readied her for battle.

 

Breathing thru her nose, she stepped back on her left foot, and brought the sword down from high left to low right, before stepping back on her right foot and moving to the side on her left foot and swinging the sword from high right to low left. Her feet turned as she slid around, whipping the sword as she then thrust forwards, stepping with her right foot. She no longer had to memorixe the steps and think about it. It just came to her. The steps were natural, and she repeated the moves again. Her steps were light and graceful, and her sword was whipping around, ready to slice anything that got in its wait. Perhaps it was the void that made her lose her hearing from the calling, or perhaps she just wished to hear nothing. But as she turned, she thought she saw a grey shawl, and stopped on the thrust. It was an Aes Sedai, dressed as if something was happening, and it could be good or bad.

 

Walking forward, Christine sheathed her sword as she whipped off the sweat on her forhead. Doing an awkward curtsy to Fearzyne Sedai, the Mistress of Novices, she began to explain why she, an Accepted, was in the Warders Yard. “Hello, Aes Sedai, I was only training, I promise you-“ but she was cut off with a serious look that would have stopped the most firey tongue. Light! If she got sent to the farm again, she didn’t know what she would do. It had destroyed her novicehood, being sent to that place, and she would do anything to keep from going back. Even thought it had been 9 years since she had been a novice, the 33-year-old longed to have nothing to do with that Light-forsaken place.

 

“Christine Segrto, you are summoned to be tested for the shawl of an Aes Sedai; the Light keep you whole and see you safe.†Fear struck like a smack on the face. Being tested? Now? She would no longer where the white dress with banded hem? She would be free? Happiness ran through her as she nodded, but at the same time, she wondered if she would pass. What would she do if she failed? Would she even live to come out? Would anyone even mourn her death? More than likely, no. She was alone. But if she passed, she would have sisters. The ideas and thoughts ran through her head, and she nodded slowly.

 

Turning, she followed the Aes Sedai back to the tower, her head hung down as she stared at her sword-torn hands. She even played with her sword as she followed along, and fear ran down her spine as she glanced up at the tower. It seemed so much bigger, now that she knew she would soon be a real part of it. As a novice, you thought you were so important. When it came to being an Accepted, you thought you would never make it. And it was right then, when she looked up, she knew that something great was about to happen to her, and everything was about to change. She didn’t know what would truly happen when she stepped into her testing, but she was afraid of that too. Her arches had ripped her to pieces in the days after as her fears were relived before her.

 

The walked through the tower slowly, both with their mouths shut. They passed a few people, mostly servants, and no one looked at her. They all knew what was going on. No one could miss the seriousness of the testing. There were two massive doors that opened, and she followed Fearzyne Sedai. They walked some more, and they entered into a large room, much like that when her arches were taken. There was a large ring in the center of the room, and light seemed to reflect from it as she saw her doom and future in its ring.

 

There was a ring of Aes Sedai around the center of the room- one of each ajah, and the Mistress of Novices took her place. “Attend,†was all she said, and she saw the sisters obey. It struck her then that this was the defining moment of all her studies, of all her hard work, and all her failures and victories. Now, she was on the chopping block, and she could only pray to the light it didn’t cost her her life. And the ceremony began:

 

“You come in ignorance Christine Segreto, how would you depart?â€

 

She swallowed, and Christine looked around at the Aes Sedai staring at her. Her eyes slowly returned to Faerzyne. “In Knowledge of Myself,†she heard herself say.

 

“For what reason have you been summoned here?â€

 

Oh, Light! Someone help me please, she begged silently. She knew what she should answer, and while the Aes Sedai seemed so certain she was ready, she was not. She hardly even trusted herself… how could they trust her? “To be tried.†Her heart raced as she said it, and the ceremony continued

 

“For what reason should you be tried?â€

 

 

Oh, Light! This wasn’t right! She shouldn’t have ever come to the tower- not if she was doubting herself now. But there was a voice that answered the question. “So that I may learn whether I am worthy.†And learn she would. Perhaps she was ready… she prayed she was.

 

“For that would you be found worthy?â€

 

And here it was: she just blurted it out. “To wear the shawl.â€

 

 

And now, her testing was here. She knew nothing more. Now, she was on the chopping block, and the Aes Sedai all held an axe. It was now or never… and she prayed that she would live to tell. She was asked to undress, and she slipped off everything, and left her sword with it all. Perhaps that would earn points with the Green Sisters… or perhaps it wouldn’t. She ran through the random weaves, but all she thought of were sword steps. What would steps help her if all she had was the power, with no sword to help her? She walked towards the oval, and took one last look around. The Aes Sedai that stared at her showed no emotion on their face, and she knew then, that she was ready.

 

Stepping into the oval, she was looking into almost complete darkness with only a small light from the moon shining down on her. One hundred weaves had to be formed, and one hundred weaves were what she would give. She began slowly, and after 20, she heard a voice in her ear. “Hello, child. We have been waiting for you…†She continued the weaves, her eyes almost shut in fear. She knew that voice… it was her bitch of a mother- that nasty darkfriend who had betrayed her, and joined the Shadow. 25 weaves, and she heard another voice. “Come on, Christine, you know you want the power.†That was her father. She knew what they wanted. They wanted her soul. It went back and forth between them as she continued her weaves, but as she neared 50, her heart almost stopped. Trollocs were coming towards her, with a Myddrral leading them. She continued the weaves, and they came closer, the voices continuing. Back and forth they went, with the trollocs running full force.

 

It was 72 weaves when the trollocs came before her. She clenched her eyes as they came at her, continuing the weaves, and the beasts disappeared. But the voices continued. “So you have stood against trollocs… You have power in deed. But we will find you, and we will take you. Every Aes Sedai shall die to find you. And we shall claim you as one of ours, one for the Shadow.†It was 85 weaves, and her knees almost gave out as the battering continued. In the distance was a man, walking towards her slowly. She ignored the man, and concentrated on the weaves. 95… “Do you see that man? He is one of the Shadow’s, and he can channel…†Her skin prickled as he stopped ten paces away, and she completed weave 98. Only two more. A fire ball came at her from the man, and she yelped as another two followed. 99 weaves completed… “We shall have your soul, you whore, one day, we shall have your soul.†100. The man disappeared as the fire balls did, and the voices went away. And she almost fell to the ground, utterly exhausted.

 

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She was led to her rooms, and said nothing. Sleep would over come her any minute now, and as she made it to her room, she made a weak curtsy. Thoughts ran through her head as she fell onto her bed, but she pushed them away. She had passed her testing, and would soon be an Aes Sedai. She had done it. Now to join the ranks of the Green Sisterhood…

 

Woken around dawn, she saw seven sisters before her. One spoke softly. “It is time.†She got out of the bed, still wearing what she had worn the night before. Light! Even her sword was still on her hip! How tired had she been? They gave her no time to take it off, and she followed them quietly. They entered the same room as the night before, and she was greeted by the Amyrlin Seat and Keeper of the Chronicles. The sisters lined up behind her, and she knew that now was the time to truly become an Aes Sedai. Pride filled her, and she stepped forward.

 

The Mother spoke calmly and clearly for all to hear. “Who comes here?â€

 

Christine was more ready than ever. Where as the night before she had been terrified, she was now more certain of herself than ever. She would be an Aes Sedai… here it was! “Christine Segretoâ€

 

“For what reason do you come?â€

 

â€To swear the three oaths and thereby claim the shawl of an Aes Sedai,†Christine replied.

 

“By what right do you claim this burden?â€

 

“By right of having made the passage, submitting myself to the will of the White Tower.â€

 

She still felt the pain of the night before, and she knew that a world of challenges were facing her. But she would make it. Light! She hoped she made it.

 

“Then enter, if you dare, and bind yourself to the White Tower.â€

 

She looked around the group of Aes Sedai behind her, and a smile went across her face. Here it was, her time, and she would be choosing her Ajah, and they would welcome her. She stepped up to the Amyrlin Seat, who held the Oath Rod in her hands as the Keeper gave ot to her. She was handed the rod, and Christine looked at it in awe. Here it was. Her whole life had been waiting for it. “Under the light and by my hope of salvation and rebirth, I vow that I will speak no word that is not true.†Oath one... â€Under the light and by my hope of salvation and rebirth, I vow that I will make no weapon for one man to kill another.†Oath two…“Under the light and by my hope of salvation and rebirth, I vow that I will never use the One Power as a weapon except against shadowspawn, or in the last extreme of defending my life, or that of my warder, or another sister.†Oath three… she was a sister.

 

She fetl a tightening over her as the oaths settled. She was an Aes Sedai. She had done it. All of her hard work had not been in vain. She returned the Oath Rod to the Amyrlin Seat, and a smile was across her face, which was gladly returned. “It is half done, with the White Tower engraved on your bones. Rise now, Aes Sedai, and choose your Ajah and all will be done that may be done under the Light.â€

 

Turning, Christine looked at the Aes Sedai before her. Scanning over the group, she walked slowly towards them, her eyes scanning them. They rested on the Green sisters, and she stepped forward, stopping before them. Everyone else left the room, and she saw a shawl in their hands, the one she longed to wear. Clearing her voice, she looked into their eyes, no fear to be seen. “I beg acceptance into the Battle Ajah.†And it was done. She had done it. No matter what came her way, she was now a sister. She had traveled all this way, and she had made it. Nothing would hold her back now…

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Jaydena rolled from the bed and walked to the window, her eyes roamed over the ground below her as the moonlight shone on her bare skin. She looked over at the empty bed and wished that she didn't have to climb back into the empty and cold bed. She ran her hands over her hands over her hourglass figure and wished that she didn't feel so alone, that she didn't feel like there was meant to be something more. Padding across the room in the moonlight her feet fell soft on the thick carpets she had gotten in Illian, she made her way to the bathroom and began preparing for the coming day. She couldn't force herself to get back into the cold bed anyway, it just seemed like hard stone to her anyway. Time passed and she climbed from the tub, she looked down at her body and examined the bruised that marked her pale skin. She had been training harder than ever, not just because she was a Green and she knew hard times were coming but also because it helped take away the lonliness. Jade walked from her bathroom and stepped toward her wardrobe inside her rom, she pulled her undergarments from inside and quickly dressed in a pair of tight green britches, a leather green vest, a white shirt, and knee high black leather boots. She walked to the side of her bed and picked up her sword and her short staves from where they leaned against the headboard. Hooking the belt for the staves around her waist one way she hefted the sword and looked down at it.

 

It was made of hard metal and it was likely to be her only bed companion, it was sad and true fact that most Aes Sedai didn't spend their lives in happy and blissful conditions. She would likely die on some misty battleground and would only be remembered by those who had known her and with time her memory would fade and the only trace of her would be her part of the Vault. Shaking her head at the way her thoughts were turning she strapped the sword on her other hip and clasped the green velvet cloak with rabbit fur lining it and slide her hands wearing her serpent ring into the black leather rabbit fur lined gloves and walked out the door. It was time to train and take her thoughts from the lonely and short life ahead of her. Leaving her quarters she wove a ward around her rooms and alked quickly to a tapestry of a battle 500 years ago or more. Looking around she pulled it out and slipped behind it, she jogged down the steps and ran out into the garden that was just beginning to awake. The light glistened on the early morning dew as the sun rose over the Tower. She stopped for a moment and took a deep breath, pushing the ache from her heart as she ran out into the yard and began stretching before her work-out.

 

Some time later she pushed the sweat from her eyes and regarded the Trainee she had just taught a lesson. He had swaggered up to her despite the fact that he knew what and ageless face looked like and acted like he was women's gift from the Creator and she should just jump into bed with him. Their spar had quickly taught him that he didn't want a woman with more power than him. She chuckled as she remembered his face and ran back up to her quarters. As she reached her quarters she saw a novice standing at her door. The young lady curtsied and said, "I am sorry Aes Sedai, I was about to come looking for you when you weren't here. This letter was sent to you." Jaydena thanked the novice and took the note from her, with a deft move of her hand and an a quick move she embraced the source, took the weave off from around her room and stepped inside. When she opened the letter she saw that a Accepted had passed the test and would now take the oaths to become an Aes Sedai. This one was expected to go green and Jade was looking forward to leading her on the right path. Making her way into the bathroom to change and wash the sweat from her body she glanced around the room and then set her sword down next to the bed...

 

Two hours later she emered from hr room, she was now dressed in a emerald green dress with silver stars embroidered on it. Matching earring flashed in her ears, along with a necklace, and bracelet on her right wrist. Her hair was piled on her head and little sticks that looked like swords held the mass in place. Her emerald green fringed shawl with leaves across it shone in the light and she had adopted the serene expression of an Aes Sedai. Forgetting her weakness of the morning she walked on and soon reached the room where the child would swear her oaths. With a graceful glide she took her spot and waited for the ceremony to begin. A short time passed before the room had filled and the Accepted stood before the Amyrlin swearing the oaths to the Tower. Jade nodded as the woman stiffened when the oaths bond her and then stood, looking around the room, and then made her way toward them. She stopped in front of them and the rest of the other ajahs left when they saw where she was. Jaydena waited for her to speak and when she asked for acceptance into the green she said, "So you have chosen the green?" The new Sister whose name was Christine nodded and Jaydena returned her nod. "Well it's a hard ajah and a hard road, we begin it by taking you to our Captain General." She nodded and began walking through the Tower with the other sitters. They had soon reached the Green Quarters and she knocked on the door on her Ajah Heads door.

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Though she stood still as a stone, her eyes sharp on the newest supplicant grasping the Oath Rod, Kareja’s thoughts were half a world away and whirling through her mind like a storm wind. Rumors and reports hinted at dark days on the horizong and she rankled at the political fetters that kept her tied to the Tower and thought wistfully (and she admitted to herself far too fondly) of the days when she herself had been a newly raised Sister, free to roam at will and meddle where she may. Green, indeed, but not only in the color of her Ajah.

 

And of course she was not as free to roam and meddle as she would have liked. Too many people, royal and common, seemed to have forgotten the respect and courtesy due an Aes Sedai even in the years of her youth. Eyes filled with fear wherever she had wandered. Faces became closed when her own ageless countenance appeared. Ears strained when she spoke, searching for hidden meanings and twisted words.

 

Not that the Tower has proven to be much different. Here, the game of dancing words was played with a more serious aim. Here, the fate of the world could rest on a well placed word, an arched eyebrow, a slight frown. Her own Aunts, the Light bless their souls, who could dance words or daggers with the best of them, might have found their tongues tied in the White Tower.

 

Now she studied the newest woman to place her life in service to the Tower. Christine Segreto, a countrywoman of Kareja’s though of course once one vowed to the Tower such allegiances were past. Still they could have been true sisters were it not for the flush and eagerness of youth in Christine’s as she faced the three Green Sisters squarely.

 

“I beg acceptance into the Battle Ajah.â€

 

Kareja snorted but said nothing. Beg indeed. Together the three Sitters led their newest recruit toward her new life, Kareja making a mental note to pull her fellow Domani aside at the earliest opportunity and instruct her on leaving her begging days far behind her. Battle Sisters demanded.

 

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If anyone had told her twenty years ago that soon enough she would give up the soldier’s life, always on the road with saidar her only companion, she might have been offended at having her dedication called into question. Yet not only had she condemned herself to the dank innards of the White Tower for possibly as long as she would live, but she had done so willingly, and by her own devious orchestration … she who had once argued so fiercely to be free of all constraint and to go in search of adventure wherever she chose.

 

The irony of it all diverted her for a fleeting moment. Now the only escapades she involved herself in were conducted at a distance with herself the player directing pawns about her work. Ink stains had replaced war wounds. She contemplated the densely written pages before her, smudged by hurry and detailing matters which no doubt urgently needed her attention, and for a moment this was all so surreal that it cut at her bright edged: she, once the half illiterate bastard from Andor, knowing nothing save how to survive … the bitter outcast who had found no comfort in a life she had needed to make her whole … it was she who now sat as Head of the Green Ajah, the highest office in these halls, before whom all others gave way. It seemed dream like in a way and yet she already knew that the taste of ascendancy was sweet and having supped from this cup she could never pass it on.

 

Hence why Sirayn Sedai, once a soldier and perhaps still so in her heart, worked in silence and deep concentration these late hours to master a rising tide of paperwork. Dealing with authority had never been her strong point, much preferring to keep her independence close, and all the constraints which bound about sisters now manifested themselves before her in the form of endless requests. Asking permission to leave the city had never seemed so unnecessary as when she had to read over every such instance and grant or deny it. Those new tasks were only the beginning.

 

A sister wanted a meeting to discuss the progress of her young mentee who was likely to choose the Green Ajah in her turn; Sirayn noted in passing that the woman was a modernist, briefly considered how awkward that audience might be, and granted it with a brief flourish of her pen. Somebody else wanted her to consent to their bonding with a young Tower Guard and to perhaps grace the occasion with her presence. Such support was not strictly necessary, but it was considered a small piece of tact, and perhaps all the more so to an Ajah Head so new. A sister’s bonding might prove a simple enough task to begin her public duties; a little favour spread good will and if all went well it might not even be tiresome. And all the time a stack of huge tomes brooded in one corner. Compiled there were the thousand and one rules of protocol which a Captain General needed to know, particularly one for whom foes waited at every opportunity, and she could not afford the smallest mistake.

 

Time wound on and she fell into a mechanical routine like some work of brass and sinew to lift and scan and respond; by her side cryptic coded notes spidered further across an otherwise fresh and blank page. Briefly she entertained the thought of recruiting some servant to manage her appointments and so forth but the idea filled her with such an immediate horror that she discarded it immediately. It would be a bleak day when she admitted this or anything else was beyond her. Even as the first and palest rays of dawn stole softly through the leaded glass window, to paint her papers and the small movement of her hand writing in shades of grey and subtle rose, she finally roused herself enough to lay aside her papers. The light outside her window held a pale wintry tint. This morning they held one of their most fundamental ceremonies: the petition of a newly raised Aes Sedai and her subsequent entry, if as a recruit, having had her request denied.

 

Raisings. The procedure held a great deal of significance for her. Much of her career had been sparked on that shameful morning she was deemed unworthy to join the Battle Ajah … so much bitterness, so much resentment, a lifetime’s exile all begun on a morning much like this so many years ago; for the longest time she had wanted to abolish the whole pretence immediately she took this office, never doubting in the dark dreams of her youth that some day she would, but matters were more complicated now. It would take some phenomenal support to overturn a tradition of some thousand years’ standing … perhaps more than she had, certainly more than she was willing to risk … and in truth? She wasn’t certain any longer that that would be the best way. She had only to look at her own case to see how successful the initiation period had been if one measured in colder and more objective ways than she had.

 

Troubled as she was by all this philosophy no amount of contemplation would resolve the task before her. Christine Segreto was to be raised to the shawl this morning and if they had guessed rightly she would be coming to join them amid the Green Ajah. A raising was always a source of celebration and in particular this young woman Sirayn had herself guided in some small part; difficult though it was to imagine why Christine had attached herself to her so, presumably she had proved to be useful in some way. This morning if all went to plan the child would come to see her in an entirely new light … as Head of the Green Ajah. Always assuming she played her part correctly of course. Intellectually she knew that she couldn’t mess up such a simple procedure if she tried; but her heart told her otherwise.

 

Nevertheless, an hour later found her smartly dressed and at her most imposing in the Captain General’s Office. A stately desk occupied the centre of this luxurious room with half a hundred paintings of previous incumbents hung up round the walls; once the title passed along from her, by means of resignation or something more sinister, her portrait too would occupy a place there. Heavy leather bound books lined one wall while a display cabinet cased mementoes and artefacts of long gone campaigns. Directly behind the desk positioned so that it lay across the wall like a silent threat was the colossal greatsword borne by her predecessors into battle and now by rights belonging to her. The blade was near as tall as she was and not likely to become her constant companion unless she worked out some way to bear it without looking a fool; yet it lent a certain authority to her presence here.

 

Perfectly calm, she seated herself being the polished dark desk and simply waited; her hard face set in lines of stone, a simple green shawl draped about her shoulders; ice grey eyes rested upon the door waiting for the party to enter. On the wall above her head waited that great grey sword which marked her rank and for all the bleak and winding path which had brought her here, and all the dark times which still lay ahead, she looked every inch Head of the Green Ajah in that moment.

 

ooc: Speak friend and enter.

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Walking through the halls, Christine heard voices. It was those of the Green sisters with her... but she was not paying attention. All she had on her mind was what faced her. She still had not been given her shawl, and had not been accepted as a sister... and this worried her. She had let the Battle Sisters know that she was going to be a Green Sister, so she did not know what the problem was. Perhaps it was something wrong with her. Perhaps another test. Or even worse- perhaps she would not be accepted in. She had never heard of an Ajah not accepting an Initiate, but she was sure it could happen.

 

It was hallowed halls she walked through, that night. The halls of the Battle Ajah, the halls of the Green Ajah. She had been there before, whether for a study with Sirayn Sedai, running messages, a bit of research, or just looking around when she got a chance. She loved the beauty, the majesty, the presence that it gave off. Swords adorned the doorways, and the closed doors were leading her in deeper- deeper than she had ever been.

 

Looking at the Sisters, she realized something that she felt idiotic for not noticing before. They were the sitters. Who could be higher than the Sitters? Oh no... she was going to meet the Head of the Green Ajah. Her eyes opened wide at the realization, but the sisters kept walking. This was horrid- being put before trial by a sister she didn’t know. She was bound to fail whatever test was put before her!

 

Jaydena Sedai led her to a door, and stopped, the other two sitters standing behind Christine. Looking at them, she recieved a nod, and she knocked on the door. “Enter!†said a cold voice- a voice that she recognized from somewhere. She turned the handle, and looked at the Sitters, a small smile on each face.

 

Stepping in, she was shocked. The walls were covered in paintings, and the large room held a desk in the center, the Aes Sedai sitting behind it. The door shut behind her, and she was still staring. But it wasn’t the paintings, nor was it the Great Sword over the desk that held her attention. It was the Aes Sedai.

 

Sirayn Sedai- she should have known. After all these years, she had never known that the Aes Sedai she went to for help was the Head of the Ajah. The woman stared at her, and Christine stared back for a moment, before dropping into a curtsy. “Sirayn Sedai...†she whispered, shocked.

 

“Well, girl, what do you want?†she heard. Slowly rising, Christine stepped forward, her eyes straight ahead, staring at her mission. She stood before the desk, and spoke clearly and slowly, afraid her voice would crack. “I come to beg acceptance into the Green Ajah.â€

 

 

ooc: god help us all... Sira has a friend

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‘*’ The smile he gave her tore her apart as she felt the rising tide of bitterness carrying her back into the murky past when they had enjoyed the vitality of youth together. Sharp memories of their meet amidst the dark chaos of the Blight; that hellhole of evil spawns & despair. His fight against the dark had inspired her much as he still did now but this, a simple spar against a trainee of all people! It had resulted in a torn muscle which placed his case under a grave, uncaring light; oh Light, what was the use of remaining in the Tower when he continued to injure himself so? Had he no concern for his own safety, let alone of her feelings? It was iniquitous for her to watch her only warder waste away into this pale image of the man he had once been and the cruel jibes he made of his age hurt her more than she revealed. Get another warder, I know of several worthy candidates. It’s improper for a Green to remain bonded to just one, one who will soon be no more… Maechella bit back half a hundred sharp retorts that sprung to her lips, clamping down on her aggravation before it got through the bond.

 

‘*’ Did he still think himself a man in his prime, to put himself through the harsh regime the yard offered? Him, a fresh victim of the callous creatures of the dark with a lean back ravaged with more marks than the eyes could bear. She had sacrificed a continued existence in the Blight for his sake; arduous though that life had once been, it had satisfied her fully. She had relished the bond shared by her soldier comrades, had worked into turning it into her life mission. Deplete the sturdy ranks of the Dark Lord before the Last Battle; their skirmishes would be minor in relation to the final confrontation but still, she had thrown in her best efforts to keep back the dark minions and that knowledge sufficed in calming her conscience. Now those flashing grey eyes were turned towards scrutinising impassive facades and running through pages of cryptic codes.

 

‘*’ These were the dark times when her fingers so unused to much writing cramped under pressure, her mind struggling to cope with political intrigue when it had grown comfortable dealing with the inventories of armies. Even now Maechella occasionally found herself groping for the appropriate terms to address a delicate matter or personage, periodically depending on her subconsciousness to back her up when at a lost; hazardous business. A simple flicker of eyes and hands, was that to be treated as an invitation or challenge? Subdued voices over the coarse voices of soldiers; and arguments withheld, with dissentients building up till break point should she be so dull as to miss those slight hints. Critical times and she stood in the middle of all these artful creatures, oddly enough.

 

‘*’ “Yet another is to be raised to the shawl today,†Maechella noted aloud with a heavy air of resignation. Another occasion for her to be submerged within stiff protocol & duties; she hoped to not end up dealing with yet another former catty Accepted. Unlikely that the occupants of the Tower would ever adopt a frank posture and she would be burned if she hadn’t noted herself changing to merge into her current surroundings; feeling her old self take over. Those endless days filled with lessons on etiquette and silk dresses, a slash for every faux pas that left her weeping for forgiveness. Old days; she was a drastically different person from that spoilt noble heir now. She had learned.

 

‘*’ “Be kind to her for me, won’t you?†came the weak call from their tousled bed. A stray beam of light caught the wry grin that appeared, painting the jagged lines on her facial planes in a forbidding manner. “It would depend, wouldn’t it?†she called back gently, cold hands slipping around the small brass doorknob. “It would depend on everything.†A faint gust of wind swept into their plain quarters, a chilly breath that made the edges of her green shawl flutter in its wake. “Our lives are hardly our own.†Nor is our fate.

 

‘*’ Maechella Verlein burned the final vestiges of warm emotions during the trial and subsequent ceremony. Her sharp eyes noted every trace of weakness the Accepted displayed to be stored, compiled and perhaps, abused. She was resigned that would be the way her current life ran and once that determined, set to excelling it with a vengeance born purely of frustration. Would this little one decide to add peace as a major decisive element in her future, or would she choose to act purely on brazen instincts? Death over life, what would she pick; peace or war, excitement or reasoning… was this child even emotionally stable? So many people had lost a piece of themselves when death flashed before their eyes, even the Aes Sedai. Did she have what it took to withstand them all? She observed the flame of eagerness dancing behind their youngest recruit sourly, musing, contemplating, doing nothing. She would do nothing for now; it was up to Christine Sedai to prove herself.

 

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Silence lingered cool and waiting in the severely arranged room as the four women entered. Here serenely came the Battle Ajah’s finest, the three Banner Captains, her seconds in command; each composed and shrouded in majesty fit to strike fear into the hearts of those who observed them. Two she had raised herself while the third of many years’ standing held on only through the weight of their agreement while all around had expected her to cast the woman down in revenge for opposition. No matter their previous experience and their own connections, each now depended on her favour to hold their ranks, as did all other sisters who claimed the emerald shawl … a brief and surreal moment to think what control she now had over them. As a child even smaller and lesser than their fourth companion she herself had revered the women who had then held these coveted seats: now it was she who called the shots.

 

They were too well schooled to let any trace of feeling colour their manner. As with many new sisters, their companion might have studied for decades and only achieved half that composure. Fair though she was, and seemingly popular among young men, the Domani child had no idea what lay in wait for her … and from her dazed expression perhaps she had just realised that. The other three women having taken up their accustomed places, the quiet drew out further into tension while young Christine Sedai stood before her and simply stared in shocked confusion. One dark brow arched in fractional query prompting for some sort of movement. Not particularly flattering to have it confirmed once more that she was not the type of person people immediately took for powerful; but she had expected little more and life was not all roses.

 

A curtsey went some way to mend her irritation on this point. In response to her sharp query Christine lifted her voice, as sweet to hear as the rest of her to look upon, and set in motion the next stage of the machinery that was this process. A small part of her remained every bit as frozen as anyone first coming before their Ajah Head … the whole situation still seemed so foreign to her, that anybody should seek acceptance from her, that she should now sit in judgement who once knelt herself. Yes: success was sweet indeed. “An honourable goal, Christine Sedai.†Only a skilled listener might pick out a subtle note of irony in her tone. “But we do not accept everybody who asks into the Green Ajah. Not everyone is suited for it; not everyone feels the call as we do. Tell us why you come to us for acceptance. Tell us why you want to join the Ajah of Sacrifice … and what you can do for our cause.â€

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Christine stared back down at the floor as she felt the three women behind her. Sirayn's glaring watch over her seemed to bare right into her soul as she faced her own revelation. She was going to die. Sirayn Sedai would never allow her acceptance. Perhaps it had been foolhardy of her to even believe she could recieve the honor, or perhaps she had just had so much hope that there would be a scrap of mercy that would grant her what she so much craved.

 

“An honourable goal, Christine Sedai.†The sound of Sedai sounded so perfect with her name, but she didnt want just that. It was almost a slap in the face, to hear the Captain General use that name. It was like dangling the string before the cat... so close, yet she was not able to reach it unless she pleased the master. Her heart ached to reach her string, to recieve the shawl, and to be a Battle Sister.

 

“But we do not accept everybody who asks into the Green Ajah. Not everyone is suited for it; not everyone feels the call as we do. Tell us why you come to us for acceptance. Tell us why you want to join the Ajah of Sacrifice … and what you can do for our cause.†She knew it- she wouldnt be allowed in. This was just a pity talk, to make her feel like she had some chance, when truely she had none. Well, if she was going to fail, she might as well try her best before she hung her chin to her chest for the rest of her days.

 

Looking clearly at the Aes Sedai before her, and feeling the power of the ones behind her, she began to speak softly. "Sirayn Sedai, my parents were darkfriends. Before I found this out, aye, I disliked all Shadow dwellers, but now, it is a hate with a passion. Whatever I can do to destroy the shadowspawn that torment my family, i will do."

 

Glancing behind her, she looked at the three sets of eyes that held on to hers. Turning back to Sirayn Sedai, she felt as if she could fall to her knees, begging. "Please, I just want to make the world better. I want to destroy all shadowspawn. I want to fight, with my sisters, against the evil of this land. I want to help in the cause. And I want to do it as a Battle Sister. Whatever the cost, I will pay it to further the cause- even, no, expeccially, if it requires my life."

 

Her eyes pleaded for her as she slowly moved her eyes from the Captain General's to the floor. "All I ask is that you grant me my wish, and I shall be eternally greatful, and will repay the debt I shall owe to you. Please."

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Darkfriend parents: her surviving hand tightened just a little on the desk before her, fingertips sliding a fraction over smoothly polished wood like satin, briefest sensation to distract her. Her composure she did not permit to waver even for a moment but that instant’s pause gave Sirayn time to assess their pretty young supplicant. The innocence still so evident in the soft features did not speak of malice to her own keen examination, much less Darkfriend knowledge, and she prided herself on her judgement … but all too bitterly Sirayn remembered how she had been fooled on past occasions; on how eyes seemingly just as trusting and artless as these deep brown ones had harboured a life’s worth of hatred. On their first meeting she had measured Christine Segreto and found her no threat. Yet for long hard moments now that her parentage had been revealed Sirayn considered that decision again.

 

Surely any Darkfriend such a fool as to admit to a similar heritage in front of three Sitters and an Ajah Head whom they needed to accept them would never have survived this long. That took a particular kind of idiocy … unless it was a double bluff. Could such dark confidence be present behind an image of otherwise superficial beauty? By this time they ought to know that she was doubly on her guard for just such a scheme and Christine was not, unless she missed her guess entirely, subtle enough or skilled enough to take her on in that manner. No indication of anything warning in the manner. Nothing suppressed behind the brown eyes. Nothing save her own suspicion heightened a sense of danger in this magnificent room. If this child was a Darkfriend, she was an extraordinarily brash one, and such boldness could easily be converted into mistakes. Easing tensed shoulders a fraction Sirayn dismissed her worries … for now at least.

 

Pleading to be permitted to join the Green Ajah seemed heartfelt enough. A note of desperation, a note of eagerness; it might have been stirring had Sirayn not been a callous cynic at heart. In small ways it made her uncomfortable to be listening to such a passionate declaration of loyalty toward them. All her sisters had reasons to be here on the front line against the Shadow, to go through mud and blood and weariness until the glamour had long worn away and to stay there anyway, to survive disaster along with triumph, and still to be there when the sun rose the next dawn picking through the bones of another battle. It did not serve well to inquire too closely into what women like her kept secret. Yet on this, the first of many such mornings, it was her task to judge them and find them wanting.

 

Intensely it troubled her to do this who had always held so strongly that an Aes Sedai’s business was one’s own. To interfere here went against all the traditions which she kept closest. Most bitterly it stung her own long held memories of similar failures; bringing back too close and sharp recall that she had nearly become the only sister to be turned down at her second petition as well … telling her again that she had lost all faith in herself that morning and that something had been lost which even hundreds of years later had never been regained. Her own history had passed into legend along with that of many of her contemporaries but she herself still remembered despair. It took a certain kind of woman to do this job: a hard one certainly, a cruel one perhaps; someone capable of detachment from all common rules of courtesy and custom; the type of iron leader the Green Ajah had forged her into.

 

Maybe this was why she sat beneath the Captain General’s greatsword this morning. Not so much because she had possessed the political will to make it so; that was only the final demonstration … but because she had herself gone through all the damage this could wreak on a woman, had seen its bitterest ending, and was callous enough to continue anyway. Perhaps she who had so nearly been brought down by this tradition knew best that the morning’s events would certainly damage Christine, might ruin her even, and Sirayn Damodred was pitiless enough to continue anyway. And if she meant to do so, she might as well do so in style.

 

“Fair words, Christine Sedai.†Silky smooth as honey, a note no doubt the child had never heard from her before. “Unfortunate for you … a thousand such have been heard in this room and yours are, I fear, nothing special. If only gratitude guaranteed one a place among the Battle Ajah we should soon be brimming with new recruits. Being rather more particular about who we admit, however, your plea is not sufficient to gain acceptance here.†A twist of sheer steel there as an instant’s chill displayed the commanding strength of a voice usually kept restrained. “You stand before us now as a child. Never tested, never proven, you have no more to offer us than dreams. This morning you are refused entrance to the Green Ajah for now and for all time unless you should offer us any reason to keep you.â€

 

Sheer cruelty now, this was enough to destroy most people and that knowledge lay on her like a weight; nevertheless not an instant’s pity did she permit herself nor could she allow such simple sentiment to stay her hand. Her deeds here served to silence any criticism that might rise, not that folk were likely to speak of her as too soft, knowing her reputation … and knowing that this served her own selfish purposes might have stung her if she had let herself care just now. Her words continued as iron, her bearing straight, every inch in command. “You are bound to us now and the Green Ajah does not give up so easily. You may not leave here a free woman; nor will you ever be free of us if we have our way. Over the next months you will be given a place among the lowest of our rank. If you learn well and willingly enough, if you demonstrate the qualities we require from our sisters, perhaps you will be permitted to petition again for acceptance.

 

“This chance is one you have earned by passing the Aes Sedai test. Few will be permitted as you will be to learn from a Banner Captain of many years’ standing; you are being given an opportunity many would swear their lives into servitude for. If there is anything in you which wants the shawl … if there is anything in you which deserves the shawl … let it follow the example set to you by your initiation leader. She has been tasked with preparing you for your second petition, at which, let me warn you now, you will have to pass my scrutiny as you failed it this morning. Jaydena Sedai is your only chance now. If you have any sense you will be as her shadow: discreet, hard working, and obedient in every way. Should you trouble her you will answer to me.â€

 

Narrow grey eyes fixed the new recruit in a cold stare. Many had wept hearing this speech; many had raged and sworn; still others had, on some memorable occasions, gone straight for the speaker’s throat. She did not intend to be permissive of any such behaviour on this occasion. Now more than ever she had to appear entirely in control. A careless gesture sent away the young woman before her; grey eyes like flint never wavering in their gaze. “Jaydena Sedai, you may begin this initiation. Recruit … you are dismissed.â€

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You could have heard a pin drop in that room. No one moved. In fact, other than Sirayn Sedai, no one even dared breath. Christine’s eyes did all the pleading for her, and finally, her Judge, Jury, and Executer spoke. “Fair words, Christine Sedai.†A smile went across Christine’s face. She had done it. Surely she would be accepted.

 

“Unfortunate for you-“ Christine’s heart stopped. Her whole naked, wet body froze, and she shivered, hearing those words. No, after all this time, she could not be denide. After everyone she had hurt, and after all these miles, and all these years, she was just going to be turned down. â€-a thousand such have been heard in this room and yours are, I fear, nothing special. If only gratitude guaranteed one a place among the Battle Ajah we should soon be brimming with new recruits. Being rather more particular about who we admit, however, your plea is not sufficient to gain acceptance here.â€

 

 

A single tear formed at the corner of her eye. She had failed. After everything, she had failed. “You stand before us now as a child. Never tested, never proven, you have no more to offer us than dreams. This morning you are refused entrance to the Green Ajah for now and for all time unless you should offer us any reason to keep you.†She felt her soul leave her body. After being abandoned in the world, she had held one hope, that perhaps she could be an aes sedai. After discovering what the Green Ajah stood for, it was as though her destiny had been set before her. She knew she belonged with them.

 

Every word just seemed to flow right over her. Nothing else really seemed to matter. “You are bound to us now and the Green Ajah does not give up so easily. You may not leave here a free woman; nor will you ever be free of us if we have our way. Over the next months you will be given a place among the lowest of our rank. If you learn well and willingly enough, if you demonstrate the qualities we require from our sisters, perhaps you will be permitted to petition again for acceptance.†Petition? Again? And what, be turned down again? She couldnt dealwith that. She was considerd a sister to others, yet truly, she was just a fraud. Could she do that? No. And she wouldnt. Her life was over.

 

Words flowed over her. She heard something of recruit, then something about Jaydena and Initiation. Her eyes were fixed on Sirayn’s in horror, and she started freaking out. Her heart raced, and she started breathing harder. Hear she stood, naked and alone, and she was denied the one thing she had always wanted. “Jaydena Sedai, you may begin this initiation. Recruit … you are dismissed.â€

 

Recruit her ass... Looking around, Christine didn’t see her clothes, and she wished more than ever right then that she had her sword. She would put the blasted thing to good use. Spotting a knife on Sirayn Sedai’s desk, she walked forward and took it off. Holding it, with the four looking on, wondering who was the girl’s victim, Christine just shook her head, and plunged it into her heart.

 

Slumping onto the floor, she bled out as the world spun around her. Just lying there, she closed her eyes, knowing that she had just been a waste of life and a waste of power.

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Fascinating indeed to watch the effects of her little speech upon her quarry: the widening of her eyes, the rapid pace of her breath, all the small signs of panic … most satisfying to know that her discourse had hit home as intensely as she meant it to. Impressing her own will upon new sisters often too caught up in their own triumph to realise that some measure of deference was still expected of them was often a challenging task but this appeared to have accomplished its goal without difficulty; though her expression remained sternly composed inwardly Sirayn counted this an unqualified success. However, basking in her own approval lasted for all of a minute.

 

Quick as a striking snake the child snatched a dagger from her desk. An instant only she remained still: despite all the stories truly she had never thought for a moment that there was a real danger to her with so many sisters about; incredulous that anyone should dare raise a hand against her in her own office; certain that her own eyes had misled her. Stillness lasted the brief space it took her to recall how easily a fragile system could be damaged by a well aimed knife. That she should even have to imagine that in this place outraged her. Cold fury drenched her like freezing water. Saidar slammed into her, a sister’s best defence, and Sirayn rose to her feet summoning all her wrath about her to stop the child dead in her tracks should she even attempt to use the blade.

 

Her fury did not reach its intended target. Stunned, she watched unbelieving as Christine plunged the blade into her own heart. Blood spilled forth in a gush so richly red it looked surreal and, hands falling loosely away from the scarlet slicked hilt, the child slumped to the ground. Crimson liquid leaked over the smooth polished floor, sank into an elegant carpet, pooled before her desk. Bizarre though this whole situation was, the first thought that occurred to her through a haze of incredulity was that she had been passing fond of that carpet. Children these days were so inconsiderate about where they chose to bleed.

 

“For the love of the Light!†Frustration rang hard as iron in her voice. Had her speech truly been so good it drove young women to kill themselves? How did it reflect on her that somebody had attempted to take their own life during her first raising? Questions chattered away and she dismissed them ruthlessly back into the darkness from whence she had come. “Somebody heal the idiot child.†A careless gesture summoned one of the three Sitters to perform a task; inwardly resenting a fact that none of them needed to point out, that she herself was too feeble in saidar to perform the same task herself. So many parts of her life might have taken a different turn if she had been able to complete that most necessary of weaves … but she had long ago resigned herself to her failings.

 

Grey eyes remained sharp on the smear of red blood and the slowing rise and fall of the Domani child’s breast as breath stilled in her lungs. The healing weave was as quick and efficient as it had ever been. Once the immediate crisis appeared to have been averted Sirayn subsided back into her seat; as near to furious as she permitted herself to be in public. The sheer stupidity of some people both amazed and irritated her. “Are they raising lackwits to the shawl these days? How did dramatic suicide become an Aes Sedai’s first resort under pressure? I trust that your patience is good these days Jaydena Sedai because I can see that mine would not be up to the task of teaching this fool.â€

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They stepped into the office of their leader and the newest Sister followed them into the dark room. Sirayn Sedai sat behind her desk, powerful yet small in stature and scared in more ways than one. Christine made a small shocked sound and her voice came out in a shocked whisper as she spoke the Captain Generals name. Jade smirked and watched the emotions flit across the woman's face. She could well understand that shock, it had been one more blow to her heart when Sirayn had been raised to that Greatsword instead of herself. Sirayn's voice rasped out across the room, “Well, girl, what do you want?†Christine answered in that same quiet and scared sounding voice, “I come to beg acceptance into the Green Ajah.†Jade rolled her eyes at the girl whose eyes were focused on their Ajah Head. Greens did not beg for anything at least not in public in front of their ajah head and sitters. Her mind wandered and she remembered well begging Seia to make her, to love her, and be with her always. She would never beg for anything again, she would never ask for anything from that woman as long as she lived. She refocused in as Sirayn began to respond, “An honourable goal, Christine Sedai. But we do not accept everybody who asks into the Green Ajah. Not everyone is suited for it; not everyone feels the call as we do. Tell us why you come to us for acceptance. Tell us why you want to join the Ajah of Sacrifice … and what you can do for our cause.†Jaydena sighed and knew that the end was coming soon and before long they would have to deal with the anger and drama of yet another woman scorned.

 

Christine began to speak and Jade's mouth almost hit the floor as she heard what the woman had to say. "Sirayn Sedai, my parents were darkfriends. Before I found this out, aye, I disliked all Shadow dwellers, but now, it is a hate with a passion. Whatever I can do to destroy the shadowspawn that torment my family, i will do." Jade couldn't believe that the girl oh yes girl had revealed something like this in front the leaders of her intended ajah. The ajah that was most likely to be peering around it's doors for people lurking in the shadows. Foolish foolish child. "Please, I just want to make the world better. I want to destroy all shadowspawn. I want to fight, with my sisters, against the evil of this land. I want to help in the cause. And I want to do it as a Battle Sister. Whatever the cost, I will pay it to further the cause- even, no, expeccially, if it requires my life. All I ask is that you grant me my wish, and I shall be eternally greatful, and will repay the debt I shall owe to you. Please." Well it was a pretty speech but it would do no good, no matter how pretty the words, every woman in this ajah had gone through the same thing and so would this young one. She folded her hands at her waist and waited for the storm to erupt as Sirayn began to speak. “Fair words, Christine Sedai. Unfortunate for you … a thousand such have been heard in this room and yours are, I fear, nothing special. If only gratitude guaranteed one a place among the Battle Ajah we should soon be brimming with new recruits. Being rather more particular about who we admit, however, your plea is not sufficient to gain acceptance here. You stand before us now as a child. Never tested, never proven, you have no more to offer us than dreams. This morning you are refused entrance to the Green Ajah for now and for all time unless you should offer us any reason to keep you.â€

 

Sirayn continued to speak and Jade began to wish she had ended it with something like, "Hey look here your not a Green, get over, and go to your studies." Instead Sirayn was droning on about something and honestly after all these years Jade was a little of sick of the same thing over and over and the pompous acts of each ajah head that had stood in her place. Finally it was over and Sirayn was silent, she waited for the girl to start screaming. Sirayn turned to her and Jade let her eyes rack the woman's face for one moment as she spoke, “Jaydena Sedai, you may begin this initiation. Recruit … you are dismissed.†Jade stepped forward and was about to walk towards the girl when something strange happened. The woman stepped forward, grabbed the knife off Sirayn's desk. The power came into her just as quickly as she felt it echo in Sirayn behind her and the other Sitters. Instead of the woman making them protect their ajah head, the dagger was plunged into her own heart. As the blood squirted and Christine Sedai slumped to the floor Jade said, "You have got to be kidding me, how in the Light did you pass the final test." She saw the weaves of healing from beside her and then the wound sealed and the only sign that remained was the hole in her dress and the blood everywhere. Behind her Sira spoke, “Are they raising lackwits to the shawl these days? How did dramatic suicide become an Aes Sedai’s first resort under pressure? I trust that your patience is

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Gasping for air, Christine sat up, her chest heaving. The blankets fell from around her, and she realised she was naked in bed. Whatever room this was, it was better than the one she had had as an accepted. And those were not yellow herbs over the doorway, but a green ajah battle sword. She was in her new room.

 

Her stuff was around the room... but she didn’t have much. The few dresses she had brought with her were hung up, as were her training clothes. Her sword was in the corner, and she was alone. Trying to get out of bed, she realised she was too tired to move. Looking down, a scar was just above her left breast, where she had tried to kill herself. Everything came back to her then.

 

She had tried to kill herself, because she wasn’t really a green sister, She had been denied entry into the ajah she had always wanted. And now, she was all alone.

 

Sitting back down, she layed there. She had no idea when someone would be around, and when she would be found to be awake... but more than likely, Sirayn... or, the Captain General, would know. If only someone would come to her... why wasn’t she dead?

 

The door opened, and Christine looked, awaiting the worst.

 

 

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Comming out of Sirayn Sedai's office Corwin was still frustrated. He shouldn't have to be watching after a Green Sister, it was a chore for an Accepted or Novice. As he went down the hall he saw two old rooms that brougt back memories. Eleanor and Calliste's old rooms. Both long gone now...but calliste because of Eleanor. He didn't have any proof that would stand to anyone, but finding the necklace that he knew Calliste never off ripped away...he knew only Eleanor would do that...only she knew the significans of it.

 

Walking into the room, Corwin found the woman awake. Looking at the woman he didn't know what to say. So he waited. Sirayn Sedai told him enough that he wasn't scared of her lashing out with the Power.

 

 

 

 

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A man walked into the room, and Christine's eyes bulged. From the look of his weapon and the way he carried himself, he had to be a tower guard. Pulling the covers up around her, she grabbed onto the power, ready to protect herself. This man had no right to be in her room.

 

"Who are you, and what are you doing here? Take one step closer, and I will toss you out this window." She knew she couldnt though. Just holding onto the power was too much effort... she must have been out for a while. "How long have I been asleep?"

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Corwin doubled over laughing. Then went serious to give an effect. Since he had lost Elle, there seemed to be a danger most people felt when he was gravely serious now. "You are a weak kitten. Don't make threats you can't go through with, it brushes too close to your oath of not lying." Waiting a moment to make sure she knew he wasn't scared of here, even taking a few steps, Corwin added "I was sent to see you healed properly. It seems Sirayn Sedai feels a former Warder would be better then a Novice or Accepted. And you have been out of it for a few days." With that Corwin left to get her some food.

 

 

 

 

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Christine sat in bed, shocked. What in the light? Why would Sirayn Sedai first heal her from the dead, and then send her a man, of all things, to watch over her. Even worse, that blasted woman would know it was torture for Christine to see a man, and not be able to have him... but she was an Aes Sedai now...

 

Shaking her head, she waited there until he returned. A former warder? He must have done something light-awful bad to be unbonded... but Sirayn had a bad enough temper, she wasnt surprised they had been unbonded. But if this man was fool enough to bond her in the first place... and then end up a nursemaid... light, was she in for a treat.

 

He reappeared, and she thanked him. "What is your name, anyways? And how did you end up as my nursemaid?"

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"I am Corwin. I don't know why Sirayn wanted me in here, but she does. Ask her why I was chosen." Taking the food over to her Corwin sat it down. "Now can you eat or do I need to feed you?" Corwin didn't like his duty, but it was his duty nontheless.

 

 

 

 

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In shock, she looked at him. "I will not be treated like a child." Looking at the food, her stomach ached and rumbled. Her hand feebly reached forward, and she clumbsily took the fork and attempted to pick at the rice on her plate. After a few attempts, she leaned forward, trying to eat some. In the end, she just set the fork down and stared at it.

 

He was watching her, and she sighed. "Havent you seen someone week and ill before?" she asked, depising the man. He glanced away, and she just stared at the food, too weak to feed herself. "I am not a child, whether or not I can feed myself."

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Corwin looked away to hide his laugh. The woman was full of pride like every Aes Sedai, especially the Greens. "Pride will be your downfall." With that Corwin turned away and meditated in the corner. Until she would ask his help she could starve.

 

 

 

 

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Her mouth dropped open in shock. He was supposed to take care of her, yet he wouldnt even help her eat. What a man! They were only good in a bed... other than, they might as well be slaves, because they had no bloody heart! Couldnt he see she was pained enough already? No wonder he was unbonded...

 

Sucking up her pride, she called out his name. "Corwin?" he turned and looked at her, and she looked away. "Do you think you could help me?" He walked toward her, and she spoke again. "Could you help me eat?"

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"Well atleast you aren't too stuborn to know when you need to swollow your pride. If your not willing to admit when you need help you'll only get yourself killed...remember that." Corwin then started to help her eat. Perhaps she wasn't completely hopeless.

 

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Struggeling to eat, Christine got a few bites of food down before she started feeling sick. She didnt think her stomach would handle any more food. Shaking her head, she reached her hand out to take the glass of water. He held the glass as she tried to hold it herself, then took a sip before coughing and almost dropping the glass. If he hadnt been holding it, she would have dropped it. Light! she was hopeless.

 

Laying back, she closed her eyes. "Im sorry... I didnt think I was this weak." Only her many years as an accepted allowed her to give an apology... she was used to noting authority, and at this moment, she was kind of in his hands.

 

Opening her eyes, she smiled at him. "Tell me about yourself. If you are going to be taking care of me, I might as well know something about you."

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Corwin started at the girl. She wanted to know about him? That was a privledge not afforded to many. It took a while before Corwin thought of something he wished to tell her. And that while was spent in silance. "I am a blademaster. One that very little in known about in the Yard because I live in the woods." He didn't know how much he trusted this girl. She had obviously messed up really bad to have not been sent to the Yellows. Whatever caused her to deserve this punishment made her a fool.

 

 

 

 

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Christine nodded her head, and sat back, her body a little worn out. Closing her eyes for a moment, she felt the tray of food lifted off her, and she opened her eyes again. Smiling, she opened her eyes at him.

 

"So, Corwin, Bladesmaster, tell me, what am I doing here, and when will i be let go? Or am i supposed to wait and wonder?"

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