Alternate World

[Scribe]

Jason stared into the afternoons glare as the sun shone down from a clear blue sky. The light must be with me he thought to himself, absentmindedly touching the sun embroidered on his white cloak. The battle field had been a corn field. Now it was razed ground, littered with bodies of the dead. Some of them his friends, others his enemies. He looked back at his unit. The last unit. "Men, we fight for the light. We fight to the death. The WITCHES MUST DIE!" Cheers rose from the unit of "burn the witches! "for the light!".

They begain to move. First slowly, and yet at a quickening pace. Soon they were galloping towards the party ahead of them, standing under a rainbow banner with a white teardrop in the center. "CHARGE"!!!!! As the two forces crashed into each other blood was instantly drawn as a whitecloak was skewered with a pike belonging to Gaidin Anacin. Jason kept moving, sword swinging, hacking, slashing his way towards the center. Men came at him from all sides. Some he recognized. Gaidin Tuyn apeared before him, thrusting his dagger, but Jason paid no heed as his well-trained warhorse stampeded Tuyn underneath. "Wilkerson, follow me!" Jason commanded his 2nd in command. Together they headed farther into the encampment.

Four men stood before a tent in the center. Swords drawn they rushed the two whitecloaks who had broken through the line. Clangs of steel of steel mixed with cries of pain as blood spurt out from mortal wounds. Anor, warder to Shei Sedai of the White Ajah, came from behind Wilkerson, but with a quick thrust, Jason seperated his sword arm from his body creating a great fountain of blood. A tall man stood before stepped out of the tent. He had a massive axe in his hands.

Mesa Tel'hin, Master Gaidin, Warder of the Amyrlin Seat snarled viciously. Jason rushed in, sword raised, and charged down him. He stood still, his cloak flicking into site and out again. At the last second he struck, sending Jason flying from his mount. Wilkerson rushed in to protect his commander as Jason quickly regaining his balance. Wilkerson fought hard, but with a mighy hack, Warder Mesa toppled the horse, dropping Wilkerson to the ground. Jason attacked full force. The Warder was good, but not good enough. With one unbalanced swing of his massive axe, Jason dove in sliding a foot of steel into the mans chest. Blood begain to drip from his mouth as he looked down in suprise. That look never left his face as Wilkerson seperated head from body in a cloud of red mist.

She became visable as he fell. In the tent-flap, stricken with unheard of grief. Jason brought his sword up as a massive fireball overtook Wilkerson, burning him alive. His dying comrad rushed in bashing her to the ground before falling over dead. He would not be stopped. Raising his sword once again, Jason slashed once and she fell. The Amylin, Iliana Sedai, had fallen. Blessed be the light were his last thought before the flames engulfed him.

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