#xylofic
WOT FIC: A Sword-Arm and Confidant (Moiraine, Lan, 1.4k)
A Sword-Arm and Confidant: Moiraine, Lan, their friendship, and the aftermath of 1x08
(spoilers for the entire season)
“It’scuendillar,” Moiraine explained.
Lan took the white fragment from Moiraine’s hand. He said, “I thought heartstone couldn’t be scratched,” and lifted it toward the faint dregs of morning light reaching into the Eye. It almost seemed to shine. “That nothing—not even the One Power—could break it.”
“So did I.”
“What does it mean?”
Moiraine looked at the ruined mosaic on the floor. It was the ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai, though the people of this Age separated it into the White Flame and the Dragonfang. Created from a substance believed indestructible, it had lain untouched at the Eye for three thousand years. Now, it was blistered and cracked from the sheer force of Rand’s power.
It should have been impossible. Perhaps Rand was impossible.
“That this wasn’t the Last Battle,” Moiraine confessed. She had miscalculated somewhere, misread the evidence she had so carefully compiled over the last twenty years. “I fear it was the first.”
WOT FIC: A Sword-Arm and Confidant (Moiraine, Lan, 1.4k)
A Sword-Arm and Confidant: Moiraine, Lan, their friendship, and the aftermath of 1x08
(spoilers for the entire season)
“It’scuendillar,” Moiraine explained.
Lan took the white fragment from Moiraine’s hand. He said, “I thought heartstone couldn’t be scratched,” and lifted it toward the faint dregs of morning light reaching into the Eye. It almost seemed to shine. “That nothing—not even the One Power—could break it.”
“So did I.”
“What does it mean?”
Moiraine looked at the ruined mosaic on the floor. It was the ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai, though the people of this Age separated it into the White Flame and the Dragonfang. Created from a substance believed indestructible, it had lain untouched at the Eye for three thousand years. Now, it was blistered and cracked from the sheer force of Rand’s power.
It should have been impossible. Perhaps Rand was impossible.
“That this wasn’t the Last Battle,” Moiraine confessed. She had miscalculated somewhere, misread the evidence she had so carefully compiled over the last twenty years. “I fear it was the first.”
WOT FIC: A Sword-Arm and Confidant (Moiraine, Lan, 1.4k)
A Sword-Arm and Confidant: Moiraine, Lan, their friendship, and the aftermath of 1x08
(spoilers for the entire season)
“It’scuendillar,” Moiraine explained.
Lan took the white fragment from Moiraine’s hand. He said, “I thought heartstone couldn’t be scratched,” and lifted it toward the faint dregs of morning light reaching into the Eye. It almost seemed to shine. “That nothing—not even the One Power—could break it.”
“So did I.”
“What does it mean?”
Moiraine looked at the ruined mosaic on the floor. It was the ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai, though the people of this Age separated it into the White Flame and the Dragonfang. Created from a substance believed indestructible, it had lain untouched at the Eye for three thousand years. Now, it was blistered and cracked from the sheer force of Rand’s power.
It should have been impossible. Perhaps Rand was impossible.
“That this wasn’t the Last Battle,” Moiraine confessed. She had miscalculated somewhere, misread the evidence she had so carefully compiled over the last twenty years. “I fear it was the first.”
WOT FIC: Snow and Blood (Something Impossible) [Rand, Moiraine, 1.4k)
Snow and Blood (Something Impossible): Rand, Moiraine, gen
(A missing conversation from 1x07; spoilers for the show thus far)
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Rand paused outside Moiraine’s door.
For the tenth time—or perhaps the twentieth, the fiftieth—he considered running away from all of this. If he found a horse, he could be leagues from Fal Dara before sunrise. Whatever the voices said, there had to be somewhere he could go, somewhere without cities or people or Aes Sedai. The thought of leaving Egwene had his stomach in knots, but the Eye would be dangerous. He was dangerous.
He’d seen a map of the Westlands once, stacked among the books on Padan Fain’s cart. There had been so many blank spaces, places he could hide until—
Until the dreams came again, or a Fade found him as he slept. Until another Darkfriend tried to put a knife between his ribs.
Or until I go mad.
WOT FIC: Snow and Blood (Something Impossible) [Rand, Moiraine, 1.4k)
Snow and Blood (Something Impossible): Rand, Moiraine, gen
(A missing conversation from 1x07; spoilers for the show thus far)
–
Rand paused outside Moiraine’s door.
For the tenth time—or perhaps the twentieth, the fiftieth—he considered running away from all of this. If he found a horse, he could be leagues from Fal Dara before sunrise. Whatever the voices said, there had to be somewhere he could go, somewhere without cities or people or Aes Sedai. The thought of leaving Egwene had his stomach in knots, but the Eye would be dangerous. He was dangerous.
He’d seen a map of the Westlands once, stacked among the books on Padan Fain’s cart. There had been so many blank spaces, places he could hide until—
Until the dreams came again, or a Fade found him as he slept. Until another Darkfriend tried to put a knife between his ribs.
Or until I go mad.
WOT FIC: Snow and Blood (Something Impossible) [Rand, Moiraine, 1.4k)
Snow and Blood (Something Impossible): Rand, Moiraine, gen
(A missing conversation from 1x07; spoilers for the show thus far)
–
Rand paused outside Moiraine’s door.
For the tenth time—or perhaps the twentieth, the fiftieth—he considered running away from all of this. If he found a horse, he could be leagues from Fal Dara before sunrise. Whatever the voices said, there had to be somewhere he could go, somewhere without cities or people or Aes Sedai. The thought of leaving Egwene had his stomach in knots, but the Eye would be dangerous. He was dangerous.
He’d seen a map of the Westlands once, stacked among the books on Padan Fain’s cart. There had been so many blank spaces, places he could hide until—
Until the dreams came again, or a Fade found him as he slept. Until another Darkfriend tried to put a knife between his ribs.
Or until I go mad.
