[shadow=red,left]I ran up to the peak of the raised platforn, eyes straining to decipher the scene before me. The Aiel were chanting, chanting something in a foreign language that I did not know. At the center of them was none other than the Dragon, Rand al'Thor.[/shadow]

 

What is going on, I wondered, anxiously gripping the handle of the sword buckled at my waist. Sweat slowly trickled down my forehead, clouding my vision.

The blood of past warriors ran through my veins, but I knew that it was not the time for violence. As I looked into Rand's grey eyes, I knew that it was time. The Last Battle was coming, and I would lead the Aiel out of the Three-Fold Land in order to defeat the Dark One.

But I did not know how I would gain prominence within the ranks of the Aiel- rebels could kill me at any time...