yep a fan fic so far if any one has ideas plz reply

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The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Forth Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose around the big settlement of White Bridge. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning. The wind blew through White Bridge as a farmer was plowing his field. The farmer saw a brigade of the queen’s guards with them was Oliver an orphan who joined the band of the red hand. The brigade stopped to drop off rations when suddenly a Mydrraal appeared he went for Oliver. Oliver saw it coming and ducked the Mydrraal hit a soldier and decapitated him. The Mydrraal came at Oliver with an inhumanly fluid grace and swung like a swords master. Oliver rolled out of the way and threw a dagger hidden in his sleeve, it gleamed with the reflection of the Mydrraal and hit it square in the heart, the Mydrraal withered and died. Oliver then went over and picked up his dagger and wiped it clean of the blood and hid it back in his sleeve.
In tar volan Elayne was teaching the novice about fire. When Moiraine came in Elayne bowed and said how fair you mother? Moiraine said I need you Elayne, Rand has returned. Elayne was ecstatic she thought about when he saved the world, when he made her child, and when he saved her rear at falme.
 
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