Thread: The Wheel Weaves What The Wheel Wills (Ryees & darkangel76)

The fire was hot, its light intense and Caitrin knew this would soon be the end. She could feel the bond between her and Aermun beginning to falter as her life began to slowly ebb and fade. There was too much smoke and it was suffocating her, sucking her life force away. Try as she might, the One Power was of no help. Both air and water were no where to be found, their threads of Power evading her and unable to dowse the flames that encircled her, creeping closer and crackling in her ears. She let out another shout, her throat hoarse from the heat, the smoke. Her thoughts were a swirl of color as she struggled to hang on, for him, for her Warder. He was magnificent, just as she knew he would be, as he slayed the trollocs, dancing like only a trained fighter could. Just as Caitrin thought all might be lost, her body crouching low to the ground where the air was freshest, she felt strong hands grip her body. Closing her eyes, she let the wheel turn, weaving its threads with purpose as she suddenly felt the heat become replaced with something cool. She wasn't about to question what had happened, that would have to wait. Looking into Aermun's eyes, her own showing both fear and wonder, she gave him a nod. Her hand in his and his cloak draped over her shoulders, she followed him away from the blaze. In the shadows, Damarys watched on, a smirk gracing her pretty face. She pushed the deep purple hood she wore off her dark head and watched Caitrin and her Warder flee into the night. The trollocs were dead, but that was of no consequence. Shadowspawn were easier to find than most realizedif you knew how to look for them. Thoughand part of her hated to admit itshe was impressed at how well the Warder bested so many. She wasn't one to take on a protector. After all, she could fight her own battles. Besides, there were better things to take care of in the world, more pressing matters. As she watched the two, she felt a seething hatred toward her old training mate. How she hated Caitrin Halim. Still...her Warder's actions, the way he touched the flame. She didn't need an angreal to know that he could channel saidin. Her Red sisters would jump at the chance to gentle him, to rip away his grip on the One Power. She laughed inwardly. It would destroy the bond he held with Caitrin, the two of them suffering madly. Her lip turned up into a broad smile as she thought about her Master, his words reaching out to her like a soft kiss upon the mind. Letting out a resigned sigh, Damarys knew she couldn't go after Caitrin and Aermun. Not yet. There was time enough for that. Though the idea of gentling such a prize appealed, it would serve far better to bring the Warder to full madness, for him to bring chaos upon the realm. Then and only then could Shai'tan be fully released from his prison, his dark magic unleashed upon the world! But for now...her blue eyes peered upon the burning village, resting upon the fiery haired girl who stepped further and further away from the scene, she had someone to train, someone to introduce to her Master. Caitrin set down upon the hard earth, her blue eyes watching Aermun carefully as he sat alone near the stream. She could tell he needed a moment, so she let him have it. No doubt he was going over the events that had just transpired, trying to make sense of them. The weight of the angreal was still heavy about her neck, the taint of saidin thick in the air. Closing her eyes, she knew the truth and the burden he was suddenly bearing. How long had he known? Opening her eyes, she decided...not long. Her heart twisted, aching desperately as he seemed lost in his thoughts. Finally, she moved to stand and approach him. Caitrin's hands clutched at the cloak wrapped about her. She could smell Aermun's scent upon it along with the aroma of fire. Licking her lips, she walked over and sat down beside him, her eyes fixed upon the water babbling over the rocks as it rushed by. Thank you, Caitrin said softly, a hand moving to rest upon his arma normal gesture, familiar. I would not be here to see another dawn if not for what you did. She gave him a squeeze. Something is heavy on your mind, she continued, her tone pleading. You know you can tell me. I...I'd like you to. A heat swept over her cheeks just then. She wasn't sure why it meant so much that Aermun share his thoughts with her himself when she already knew. But, it did. It showed trust and something more and, for reasons she couldn't quite explain, that mattered.