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Morad's Raising The First Arch Morad walked into the arch and was engulfed by a blinding light, brighter than the sun and noon and woke up in a bed strangely familiar to him. It was in Cairhien right after his Old Master died mysteriously. He got up and put on some clothes and grabbed his arm in a jolt of pain, a large, long scar ran down the length of it 'be steadfast, the way will come but once' He didn't know where that came from but he ignored it for now. He pulled on some clothes painfullt slow and walked out to his job to kill a nobleman competing for lordship against his current employer. Walking along the road he sees a man in a Black Coat and realises hes a Asha'man, Morad pulled his hood up futher and carried on without looking at him again, no use in looking like a Assassain is there he thought to himself. As he just walked past the Asha'man he was wracked with a flurry of seizures, collapsing on the ground his muscles tensed and he shook violently for what seemed an eternity. When his eyes opened the man in the Black Coat was over him touching his forehead, it seemed that he had a glow around him but it must have been his imagination. The Asha'man said "You have the spark inborn and you must come with me to the Tower, it would really be the best thing for you." 'Be steadfast...' he pushed it away and turned a cold stare at the Asha'man "I will do no such thing, leave me please and I will make my own way there if I please." The Man nodded and walked away seemingly not caring. Morad looked after him and followed him quietly. It was becoming noon and the Asha'man had made his way to a run down old house in the slums of Cairhien 'What would he be doing here' he thought curiously. The Asha'man entered the house and Morad jumped up to the window and watched as the man uttered words that in Morads mind condemned him to a immediate death sentence. "Hello, Praise the Dark one and his glorious return.." 'Be steadfast. The way back comes..' no time he thought as the Asha'man walked into the room next to Morads window. "Dammit.." he utttered quietly and entered through the window and peeked around the door to see a sight that shook Morad to the core, his Dad was tied to a Chair and the Black Asha'man was doing.... something to him to hurt him really bad. Morad swore under his breath as his Dad caught sight of his head at the door "MORAD??? is that you? RUN BOY!!!". A silver arch appeared in the room where Morad had entered and somehow he knew had had to go to that arch... but how could he leave his father. Sure he was a bully and abuser but he was flesh and blood "ARGHH!!! LIGHT HELP ME!!" he heard in the room next to him. With tears streaking his eyes he turned heel and walked over to the arch and said "I'm sorry Father, I could have been a better son..." and strode into the light hearing the insane screams of his father being tortured and killed right in the next room, he strode in the light just as thr Asha'man threw a fireball at his head. Light consumed him and he was picked apart by the light for what seemed an eternity, suddenly he crashed on the cold stone floor and wipes his eyes "how can people be so cruel.." he said "how could I have been so cruel." The Second Arch Morad walked into the arch not knowing what to expect, surely it couldn't be as bad as the last one, light leaving his Dad to die in the hands of a Black. The blinding light came once more and picked him apart bit by bit until he was walking in the halls of the Grey Tower with a cord on his shoulder, He was a Asha'man! this couldn't get better. As he was getting used to the idea of being an Asha'man a Dedicated came up to him and asked him whether he was free for a lesson on the Blight. "Oh of course... Dedicated." He said not knowing his name. "Lets go to the classroom right now shall we?" Morad said with a grin on his face. "Classroom? excuse me but weren't we going to the Blight itself, please Morad Asha'man" he liked the sound of that but the Dedicated continued "You have been teaching me for three years on the Blight and said that today was the day you would take me there." Morad was stumped but complied with his wishes he always kept his promises to Dedicated to M'Hael alike. Morad wove a gateway right there and then to get it over and done with then. As they stepped through the oppressive heat and humidity hit them almost immdealtely. "Okay what would you like to do here? i'm afraid we won't be hunting any thing as a dozen Channelers would be needed to make any sort of dent in the Blight probably more." the young Dedicated thought for a second and said "could we at least go looking for a stick I would like to see one of them an...." A reedy howl in the distance silenced him. 'Be steadfast. The wa..' he pushed it away alomost immedeately he needed to think here. "Okay what have I told you about Worms?" he asked the Dedicated quickly "You have to indimidate them or chop them to pieces otherwise they will keep coming." "Thats right" he said as the howls got closer and closer. Suddenly out of the fog a sword seemed to grow out of the Dedicated chest. He was still alive but fading quickly, the sword belonged to a Myrdraal, one with a scar on its maggot white face. 'Be stead.' "Nooo!!" he screamed as he seized saidin and ripped of the Myrdraal's head and limbs, the howls grew ever closer and the Dedicated was fading quickly he had to get him back to the Tower he still may have a chance he thought. "Its my bloody fault hes out here, he should ahve never come. The howls were almost upon them he could almost smell the Worms it seemed they had gained about six on their trail. He was about to weave a gateway back to the Grey Tower when a bright arch appeared out of the fog, no not yet he said hes my responsibility and I have to get him back. The first Worm jumped into the clearing "Die!!" he screamed as he walked towards the arch with shame in his heart, He fired of Razorwire at the Worm leaving it in pieces. "Goodbye Dedicated" he said as the second Worm came into view and started at the Dedicated with what looked like a evil smile on its twisted face. "Oh Light!! HELP MEEEE!!!" the last words were before he entered the light and wiped a tear from his eye. He didn't crash this time but stood and stared out into the distance behind the Asha'man and didn't say a word. The Third Arch Morad didn't wait a second before entering the final arch. The light engulfed him and he walked out into a fog so dense he could not see his hands when he looked down at them. "The blight again?" the muttered to himself. "Lord Morad Asha'man?" a voice said behind him he turned around surprised he thought he was the only one here. "Ahh yes man?" he replied "There are one hundred thousand men here waiting for your orders, oh and one hunderd channelerd female and male of course, just like you said." Morad nodded in the fog and said to reassure himself "Now Soldier, what is our mission on this day?" "why to break the blight and to give the Lord Dragon a better chance at Tar'mon Gaidin of course." he said with a sure look. Morad walked ahead leading the army behind him until the fog dimmed a bit. "okay men and woman" he said amplifing his voice with fire and air "The attack will commence shortly until now you have been kept in the dark about the tactics as the M'Hael wished so, but now I will tell you. Columns of ten thousand will ride through the blight with ten channelers each riding through and killing every thing in the path to Shayol Ghul. We then come back together and set a perimeter around the edge of thankan'dar, BUT! I dont need to remind any of you that you make no moves towards Shayol Ghul or else, they probly have defences better than most of the citadel can muster. We then wait ther until word from the M'Hael or the Dragon himself. Now Split into columns and advance!!!" Morad rode through the Blight with ten thousand men behind him firing bows and hacking at anything and the channelers fireing balls of fire and his famous weave Razorwire into the trees. The fight went on for days before 'Be steadfast. the way back will come but once' came. Morad walked out of his tent the fog had lifed a bit and he could see men from a distance of a hundred yards. His under lieutenant came over and said the blight is about to break sir one final push before the valley of Thakan'dar can be taken!" Morad lit up "that is great news, soldier this is a great day for all the world." Morad stood at the head of the column which had been whitled down to a mere two hundred men, his lieutenant was a Darkfriend and the false info had led him into a trap of worms and darkhounds this was surely the darkest day in his life from being a assassain to being a General to the M'Hael. He looked up suddenly a hundred dark shapes were massing in the forest which only his saidin enhanced eyes could see. "Darkhounds" he uttered the words like a curse. "Okay every one you have fought like demons every single one of you the Traitor has been doubt with but I ask one final fight of you, the final fight..." the arch appeared. No not yet anything but now this was a moment in life where he could never forgive himself. He walked over to the arch as the Darkhounds leapt out of the trees and started to tear apart what was left of his men. The terrified screams of the men being killed was too much. He turned back almost at the arch and balefired everything in his sight channeling until the moment his back hit the light he screamed a terrible scream and...... Staggered out to the room cursing everyone around him until he saw the M'Hael standing there. He looked into his eyes and said "why?" |
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