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Josanda had only arrived back at the White Tower the night before, traveling in from her homeland in Murandy. It had been a difficult trip this time around, having to bury her father in the grave next to her mother's who had died quite a few years ago. She had brought some coin given to her as a stipend from her Father to pay for the land years ago, now cared for by her older brother. It was also a nice visit. Unlike her, her family had aged and grown, nieces and nephews now married and having kids. It was clear that her siblings kids were not a generation that carried the talent for channeling and it was both a disappointment and a relief. The strangest of an…

8th of Aien, 998 - Winternight **************************** The waves of the Errinin splashed gentled through Tar Valon's southern harbor as the noon day sun ceased its ascent to the mark the days apex. The sun burned brilliantly its rays chasing away the last vestiges of winter and illuminating the shining white spire of the Tower at the city's heart. At this time, on this day as it did only one other time each year the sun seemed to float perfectly overhead and for a moment the shadow of the Tower disappeared. And yet back at the southern harbor a man walked in the Tower's Shadow. Though the sun cast its raidance across his path, he did not walk in the Light. …

Starting over from scratch is never easy but, this was way worse then Calvin had imagined. The trainer picked to work with Calvin and a small group of four others was a burly man with a permanent scowl on his face. The mornings began with rising just before the sun hit the horizon which in itself was a blessing for it was mid summer and the days heat got very oppressive. It started with twenty laps around the Tower grounds followed by a short but hearty breakfast, then the others were sent to work on sword forms, while Calvin worked on building strength. It was his job to feed and water the horses in the stables, each bucket of water and bail of hay did not weight that mu…