A Broken Heart
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2023 2:02 pm
She strode through the hallways wondering what news her Eyes and Ears would bring today. It was a dull task usually, but the gathering of Tinkers brought in a new flood of reports. Did they really find the Song and what would it mean if they did? She thought to herself. It was not really her concern today and she was sure a Brown would give a long-winded response if asked. These Tinkers, however, seemed to attract a lot of unsavory types and the list of wanted criminals in the city was on the rise. She would parse through the day's reports and see if they offered any additional information on the various pardon requests.
The cold wind blowing through the garden caused her to pause. Her right arm ached slightly, the cold a stiff reminder of her old injury. It was going to snow again, she thought, before pushing down memories of how she obtained the injury and her lost sisters.
A sudden movement caught her eye and a large black rat emerged from the shrubbery. It looked directly in her eye and squeaked loudly at her. The rat disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
A shiver ran up her spine. It had been years since she had been contacted, in fact since the day of her injury. After her sisters Berylla and Birlen had fallen, she tried to move on with her life and forget the Oath she had sworn. She knew what she needed to do but did not know what to expect. The fact that he was coming now after all this time worried her.
She rushed off to her apartments. If he was kept waiting she would likely be punished; she feared punishment already for not contacting the others or reforming the heart. She opened the door, stepped through, and quickly closed it behind her. She embraced the source and began to….
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He picked up the severed head, opened a gateway, and was soon standing on the slopes of Shayol Ghul. His eyes burned with anger--these so-called Aes Sedai knew so little and offered nothing. He turned and looked at the myrddraal with their fists of trollocs.
“Go to the Cold Rocks Hold and recover the stone,” He barked before pausing to give a description of the object. He then finished coldly, “Kill everything in your path.”
He casually tossed the severed head over the horde and shot a weave of air in its direction. The head exploded, showering the horde in brains and blood. The trollocs roared in approval and began their march south.
He turned his attention to the next task: finding the spider and focusing her efforts on a new crop of darkfriends. She had surfaced again he was sure; the large gathering had the marks of her handywork. A needless exercise, he thought, for she needed to be focused in a meaningful way. He would wait for her and catch her in what she believed to be her domain.
The cold wind blowing through the garden caused her to pause. Her right arm ached slightly, the cold a stiff reminder of her old injury. It was going to snow again, she thought, before pushing down memories of how she obtained the injury and her lost sisters.
A sudden movement caught her eye and a large black rat emerged from the shrubbery. It looked directly in her eye and squeaked loudly at her. The rat disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
A shiver ran up her spine. It had been years since she had been contacted, in fact since the day of her injury. After her sisters Berylla and Birlen had fallen, she tried to move on with her life and forget the Oath she had sworn. She knew what she needed to do but did not know what to expect. The fact that he was coming now after all this time worried her.
She rushed off to her apartments. If he was kept waiting she would likely be punished; she feared punishment already for not contacting the others or reforming the heart. She opened the door, stepped through, and quickly closed it behind her. She embraced the source and began to….
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He picked up the severed head, opened a gateway, and was soon standing on the slopes of Shayol Ghul. His eyes burned with anger--these so-called Aes Sedai knew so little and offered nothing. He turned and looked at the myrddraal with their fists of trollocs.
“Go to the Cold Rocks Hold and recover the stone,” He barked before pausing to give a description of the object. He then finished coldly, “Kill everything in your path.”
He casually tossed the severed head over the horde and shot a weave of air in its direction. The head exploded, showering the horde in brains and blood. The trollocs roared in approval and began their march south.
He turned his attention to the next task: finding the spider and focusing her efforts on a new crop of darkfriends. She had surfaced again he was sure; the large gathering had the marks of her handywork. A needless exercise, he thought, for she needed to be focused in a meaningful way. He would wait for her and catch her in what she believed to be her domain.