Ripple Four: Fate
written by Leanna Lisette Damodred, Aedomon al’Cor’vron, Saphire en'Damier, Miahala Sha'hal, Kylara Liselle Damodred, Rakar (NPC), Myshella Zaidh, Tan'qui al'Taya and Drelle Tai’shar

Meanwhile, the interrogation in the Executive Council was interrupted by a messenger from the Caden Ives. After the captain of the guards outside the chamber read the text on the back of the letter, Aedomon Drin'far'ji was let into the round council room. The captain bowed to the four women inside as he entered with him, and directed his eyes to the dark haired woman with the blue eyes. "Honour to serve, Mother," he said reverently. As he straightened, he folded his hands behind his straight back. "I apologise for the interruption. This trainee... Aedomon al'Cor'vron... brings a message from the Gaidin Captain, he was instructed to deliver it to your hands only. Apparently, the importance merits the urgency."

The captain remained by the door, waiting for a command to leave.

Leanna's face never altered once, as the door flew open and the two men entered. The Captain of the Guards and a most surprising Drin'far'ji. She did not know him, but she knew enough to know he was the son of Croi and Aerin. Leanna blinked, pushing old memories away.

Concern crawled up her throat and she nodded her head briefly. "If the message is important then I must know it as once. Come forth, Aedomon al'Cor'vron." she said smoothly.

She glanced quickly and briefly - only her blue eyes moving - at Miahala Sedai and Saphire Sedai.

Rising from his knee where he had dropped, Aedomon pushed the sensation of feeling naked without his dagger from his mind. Searching the room quickly in his perifrial vision, Aedomon rolled the scroll on his hand to bear the captain's signet pressed into the still-warm wax as he once more fell to a knee. Not rising his eyes from the floor, he held the note up towards the Amyrlin. Waiting for her to speak again before moving, Aedomon ran his fingers across the surface of the void.

Saphire still huddled over her clasped hands with her back to the Executive Council windows. Her raven hair was still dishevled from the battle that had raged not an hour past, her eyes still red with brimming tears. She watched the swift proceedings with careful shifts of her eyes. Chin still lowered, her eyes darted between Aedomon Drin'far'ji the Captain of the Guard, and Leanna. Miahala was out of her sight as were the windows from which the sound of an abrupt storm approaching resonated. Saphire dared not look for a glimpse of the One Power's use in that storm, which to her, could only have been artificial. Instead she sat nearly umoving in silence until either Miahala or Leanna spoke to her. It was her best attempt at keeping herself steady against the threat of a terrified wavering voice before the messangers.

The mother is Mia wanted to go comfort Saphire. Yes, the weave was very forbidden and yes it was dangerous... She knew that if Saphire had used it, there must have been no other option in her heart - and Mia had always been a woman of instinct. Unfortunately, speaking with her out of the official state would be far more than inappropriate at that moment... So, she looked to watch Leanna read the drin'far'ji's missive.

Leanna's eyes lingered on the message, the signet of Caden Ives pressed firmly into the wax. She moved slowly, as if she had all the time in the world, and took the envelope from the drin.

"Thank you," she said smoothly. Her eyes didn't leave the man as she broke the seal and pulled out the letter. Her face did not waiver once - but she could feel her insides hardening. It read:

Leanna,

I write to you now as the commander of the unbonded
Gaidin of the Grey Tower.

Dire is our situation, for it has come to my knowledge
that the Shadow's plans stretch further than the mere
death of the Executive Council. Sagone Asha'man might
have been a distraction to keep us from knowing that
the Shadow is mobilizing an army underneath the Claw
Stone - an army meant to strike at the Grey Tower.

We know that the darkfriends we had the opportunity to
question has said that this day will be one of great
reckoning. That is why I fear that the Shadow will
still make its move for the Tower this day. I have
also gathered the knowledge that the tunnels
underneath the Tower stretches as far as the Claw
Stone, which is less than a day's ride away over land.
As a strategist, I know that the best opportunity to
claim the Grey Tower is to have one force come from
behind the battlements, and the other to strike upon
them. It all fits. Yet no shadowspawn army since they
Trolloc Wars will stand the chance to defeat us in the
end, since we have the One Power on our side.
Therefore, I also believe that something else is
underway, underneath these layers of obvious threats.
Eya Sedai of the Green Ajah, and a darkfriend known as
the Dawn of Blood is still behind the battlements. And
as I write this letter, I cannot phantom what they
might do.

I have taken measures to gain more time to twart
whatever is going to happen. I have ordered Croi
Gaidin and Leisha Gaidar to bring a war party of the
Tower Guard to stall the attack which will come over
land. They will need the aid of channelers, yet only a
few. I do not have the authority to order Aes Sedai
and Asha'man to work alongside Croi and Leisha, and
neither do I have the time to seek out those I know
and ask them as their friend. For personally, I will
venture down into the tunnels and seal the path
leading from the Claw Stone. Whatever you could do
with the time my actions will grant you, I do not
know. All I know is that I love you Leanna, and I am
fighting for you in the best possible way I can know.
If I did not leave on this quest, the minions of the
Dark One will strike us from behind.

Croi and Leisha is summoning the Tower Guard and they
will wait for whatever aid you can give them outside
the main gate. Leanna, you must find out what the
Black Ajah and the Dawn of Blood seek to do. Else, it
will all be for naught.

You have my heart and my loyalty, always.

Caden Ives

Leanna turned immediately to Miahala Sedai, Head of the Green Ajah, Head of the Battle Ajah. "Gather your strongest Brothers and Sisters and join the Tower guard and Gaidin by the main gate. Be ready for battle."

Then she turned to Saphire Sedai and nearly sighed heavily. What under the Light should she do with Saphire? She just not justify locking her up, not in their dire hour of need. The woman was strong, and she was needed. "We will finish this later, Saphire. For now, you are needed in this battle as well. Stay with Miahala Sedai."

Then, she turned her head to Aedomon. She could feel Caden Ives very well through her bond, but she was not about to walk all alone through the Tower to get to him. "Take me to Caden Ives," she stated flatly and rose to her feet. "I will fight beside my Warder."

Mia was only in the room long enough to hear Leanna's command before she bowed her head, took Saphire and exited the room. She walked swiftly through the corridors, keeping watch to make sure that Saphire remained in step with her and her gaze weary upon the landscape while her mind chose the one other channeler who would come with them...

When they were a distance away she paused her strides and pulled Saphire back a step, against the wall to say something. "I know what you have done was against Tower Law," She said in a quick, hushed voice, "But right now I don't care. We have something bigger now to see to than Law. You are my strongest Sister to have by my side, for power, strength and experience. I know that you are shaken though, and you must tell me: are you up to this?" She asked with hurried urgency.

"As Mother commanded, I will be." Saphire's voice wavered but her eyes were steady on her closest friend and the Head of her Ajah. She grasped for all of her composure to summon the words. "I will fight by your side. I could not resist it even were I not ordered to."

Saphire needed a deep reassuring breath. I have purpose again! The thought was a dim light of hope. Even if she were to be stilled once this storm passed, she would have one last war to fight. She smiled faintly, in thanks for the opportunity.

She rubbed her moist red eyes with the heel of her right hand. "Where is Sigmund? Where is Caden?" Down the corridor and below several flights of stairs she sensed his location through the bond. In the pit of her gut she felt drawn to the security of her Warder, despite their differing temperaments. Similarly, she wished to see with her own eyes that they were, indeed, alive again. But she began to form that instinct into the strategy of a learned warrior. "It may prove useful to regroup. I do not like the feel of this artificial storm."

Mia just nodded, "We have one more sister I wish to gather in with us to attend this battle." She replied, "Kylara." She turned on her heel and began walking again, "We have very little time, but let us see if we can gather our warders in our short span and then meet with the group going to the Claw Stone." She stated simply as she led them, watchfully, to the Green Halls. She slipped her sense through the bond to touch upon Toseth, to know where he was and that he was all right in the midst of all this now.

For once she was Daeric-less, as she headed down the main hallway in the Green Ajah. She had heard a great deal of what was going on, and had safely deposited her son in the care of a young Accepted with explicit instructions as to hide at all costs if necessary.

Currently, she was looking for her Ajah Head, Miahala Sedai, to get instructions as to the Green's part. She had caught glimpses of what was happening through the Tower windows that faced towards the Warder Halls, and had sensed a great deal of channeling. She was very worried, but had no idea where Firredal, Durent, Saphire, or her mother were.

Then, she heard her name and whirled around. She smiled, glad to see both Miahala Sedai and her sister, Saphire Sedai. "Light be blessed! I've been looking for you."

She listened to the orders, nodded her head and gave a sharp tug at her bond with Kaihan. She preferred to have him with her in this battle, and hoped he wasn't too busy healing others who had already been wounded.

Then she followed Mia and Saphire towards the Claw Stone.

"I will fight beside my Warder." The first words the tall Aielman known as Rakar heard as he stepped through the Gate behind and to the side of the chair that the Amrylin Seat had just vacated. Without pausing, he brought up the staff in his hand and rapped it smartly against her skull, effectively knocking her out. As she dropped, he reached out an arm, and grabbed her with a bit of help from a Weave of Air to lighten her, then pulled her back through the Gate behind him. He cursed fluently as the young drin before her leaped through the Gate seconds before it closed, but there was nothing he could do. Laying the prone woman on the ground out of reach of the foolish boy, he whipped his scarf up around his face, enclosing the lower half in the black fabric and met the eyes of the drin, "Come and fight me. Prove your worth." The stood in a currently deserted hallway between the Novice and Soldiers halls. On the high walls there were tapestries, some unraveling at the bottom, and some on the floor from where they had fallen many years ago, their poles sticking haphazardly out of them. Just around the corner was the hidden room where Leanna would be kept until the Dawn was ready for her. Rakar had no doubts that the knocking he gave the woman would keep her out long enough for him to deal with the foolish drin and then some.

Dropping into low guard as he landed in the hall, Aedomon wrapped himself quickly into the void. Years of training with his father had given him that much, even if his weapons where elsewhere in the tower. Spying the tapestries out of the corner of his eye, Aedomon rose quickly into Cat on Hot Sand, making his way close enough to grab a haphazard pole. Pulling it out quickly, he spun it in a sharp circle over his head, allowing it to pass around his arm until it rested along his forearm, trailing up along his tricep across the back of his shoulder. Raising to the balls of his feet, Aedomon raised his free hand infront of himself, his thumb arched to the side, his smaller two fingers curled down against his palm. Stepping quickly and sharply towards the Aielman, Aedomon spun quickly, twisting his make-shift staff around like a club at the Aielman's head, dropping low and continuing his spin, sliding his hands into a standard grip, lunging forward into The Wave Breaks on Rocks.

With a silent oath, Rakar barely brought up his staff in time to block the blow, using the top of his staff to block, then brought up the bottom in an aim straight for the drin's groin. I can't waste any more time with this boy. I need to get the Amrylin to a safe place. Dark eyes taunted the drin as they parried and looked for weaknesses. Tiring of using only physical fighting, Rakar touched the One Power and caused the drin's feet to stick to the ground long enough to force him to go on the defensive against Rakar's sudden flurry of attacks.

Matching the Aielman's parries with his own, Aedomon watched for an opening. Feeling his feet stick to the ground as he went to shift his footing, Aedomon swore through the void. This is no ordinary Aielman... nothing short of the One Power could still my feet such... Pulling his parry back short as the Aeilman brought his staff up, Aedomon twisted his wrists, shooting the butt of his staff out in a thrust. Catching it at the end, moving his wrists to bring it around above his head, Aedomon brought the staff around hard at the man; Caden would have his head if he failed to protect Leanna Sedai.

Rakar swore softly in a voice rather feminine to be 'his.' The blow swung at him landed square in the ribs, sideways. But it left the young Drin open to attack. Tiring of wasting time, Rakar tied up the boy, well, man, in a very solid, very real, Thread of Earth, and lifted him into the air. Bringing him close, Rakar sighed, "I'm sorry, but you'll only cause more trouble for me if I let you go right now." His voice was quiet, soft, almost like husky female's voice. Rakar brought the end of his staff down hard enough against the temple of the drin's head to knock him out for a while.

Leaving him bound, and unconcious, Rakar tied off the thread that left him hanging, and turned back to the sill Ammy. Checking to be sure the woman was still out, he hefted the woman onto his shoulder, again with the help of a thread of Air.

~*~*~*~*~*

Forcing a heavy drought of forkroot down the woman's throat, Drelle sighed, and turned back to the small mirror hanging in midair. She was tired from the fight with the drin, and use of the Power, but still strong enough to handle the woman should she become unmanageable. Her eyes reflected back at her, the colored disks gone, and the makeup wiped away. The costume had long since been disposed of, to be replaced with a dark tunic, and trews. A cloak lay over a chair next to the bed. Drelle would need that to cover herself, and use the shadow. It wouldn't do for the ammy to recognize her.

After a time, the woman woke, and searched the room before coming to rest on Drelle. In the same voice she had used to become Rakar, and laced lightly in sarcasm, she asked, "Sleep well?" She stood in the shadow, much as the Dawn had, with the light streaming over just her throat and shoulders, her face cloaked in darkness.

Myshella was walking down the long corridors of the Indigo Ajah Halls. The rain was poring down outside, hitting the windows with loud thuds. This particular part of the Tower was seldom used, old and deserted, and had hence become a small haven for her. The strange events that had been happening in the Tower all through the day had made her seek solitude in these hallways once again.

Turning a corner she suddenly stood face to face with another person. A tall, blonde man was hanging, she couldn't find a better word than that, in the middle of the hall, unconcious. Obviously someone had done this with saidin, since she couldn't see any weaves. Opening herself up to saidar, she very carefully released him from his bonds. It took a while though, since she couldn't actually see anything, but soon he was free.

He had a big purple bruise at his temple. Healing wasn't anything Myshella was very good at, but after having tried a couple of times the man woke up.

"What happened to you?" she asked slowly with a hint of terror in her voice. Something was very wrong here.

Tan'qui strode through many hallways, already feeling kinda lost, when he saw a strange sight passing by. A tall Aielman strode turned a corner in front of him, and moved away. But that wasn't the strangest part. The aiel was carrying a woman on his shoulders, and somehow the woman seemed familiar. Tan'qui decided to follow him, as uietly as he could. Whoever the man was, he sure had some skills to be able to kidnap an Aes Sedai like that. At least, he suspected the Aes Sedai was kidnapped, for why else would she be carried like a bag of grain?

As the man found himself shelter in a probably long forgotten small room, he heard him lock it. Silence won't be there if I blow the door he guessed, so he inspected the lock. One of the other Soldiers once told him a little about lockpicking, and Tan tried his best to silently do as the Soldier told. But after what seemed like hours, though it probably wasn't more than half an hour, he gave up. This isn't going to work. Let's do it the hard way then! he pnce again thought.

He stepped back, and prepared a weave of Earth that would blow the door flat down...

In the silence of the room, Drelle heard the lockpicking attempt just moments before the Amrylin answered. A child could have heard it. Whoever had seen and followed her was trying to break in, and now knew that someone was being held in here. She thanked her good sense that stopped her from using an Illusion, but rather, makeup. With an irritated flash, she threw up a Ward around the room that would prevent anyone eavesdropping on her and the Ammy, as well as a Sheild at the door to stall anyone who might try to break in with the Power, then tied each of them off carefully. The Ward was a powerful one, using all five elements that constantly swirled around each other, and absorbed Power thrown at it. It wouldn't protect much against a physical attack, but it should do for now. If things got too rough outside, if the one following her got too much attention, she would have to Gate out. Blasted fool...

Leanna moaned and groaned as she slowly awoke from a deep slumber. She felt groggy, and her numbness filled her limbs. With great effort, she managed to boost herself into a sitting position. Darkness shrouded her vision, and she squinted, attempting to see. After surverying the room, her eyes settled on a dark, cloaked figure.

She frowned deeply, as memories started to surface. She couldn't focus. Caden was dead. NO! She checked the bond, and sighed heavily with relief upon finding him. But, not all was well. Then it all came rushing down upon her. The Warder Halls in flames, Saphire using Balefire, the deaths of so many trainees. She had stood in front of Aedomon. She was . . . what had happened?

"Sleep well?" came a sarcastic voice.

Anger swelled up inside of her, and she went to reach for the Source, only it wasn't there! Panic flooded every inch of her being as she clawed desparately to seize the Source, but to no avail. Bitterness swelled in her mouth, and she nearly spat. Forkroot.

Leanna snarled at the cloaked figure, but she did not hear the lock-picking and sat back, surprised at the wards that flung up so suddenly. Her head started to pound, and she wanted to lie down and go to sleep again. She refused to answer her captor, but refused to remove her eyes from the figure as well.

Instead, she focused on the True Source. She had to be able to grasp it at some point.

Drelle smiled at the Amrylin Seat as the woman's lips tightened determinedly, "Be silent all you want. There's enough forkroot in your system to keep you under control for at least five or six more hours. I do hope it doesn't kill you. That would be unfortunate." A sliver of conscience floated up to hover in her mind, and brutally Drelle squashed it('squash' being the highly technical term for dealing with ugly, inconvinient things!). She had to stay on task if Oberon was to die. Oberon had to die.. even if it took her life as well.. That kind of evil couldn't be permitted to roam the earth, taking more innocents like she had once surely been.

Leanna swallowed hard, steeling herself to keep her wits about herself. Maintaining the Aes Sedai calm was stretching her abilities in this crisis. A large part of her wanted to simple crumble and weep, but her sheer will power would not allow herself to crack in front of the enemy. She had too much pride for that.

She very nearly balked upon hearing the amount of forkroot that had been stuffed into her system, and she realized she would have to fight all the harder to stay awake. She tugged desparately at the bond, all but screaming at Caden Ives. No doubt he could feel her overwhemling anguish and fear.

She had been kidnapped before. Every time she barely escaped. She was lucky to even be alive. She tried to calm herself in her mind, promising herself that Caden would never let anything happen to her, but fear had more than manifested itself. She didn't dare move, afraid of shaking openly. The tighter and more still she sat, the more proud and defiant she would look. More confident, even.

After a long silence, Leanna finally spoke. She came to the conclusion that channeling was certainly out of the question, but perhaps she could get the cloaked figure to talk enough to reveal who they were, or anything else in the plans.

"What do you want?" she asked icily and softly. Her blue eyes were still sealed on the figure.

Drelle smiled softly, her heart foolishly warming to this brave woman that she'd never met. The way she sat there, even tied up, all regal in her icy coolness. THere was fear, but it was faint, and hidden well. Drelle only found it by looking long and hard. Knowing what this woman's fate was to be made Drelle feel pity for her. Pity for the woman with the brave eyes, and the strong Warder, neither of which would survive the night. Much like Drelle herself, "My master sends his regards." Her voice was cool, whispering softly over the woman's skin like a smooth, soft silk. A voice that whispered of dark secrets and darker passion. A voice that had a strange sense of loss, of loneliness and despair that only someone looking for could have found.

Leanna could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Tears threatened to expose her calm demeanour, but she would never let them surface. She was the Amyrlin Seat. She had been Aes Sedai for years upon years now, and had managed to get herself out of worse situations. She sniffed as her captor spoke.

"My master sends his regards."

Leanna raised her chin in defiance. The voice was cool and soft, and it nearly made her shudder. It was like ice. "May your Master suffer for his sins." she replied, anger slating her own voice. "You will not win this battle."

Confidence filled her voice, but her heart was weak in faith. "Why do you follow such a master?" she asked levelly.

Against her will, Drelle was forced to like this woman. This woman with the bravely scared eyes who refused to back down in the face of near certain downfall. She fel she owed the woman at least a bit of actual conversation before the Dawn returned, "It matters not which path I follow now. Just as there is no hope left for the Tower, there is none left for me." She remembered the tenderness that lay weak in the eyes of the Dawn, the last shred of humanity in him. She had seen it, she knew what it was. She would bring him back to life, if not to the Light, for the Light had forsaken them both. She leaned forward, into the light of the lone window, and let it cast its brightness upon her brow, allowing the Amrylin to see her captor. An innocent enough young face until you looked into the quicksilver eyes. It was like staring into a mirror, seeing only yourself as a reflection in those silvery orbs. The pale skin was sharply accentuated by wide, full lips naturally colored a dark rose. Silver hair framed the face, giving an almost pixie look to it all. Etched deeply into the silver orbs were ever widening bands of white, as if the silver was slowly being swallowed by white. Soon, hours now, and there would be no silver, but white, and the Drelle that came to the Tower would be gone, replaced by something darker. Only a few more hours until its too late. Hopefully Oberon got the summonses, and I can kill him before I'm lost..

Quietly, she whispered, "Its already too late.."

Leanna's face darkened greatly as the woman stepped in the Light. Fear swelled up intensely. What was to happen next? Why was she stepping in the light? Did she mean to try and kill her right then?

She swallowed hard, sweat suddenly breaking out on her face, beads sliding down the sides of her face. She held her chin high, her breathing speeding up just slightly, Her fingers curled into tight fists, but the forkroot weighed her down. She felt heavy.

"Stay away from me," she hissed.

Drelle started to say something, then heard a muted boom on the other side of her Ward. She turned and frowned, and it came again, only louder and she felt the Ward slip. With a curse, she launched herself at the Amrylin, covering the woman's body with her own, "Duck, you fool!" The door exploded inward, bits of wood and debris flying everywhere. A sharp pain caught Drelle in the side. Ignoring it, she looked down at the woman beneath her, "Stay where you are, or I will kill you. Do not doubt my word." Her eyes hard, she looked back at side. A long piece of wood projected into her, luckily missing any vital organs, as far as she could tell. At the door stood Tan, shaking in righteous fury, and exertion of having forced such a strong Ward to break like that. With a wrench that hurt like the blazes, Drelle yanked out the chuck of wood embedded in her side, and stood, facing Tan'qui. As much as it hurt, she had to block the pain of the wound, and focus on what was at hand. She spared a glance down to Leanna, "When the blows start flying, run like hell, or you'll get caught in the crosshairs."

She didn't understand why she was going to let the woman go, but knew the Dawn would indeed kill her for it. She could lie to save her own hide, she knew, but there would be no point in the lie. She looked back up at Tan, and called out, "Now that you've found me, what are you going to do with me?" She stepped away from the Amyrlin, who lay on the ground on the opposite side of the bed, where Drelle had knocked her over to keep from getting hit by the debris.

Frustrated by his bad luck at lockpicking, he readied himself and wove a weave to blow the door out. The door shaked, he could clearly hear the boom, but it didn't move any further. Getting more frustrated, he tried harder. This time he felt something, something holding him back. A ward or something! The thought flew through his mind, but he didn 't have time to care about it. Angry, he gathered twice as much Saidin, and tried again. This time, the door flew inside indeed, and Tan'qui entered, his sword ready, though the ward showed him that the Aiel he followed was a channeler.

Much to his surprise, there was no Aiel. Only two women, one of them being the one looking vaguely familiar, but he didn't have time for her. He shifted his attention to the other women. Drelle! he thought. He felt fury filling him. She had shifted sides, no chance about that. But still, he had to be sure, for what had happened between them. He could not go and kill her without it.

"You have gone too far now, Drelle," he said, his voice as cold as he could get it despite his anger. "Kidnapping other members of the Tower. Enleauging yourself with the evil this Tower. I suppose you have no explanation, so I'll have to ask you to surrender." With all his bravery, all his power, all his anger, he couldn't make the first attack. He *knew* she had changed, he saw, or rather felt, it as soon as he saw her. But he waited for her to start it.

Silently, he prepared himself. A ward of Earth around his body against physical attacks, and he kept some extra to knock her out.

Drelle met his eyes, his cold angry eyes, unflinchingly. For a moment, she just stared, then approached him with her hands loose at her sides. Her voice was cold as death, "There is no discounting that I will most likely die this day. Either by your hand or His, I will die." She trembled faintly, then let loose a gust of Air that would send him flying against the wall, with just enough Earth to give it a punch. Her quicksilver eyes betrayed nothing, but caught the faint movement of the woman slightly behind and to the left of her, inching toward the door. Run, idiot! Unless you want to get caught in the crossfire of this..

A punch in his stomach, and the next thing he noticed was the strange way she seemed to be further away. He found that it was, in fact, *he* who was further away when he fell down, his back scraping against the wall. He suppressed a groan, and prepared himself to counterattack. He wove some threads of Earth for a destructive Earthquake, but for some reason, he couldn't. He couldn't attack Drelle. He couldn't, because she was a woman. Something, his soul maybe, kept holding him back. Every time he was on the edge of firing, he heard his father's voice again, like that time with Ryk.

When he found this out, he managed, though barely, to keep his face rocklike. He stepped back forward again, until he reached the same spot as before. If any, the only thing he showed was more anger. "It ain't to late, Drelle. Come back. Come back, and I'll make sure you have a fair trial. Come back, there's more than one way to fight Oberon. You don't have to die."

Leanna fled, and her thread in the Pattern can be followed in Ripple Four: The Messenger

To follow the fight between Tan'qui and Drelle, you go Chapter Five, Ripple Three: Decisions

Chapter Four: The Shadow Unleashed
~Ripple One: To the Claw Stone
~Ripple Two: Chance
~Ripple Three: Continued Hearing
~Ripple Four: Fate
~Ripple Five: Death in my Wake
~Ripple Six: True Purposes
~Ripple Seven: The Wait and the Pain
~Ripple Eight: Darkness
~The Final Ripple

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