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Visar Falmaien

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Teal shivered from a blast of chill wind. He hadn't felt it this cold since. Had he ever felt it this cold? Ebou Dar was always warmer than this, even in mid-winter, and the ocean was never freezing, though the wind could cut through you just like today.

 

He bundled up without success in the tattered rags that were his only earthly possessions, following the pair of much better dressed men to their "farm." Only, he had to cross through some strange doorway to do so, and as a result he had no idea where he was now.

 

It looked sort of like a farm. At least the fields did, some of them with rows of corn, other fields fallow. Yet curiously, in some places, fruit came from trees, some few of which Teal recognized from his homeland of Altara. But how did they bloom when it was so unearthly cold? And it wasn't the right season for fruit and flowers. Wouldn't they have long since lost their leaves, as trees were supposed to do this far north?

 

But for the most part, the "fields", such as they were, appeared barren, some with strange blackened craters strewn about. It looked as if it had been blasted by fire, but how, when there had been nothing to burn?

 

The gateway, the crops out of season, and the blast craters were only some of the first indications that something was seriously wrong here. The air crackled with static, as if lightning were to strike at any time. And in the distance, without a rain cloud in sight, Teal could have sworn he saw lightning bolts come down from the sky. What else could those strange flashes be?

 

Along the way, the men in black told him something he could just barely believe. That he could learn how to channel, and they were taking him to a place where he would be trained. Trained into what? he had asked.

 

A soldier, they replied. An Asha'man for the Dragon Reborn. What was an Asha'man? Teal had asked. They laughed, glancing at each other's collars for some reason unknown to Teal. Maybe they knew some joke about that, but they didn't feel like sharing. He would know soon enough, they said.

 

As they came closer to the "Farm", which increasingly bore no resemblance to any farm Teal had ever seen before, he could see a small village, with people bustling about. There were thatchers on the roofs, blacksmiths at their forges, butchers hacking meat; Teal even saw someone fletching arrows, though none of the predominantly black garbed denizens of the village even glanced at it.

 

Finally they arrived at a much larger building cleared away from the village. The men in black said it was the Citadel.

 

"The Citadel? Of what? This weird farming village is in the middle of nowhere! Why would it need a citadel?" he asked them.

 

They seemed bemused at his response.

 

"This is the Citadel of the Black Tower," one of them said stiffly, proudly, and then made a strange, silly face. "I just wish I didn't smell garlic all the time. . .Do you smell garlic, Pemberly? I know you do you're just not telling me."

 

The other one just rolled his eyes and muttered unintelligibly. Teal would not get a straight answer out of either of them. What on earth was this place? These men were practically insane!

 

"Where does one get food around here?" Teal asked. By the Light and Sea, he was starving!

 

"Food? Food, he says? Why, you channel your food, little soldier," said the first one, cackling at his own joke. The other grinned, but at least pointed out.

 

"You'll need a uniform, first. Go see someone over there about it," he waved his hand dismissively to the Citadel. The two men in black headed off, their job as recruiters clearly done.

 

Confused and bewildered, Teal decided he would go to the Citadel and find out if there was anyone in this place who could give him a straight answer. Close to the entrance, he saw a large tree that didn't look too far out of the ordinary, until he looked closer.

 

On the trees were human heads, some long decomposed from the elements into skulls. A crow had landed on a fresh one, pecking out the eyes. Too shocked to scream or stop walking, Teal practically bumped into the next person he saw, and asked reflexively,

 

"Why. . Uh. . .Where I get a uniform? And food??" he added to the stranger without really noticing who it was. The image of the bloody tree would not shake itself from his mind.

 

-Teal Fletcher,

lost in the madhouse

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Jureal gathered up the last of his belongings and went to meet the Ashaman in the clearing a little ways away from camp.

As he came to the clearing the man who had spoken to him was there with another and they were talking. They didn’t even notice him until he announced he was ready to go to the farm. He did one last check of his belongings as the Ashaman opened a shining slit in the air and on the other end he could see a fenced off area in a field. Jureal loped through the opening and looked around cautiously.

 

Jureal noticed all of the strange things he had only begun to learn about since leaving the three fold land. He saw Apple trees and a variety of different crops growing in the fields. He also noticed the barren fields that looked as though they had the earth tore through by fire or some other force.

 

As the ashaman led him towards the center of what they called the farm they approached a bustling village full of all kinds of people. All kinds of people except my people Jureal thought to himself. As they approached a very large building near the village the man pointed to the building and told jureal to go there and find someone who could direct him to his next person of contact.

As he stood infront of the building looking up at the big doors a short olive skinned man bumped into him. He slowly turned to look at the man as he spoke. "Why. . Uh. . .Where I get a uniform? And food??" The man wasn’t even looking at him. He seemed to be staring back at the tree that he overheard someone call the Traitors Tree.

“I have been wondering the same thing wetlander.” He said to the man and turned his attention back to the building.

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“I have been wondering the same thing wetlander.”

 

Wetlander? Such odd people around here, they seemed to like calling him funny names. While this one wasn't in black garb like the others, he seemed to bear himself like a warrior. He was actually one of the taller people that Teal had ever seen, and that was saying a lot considering all the places he had been to. He considered himself fairly well traveled, and yet, what was it about this man that seemed so foreign and yet somehow so familiar?

 

Teal forced himself to look away from the gruesome tree, observing the strange man instead. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something he should know about him that he was not getting. Why did he feel so confused and bewildered at just about everything in this bloody place? It was as if the environment made him feel out of his right mind, too. The tall stranger seemed content to stare at the building, or Citadel, whatever it was, for the time being.

 

"Well, I suppose we should go in there instead of waiting out here. I don't see how it could possibly be stranger than what I've already seen," Teal said to the stranger, who seemed to agree. They both walked into the open doors of the entrance. There was a black garbed man on watch, but when Teal tried to talk to him, he gestured and yelled unintelligibly in a strange accent.

 

"He must not be able to hear," Teal surmised, disappointed. "Well, inside then?" he glanced askance at his new acquaintance, who nodded.

 

They went inside. The Citadel looked almost like a mansion or palace that, size-wise, might find itself at home on the streets of the better half of Ebou Dar, but it was in a completely different style to be totally, disturbingly alien.

 

"What's your name, by the way?" Teal asked the tall . "I'm Teal Fletcher. I'm originally from Ebou Dar, but I've been around lately, mostly on the ocean. Where are you from?"

 

-Teal Fletcher

somewhat oblivious

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Jureal couldn’t help but like this strange little wetlander. Of all the people he'd met since following the Car'a'carn from the threefold lands this man didn’t seem to treat him any differently than anyone else. He also spoke his mind without twisting words like so many wetlanders he had met before. By first glance you would think he was a poor beggar but Jureal knew this man was capable of doing what was needed if he had to.

 

As they walked inside the man said "What's your name, by the way?" "I'm Teal Fletcher. I'm originally from Ebou Dar, but I've been around lately, mostly on the ocean. Where are you from?"

"My name is Jureal. I come from the Threefold Land. I believe you would call it the waste. I have also been moving around a lot as of late. " Jureal said calmly as he thought to himself. This man must be as nervous as a lizard being stalked by a ridge cat. He couldn’t blame the man everything here was so different from what he was used to and he could see that teal felt the same way.

 

Jureal walked with Teal as they looked around this rather large structure. He shifted his spears and buckler to a more comfortable position. "Where do you think we should go from here? I am not too familiar with holds of this kind." He asked teal as they walked. “This place is so large and they did not give me any idea where to look?”

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"My name is Jureal. I come from the Threefold Land. I believe you would call it the waste. I have also been moving around a lot as of late. "

 

Teal's eyes bulged as the missing piece finally set in. An Aielman? Here, of all places? Where was this place? Was it close to the dragon wall? But that couldn't be, he reasoned after the panic had subsided. The air and temperature felt pretty much the same as where he had been in Andor. An Aielman, in Andor! Wind and waves this place gets stranger by the minute!

 

Teal had heard rumors during his journey back inland about the Dragon Reborn and about a second Aiel War of sorts in the east, but he hadn't taken them seriously. Here was evidence directly in his face, and he didn't know what to make of it.

 

His natural reaction would have been to cower in terror, but after merely flinching and stepping back Teal reconsidered. This Jureal had been nothing but polite and almost friendly, even after Teal had bumped into him! And he hadn't veiled his face, the legendary sign that an Aielman was about to kill.

 

Teal forced himself to relax a little. Still, he could not help but be very wary around this Aielman, and his eyes darted constantly to the man's weapons. It would not do to anger him, but Teal had no earthly clue what might set off an Aielman's temper.

 

They continued to walk down the halls, trying to stop black coats but not succeeding because everyone here seemed in such a rush to get to everything else.

 

"Where do you think we should go from here? I am not too familiar with holds of this kind." Holds? Wondered Teal. Oh, Jureal must have meant the building. "This place is so large and they did not give me any idea where to look?”

 

Teal paused and thought for a minute about where to go.

"When in doubt, go up?" he surmised. In most palaces, the most important people were towards the top. Certainly one of them would know where to find a uniform.

 

And food! Hunger was threatening to make Teal double over with cramps.

 

Finding a staircase, Teal followed the Aielman up some stairs. He continued to feel nervous around the warrior, but Jureal had seemed to be understanding, as he was new here as well.

 

After some frustrating redirecting, Jureal and Teal found themselves in front of a heavy wooden door, an office, a couple floors up. But who's office? Teal had already forgotten the term one of the Soldiers had used. "Soro van Mah hayl?" he completely tripped over the word. What was that, Old Tongue? Teal didn't know any Old Tongue.

 

He stared at the door, frightened into inaction.

 

"You want to knock?" he asked Jureal, bearing his teeth in a gruesome attempt of a brave smile.

 

-Teal Fletcher

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Baran Dholwin strode down one of the earthen roads that wound through the whole of the Farm, his boots crunching the occasional clump of frozen dirt. His foot slipped on a particularly icy patch, and he stumbled a step, almost falling before he righted himself. After a quick shake of his head and a mumble that improving the conditions of the roads would be a fine task for new recruits and Dedicated, he walked on. The reports weren't going to carry themselves, after all. Not that fetching and carrying such things was work for a Dedicated. Especially one so close to being Asha'man. He could feel it, he had felt himself growing stronger recently, though he still wasn't sure he would be able to defeat a full-fledged Asha'man. More a matter of skill than strength, though.

 

Still grumbling, the Cairhienin continued his fast-paced walk towards the Citadel, so wrapped up in his self-important rambling that he was oblivious to most other people on the road.

 

Inside the Citadel he passed more black-coated men, most with the dragon pin glittering on their collars, which only made him more conscious of his own lonely silver sword. He jammed his gnarled hands into his pockets and increased both the speed of his walk and grumbling, only vaguely aware that he had crumpled up the small packet of reports he had been clutching.

 

He would have missed the odd pair of men waiting outside of Arath Faringal's office if they hadn't been in his path as he raised his head to look at the door. He still almost ignored them until he saw something he had not thought to see here in Andor. Indeed, he had not thought to see one in his life.

 

"An Aiel? Here?" His shocked whisper was the only reaction he was aware of, though he was holding Saidin in an instant, the weaves for a ball of fire readying themselves in the back of his mind. Within the Void, Baran took hold of himself and tried to ignore a lifetime of stories about the Aiel, of playing at the Aiel war. Although in their games, Cairhien always defended itself successfully.

 

He approached the pair, his voice cold through the Void. "I would not suggest bothering the Tsorovan'm'hael without a good reason." Though he was forced to look up at the two men, he did his best to appear to be looming over them, not a trick of the Power, more a trick of attitude. At least, as he understood it.

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They were just about to knock on the door when Teal hesitated, hearing someone coming up behind them. They turned around. A man in black was there, appearing as if in thin air.

 

Teal's eyes bulged as he felt the very air around him tense up in some sort of. . .menace was the only word he could think of to describe the feeling. He looked at Jureal, and then at the newcomer, who seeemd to bristle at the presence of an Aiel. But why? What had the Aiel done to merit such a threatening posture?

 

Teal backed up a few steps from the pair, feeling the tension between them and that strange menace feeling amplifying, growing. This could get really dangerous really quick. Either the Aielman might draw his veil, or the Black coat might do something with his Power.

 

"I would not suggest bothering the Tsorovan'm'hael without a good reason," the newer black coat said.

That word again! What in the Light does it mean? Is it some form of rank? Why would you have such a strange, foreign name when captain or commander would do just as fine?

 

Teal's mind raced. There had to be some way of making sure blood was not spilled in the hall. His pulse quickened, but he made himself say something anyway.

 

"We are both new to the Farm," he almost squeaked. The black coat turned to him, and Teal felt the focus of the menace shift slightly, but only slightly, to him. The air reeked with danger and death. Teal gulped, having the vague feeling that something warm was trickling down his legs.

 

"We are new to the Farm," he repeated as his mind and voice raced at the speed of a hummingbird's wings. "Jureal, and I, Teal is my name, sir. We were looking for where to find a black uniform like you wear. And we wish to know where we can find something to eat, sir."

 

Teal breathed out for the first time in minutes, and then embarrassingly noticed with a subtle glance down that he had pissed himself. Even so, the menace did not seem to die down much.

 

"Uh, apologies for taking up your time, sir. You appear to be busy," Teal added as an observation, noticing the crumpled papers that the black coat held in his angry fist. Teal glanced awkwardly to Jureal, wondering what he was thinking. Did either of them notice about his pants? He hoped not!

 

-Teal Fletcher

you scared the piss out of him! LOL

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Jureal and Teal stood looking at the door wondering if they should knock or wait. Jureal was about to knock on the door in front of them as he heard footsteps behind him and a shocked whisper "An Aiel? Here?" The footsteps got closer and as Jureal turned to face this newcomer in all black with a silver sword pin on his collar he spoke "I would not suggest bothering the Tsorovan'm'hael without a good reason."

 

Jureal looked over at Teal and then back to the man in front of him. The man who was ice emotionally tried to loom over them. Jureal knew the state. It was the flame and the void. He had seen plenty of people using this technique since following the Car'a'carn. Jureal wondered if this man wanted to dance the spears him and was tempted to veil himself. He wasnt sure what he should do so he just waited to see what Teal would say. Teal seemed to know these wetlanders ways and this man seemed very uncomfortable with Jureal. So it was probably best if one of his own people handled this.

 

Ever since leaving the three fold lands Jureal had encountered men who thought themselves better than him. He took a defensive stance that so many wetlanders had thought was him just relaxing and readied himself incase this became violent. Jureal had seen what the Ashaman were capable of and if he was to wake from the dream this one wouldn't survive him long.

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Arath nodded to Koras in answer to his goodbye and Koras opened the door. He saw three men standing - one an Aielman, being a Cairhienian his hand wanted to go straight to the sword, but Koras figured quickly that the man was a newcomer who wanted to join the tower. The other man... he couldn't tell straight away of his origin, but he was also new, still wearing civilian clothing. The third was a Ded Koras did not know. Koras shut the door behind him. "Waiting for Attack Leader Arath eh?" Koras said with a smirk. He was not wearing his coat and pins, but he made a face that meant do not mess with me. "I used to love it when newcomers arrived. Let us not bother Arath. I'll show you guys where we eat". He gave the Aiel another gaze that meant one wrong action and your head is off.

 

Koras must have sounded weird dressed up like a civilian, giving orders and all. He wasn't sure the Dedicated would appreciate Koras` tone but he did not really care. He was happy - he was not hung for taking a two year leave without any notice. That was a reason to celebrate with a few nice mugs of ale. "I am Asha'man Koras by the way, and I will do a lot of training to those who need it in the near future" after that - who knows when he will go mad? He laughed to himself suddenly and started walking towards the dining room, hoping the two noobs would follow. He wanted to get acquaintance with the Dedicated as well, but he interested him less in that moment, since he will probably get his Asha'man pin soon, and will not need to be trained. Koras always gathered power through training mentees who followed him blindly afterwards, and he intended to be influential in the tower once more, like in the good ol` days.

 

Koras Sendero,

 

Asha'man.

 

OOC: Okay - a bit cocky but Koras can be like that sometimes. You'll get to know him. Lets start training. I am starting to write a thread that both Teal and Jureal can join. If Baran needs training/sparring we can do it in a different thread. What do you guys say?

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As Jureal noticed that his friend was very nervous he took a calm step forward to shield his new friend. As he did the door behind him opened and a Cairhienian man stepped out. This day was becoming a true test of his dedication to the Car’a’carn. He pulled Teal behind him and as he did he very stealthfully popped the cap off his waterskin. He couldn’t figure out why he looked at teal as one of his first brothers but he was the first wetlander that Jureal met that didn’t treat him like he was a two step.

 

As he started to shift for his veil the newcomer started to speak."Waiting for Attack Leader Arath eh? I used to love it when newcomers arrived. Let us not bother Arath. I'll show you guys where we eat". He gave Jureal a look to try and intimidate him and Jureal smiled slightly.

 

"I am Asha'man Koras by the way, and I will do a lot of training to those who need it in the near future" after that - who knows when he will go mad? He laughed to himself suddenly and started walking towards the dining room. Jureal looked to teal and said “I am very sorry Teal. I seem to have spilled my water on you. I have toh for embarrassing you.” He gave teal a very slight look to let him know he would look after him and then continued. “So what do you think? Should we follow this Tree killer to the Mess hall?”

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A man came out of the office and broke the deadlock of tension finally. Teal could still feel that sense of menace, but it was not as bad. The man was not dressed in black but certainly carried himself like them, with a certain mad gleam in his eye. Another Cairhienin? Teal wondered. And why did the Aiel Jureal seem so angry too? It had something to do with Cairhienins and Aiel not getting along. But what was it? Teal briefly wished he had learned his histories properly. Maybe it had something to do with the Aiel War but what was that all about anyway? He was sure these three men would know.

 

"I am Asha'man Koras by the way, and I will do a lot of training to those who need it in the near future" Asha'man. That name meant something, a rank; he had heard it several times, he was to become one, wasn't he? Maybe a higher rank than the other man? But not as high as that "Arath, Attack Leader" fellow. Teal hadn't even seen a glimpse of the Attack Leader from within the office.

 

And what kind of training did he mean? The "channeling" thing? Using the "One Power" of Aes Sedai and legends? Or some other strange kind of training? Teal's head spun and was starting to hurt.

 

Confused and shaken, but still very hungry, Teal decided to stay close to the protective Jureal, who seemed still on edge, but was the only person close to a friend he had. The men of the Tower all had something horribly wrong with them. There was a mad gleam in some, or something slightly off, but others, there was just a menace coming from them that Teal had never encountered before and it frightened him more than he could understand. It was as if he could sense their aggression directly.

 

Teal glanced nervously at Jureal. The Aiel seemed calm, and nobody had mentioned about Teal's pants, which was a relief. But, had Teal seen Jureal almost draw his veil to kill?

 

“I am very sorry Teal. I seem to have spilled my water on you. I have toh for embarrassing you. So what do you think? Should we follow this Tree killer to the Mess hall?””

 

Teal looked up at Jureal in bewilderment. Spilled his water on him? What did that mean? Teal glanced at his clothing, and other than the wet spot between his trousers, his clothes were dry. And how had Jureal embarrassed him? And what was toh? And yet why did he feel somehow reassured when nothing the Aielman said had made any sense whatsoever?

 

The madness of not knowing what was going on was getting too much for Teal. He finally blurted out to Jureal,

"I think I'll go mad and die right here if I don't get some food and some answers. I can't bloody think!" Koras shot a look back at both of them, but remained enigmatic.

 

"We might as well?" Teal tried, and then he went after Koras to find food.

 

They arrived in the mess hall, and Teal's stomach churned torturously as he smelled all the food. Food! The sense of menace was here too, and he saw warm soup and hot bread and meat being eaten by men in black coats. Koras gestured at them to get in line.

 

Teal leading the way, determined to eat something and not caring if it was poisoned, he picked up a tray and loaded his plate. Odd, he saw as he looked down. None of his food was hot like the others were eating.

 

"Excuse me, but did you run out of hot food?" Teal asked. It was perhaps rude for him to ask for such a luxury, but it didn't seem fair that the others were enjoying it and his food wasn't. Not to mention it was odd.

 

"Channel it yourself," the server laughed back in reply.

 

"Channel it myself. . ." Teal bit his lip in annoyance. His pants itched. It was still food. No reason to pick a fight.

 

He sat down with Jureal after he got his food.

"So Jureal, do you know anymore than I do? All I know is that these men in black coats came, showed me a magic trick, and told me to come with them. I don't know what an Asha'man is. I don't know what a Sorovan. . .whatever is. I don't know how to channel! Do I?. . .I'm so bloody confused! And back in the hall, I could swear the Dark One was about to get me! That's what that felt like. That menace. Did you feel it too?"

 

Panic rose and so did Teal's voice as he shouted at the table. "This is madness! Madness!!" He waved his arms, gesticulating. Some men laughed, others just shook their heads with a roll of their eyes. Apparently they saw this a lot.

 

-Teal Fletcher,

flipping out.

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Jureal walked around the mess and looked at all the different people. There were people from all over here. And they all had on the black coats of men of the tower. I had not thought there were so many of these Asha’man he thought to himself.

 

After gathering up the food that they slopped on his plate he walked over to a table in the corner of the mess hall with Teal. He set his plate down in front of Teal and sat with his back against the wall. If any of these wetlanders were going to cause trouble he wanted to be read to dance the spears. He pulled from his pack some dried meat, bread and cheese that he had packed in case the journey here were to take longer than it did. As he sat eating Teal sat down and begin to look around and between bites he started to speak.

 

"So Jureal, do you know anymore than I do? All I know is that these men in black coats came, showed me a magic trick, and told me to come with them. I don't know what an Asha'man is. I don't know what a Sorovan. . .whatever is. I don't know how to channel! Do I?. . .I'm so bloody confused! And back in the hall, I could swear the Dark One was about to get me! That's what that felt like. That menace. Did you feel it too?" Panic rose and so did Teal's voice as he shouted at the table. "This is madness! Madness!!" He waved his arms, gesticulating. Some men laughed, others just shook their heads with a roll of their eyes. Apparently they saw this a lot.

 

Jureal waited for him to get a little of his composure. “I will tell you what I know Teal.” He leaned forward abit on the tips of his feet and spoke softly. “An Asha’man is a man who can channel the one power. They are the soldiers of the Car’a’carn or as you wetlanders call him The Dragon Reborn. Asha’man means guardian. You wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t channel nor would I. To be honest Teal I’m not even sure I should be here now. I lost great Ji by deciding to come and train as an Ash’a’man rather then head off to the blight. Any man from my people who could channel has run off into the blight to kill as many shadow spawn before they went mad and died. So by deciding to do this I have lost Ji in their eyes.” As he spoke he could see Teals tensions begin to rise again.

 

“As far as the menace you felt between me and those Tree killers. Do not worry I will not do anything to endanger you my friend. But no I didn’t feel the menace.Some day ill tell you why i despise these tree killers. Life is but a dream and we all must wake. I too am confused on a lot that is going on here so we shall learn together and we will learn and we will be the best that we can be.”

 

Jureal clapped on hand on Teals shoulder and smiled. “Besides what’s the worst that will happen? We go mad and kill each other?” Jureal laughed and started to walk for the exit.

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Nobody seemed to take Teal seriously, and so slowly he let his despair dig inside him and settle. He sat at the table glumly while Jureal tried to help him make sense of things.

 

“An Asha’man is a man who can channel the one power. They are the soldiers of the Car’a’carn or as you wetlanders call him The Dragon Reborn. Asha’man means guardian. You wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t channel nor would I. To be honest Teal I’m not even sure I should be here now. I lost great Ji by deciding to come and train as an Ash’a’man rather then head off to the blight. Any man from my people who could channel has run off into the blight to kill as many shadow spawn before they went mad and died. So by deciding to do this I have lost Ji in their eyes.”

 

Teal thought about that. What was Ji again? It seemed like it was something of a code of honor, from what he knew vaguely of the Aiel. Strange, that people most of his life were portrayed as bloodthirsty savages would be obsessed with honor. So an Asha'man was a channeler, and that was what he was going to become. That seemed to connect with that sense of menace Teal felt. Perhaps that had been the men in black coats channeling? He wasn't sure but he was too curious to at least not find out. If he started to go insane, which men were supposedly going to do if they channeled, well, he would figure out that then. Or would he even notice if he were insane? The thought itself was madness, like this whole bloody places was.

 

He felt tense, glancing around him. Everyone in this room could channel, and at any moment one of them might go insane and blow them all to pieces. Or was it not that simple? Why had Teal gotten into all of this? He remembered the flame test with a chill. That was a man channeling. He remembered the strange gateways he passed through. That too must be channeling. The hot food that some of the men were eating, too! He had to eat his cold, but food was food and he couldn't really complain too much. Jureal continued,

 

“As far as the menace you felt between me and those Tree killers. Do not worry I will not do anything to

-endanger you my friend. But no I didn’t feel the menace.Some day ill tell you why i despise these tree killers. Life is but a dream and we all must wake. I too am confused on a lot that is going on here so we shall learn together and we will learn and we will be the best that we can be.”

 

Teal nodded. With his strange new friend, maybe the two of them would get to the bottom of this place and figure it out. And maybe they could either escape or make the best of it. Koras mentioned that they would pick up their black coats soon, and then left the two of them alone to eat and think.

 

"Yes, we will learn," said Teal. "I appreciate you standing by me, Jureal. I will do the same, my friend."

 

They went back to eating, and soon after got their uniforms and were assigned quarters. Training, whatever that entailed, would be the next day.

 

-Teal Fletcher

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