Fanfic:Amairwyn's Great Stair
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Yellow Ajah Weave
As Amairwyn stepped onto the first step, a noxious yellow looking cloud of smoke billowed up around her, followed by a wave of heat. Yellow Ajah . . . .
She coughed, and desperately tried to push the nausea away. Briefly, she wondered what the Yellows would think of their step being called nauseating, but pushed the thought away in order to concentrate on the weave.
Once she was able to get control of her stomach, she opened herself to saidar. The number ten appeared in the yellow smoke. Amairwyn nodded and wove threads of Air and Water, and then added Spirit. Spirit, along with Fire, was her weakest element, but she had learned to weave them skillfully and confidently. She had no Talent in Healing, but knew enough to form the basic weaves.
She stepped forward again, and lost consciousness...
Yellow Ajah Step
When Amairwyn came to, she was standing in a village somewhere- perhaps in the Two Rivers in Andor. At least, it fit the description she had heard of that place.
The villagers hurried to and from their daily tasks, seemingly happy and fit, except for one young woman sitting in front of an inn clutching a small child to her, her eyes red-rimmed from weeping.
As Amairwyn watched, wondering why they had been simply left there, the girl turned and looked at her. Her eyes lit up when she saw Amairwyn’s shawl.
"Aes Sedai,” she began, calling to her. “help me, please. My son fell from a tree this morning. He broke his ankle and the village Wisdom said there is nothing she can do for him- the break is beyond her skill to heal. Help me, please.”
Amairwyn felt sympathy course through her for the woman, but didn’t know what she could do. I have no Talent in Healing! But I can’t simply abandon them. Maybe I could try...
She approached her and knelt beside the child. “I am Amairwyn- I will do what I can.” Embracing saidar, and forming the basic Healing weaves- which was as far as she could go in Healing- Amairwyn gently laid the weaves over the broken ankle. To her surprise, it worked. She felt the bone meld together as the child convulsed from the weaves.
Before she could say anything to the woman, she felt the world began to shimmer and break around her...
Green Ajah Weave
Amairwyn stumbled onto the next step, slightly dazed from how fast the first one had disappeared. She managed to clear her head quickly, though, and open herself to the One Power again. Then she paused, wondering what to channel or expect. Green smoke and images of weapons appeared around her, followed by a axe that barely missed stricking her.
Her stomach clenched with a deep sense of unease. Green Ajah... It was likely to be war or battle, or both. Both possibilities filled her with dread, but she knew she didn’t have a choice.
The number twenty-one flashed before her, surrounded by fire. She carefully wove threads of Earth, combined with Water and a small thread of Fire, the threads for Earth- Singing.
She stepped forward and the stair disappeared around her...
Green Ajah Step
Amairwyn sighed a bit as she walked around the castle, listening to Lord Taran talk. A few hours ago, while Amairwyn was on her way to deliver a courier message for the Brown, she and her escort had came across his castle. Taran had insisted they stop and rest for a while, though Amairwyn was anxious to be on with their journey. Not wanting to be rude, though, she had agreed.
As she studied the countryside, Amairwyn noticed several large shapes approaching the castle. As they came closer, she realized, to her horror, they were Trollocs, lead by several Fades.
She turned to Taran. "Get everyone inside now! Those are Trollocs out there!" Taran's face contorted with fear, but he said stubbornly "But Aes Sedai... Trollocs are just Borderland fables..." Amairwyn interrupted. "i'm from the Borderlands. Believe me, they're real."
He swallowed. "Ah.. alright. Will you lead the defense? I know nothing about these creatures." Amairwyn felt her stomach knot. What did she know about fighting?!
She nodded, though. "I will. Get everyone inside. " As he hurried away, Amairwyn turned to think what to do. As her eyes swept the area in front of the castle, she noticed the creatures would have to pass through a deep ravine with high stone walls.
Earth- Singing! popped into her mind. Nodding grimly to herself, Amairwyn began embracing saidar and forming the weaves. The walls on either side of the Trollocs raised several stories high. She could use the Earth-Singing weaves to collapse the stone onto the creatures. Quickly forming threads of Earth and Water, and then adding a small amount of Fire, Amairwyn directed the weaves at first one side, then the other.
As a loud rumbling filled her ears, the castle began to disappear...
Blue Ajah Weave
Amairwyn gasped for air as she stumbled onto the next step. For a few moments, she had felt like she was being suffocated under piles of stone. I’m glad that’s over...she thought as her breathing calmed.
Embracing saidar again, blue light filled her vision, along with a set of justice scales held by Lady Justice. Blue Ajah... but justice for who? Or what? As she walked closer she noticed the scales were unbalanced. Arranging the stones on the scales until they stood equal, the number eighteen entered her mind.
Amairwyn wove Air and Fire and stepped forward...
Blue Ajah Step
Amairwyn frowned as she glanced around the tavern she was in, with the serving girls working listlessly, with expressions of wariness on their tired faces. Certainly, many serving girls lived a hard live, but something seemed ...wrong here.
As she watched, a scowling bar keep stepped out of the back room. He struck one of the women, to her shock. The rest flinched and scurried out of the way.
Looking at their faces, Amairwyn realized qiuckly enough what was happening. Anger and shock rolled through her. She stood up and approached the man, embracing the Source and weaving Air and Fire. Illusion was not something she had ever done, but it would serve her purpose well here.
Making the weaves, Amairwyn knew she appeared much taller, with a much louder voice.
She looked down at the bar keep, who scuttled away in fright. "you will stop harming and frightening these women- or I will summon the local magistrate."
He nodded in fright at the room began to disappear...
Indigo Ajah Weave
Amairwyn blinked slightly as she came to on the next step. I wasn’t finished there! But at least I was able to help those women...
She firmly ordered herself to clear her thoughts and continue. Embracing the source, indigo colored light filled her mind, followed by fire and the number seventy- nine. The heat increased and lightning snapped before her eyes, outlining the silvery number.
Carefully, she wove several threads of Fire. Once Amairwyn would have feared using Fire weaves, but not anymore.
Wondering what the Indigo Ajah would bring her, Amairwyn stepped forward...
Indigo Ajah Step
Amairwyn carefully turned the small ter’angreal around in her hands as she studied it.
Earlier in the day, she had passing through a village near the Saldaean border, when a farmer had approached her, asking for her help. He had heard she was Aes Sedai, he said, and thought she might be able to help. A few weeks ago, he explained, he had unearthed a statuette in his field. Ever since then, he had had nothing but bad luck. Curious, Amairwyn had agreed to look at it, and had followed the man to the storeroom where he had placed the statuette.
As she stared at the object Amairwyn frowned slightly. Something was in the back of her head, something she couldn’t quite remember. She knew she had read about an object like this in one of the old books she had found. What was it...I need to remember!
As she thought, she rubbed her arms, wishing for a fire. It was cold in the storeroom. Abruptly, her head jerked up. Fire! That’s what it was! It's a Fire statuette!
Carefully embracing saidar, she wove several threads of Fire, and then hesitated. Should she do this without consulting the Indigo first? She knew this sort of statue could be quite dangerous if not used properly, as it was said to produce fire. It was also rumored to have been able to cause bad luck if not taken into the proper hands.
But no... she didn't have time.
Gently, she touched only a very small amount to the object, and was delighted to see a small flame come from the globe in the statue's hand.
Before she could move, the room began to spin and disappear around her...
Brown Ajah Weave
Amairwyn blinked as she stepped onto the next step. That one had seemed more... tame... than the others, so her coming back to consciousness was calmer this time. But I wonder if that ter’angreal is real? I have never seen one like it!
Clearing her thoughts, Amairwyn channeled again. Brown light, followed by images of books, entered her mind. The Brown Ajah... Amairwyn smiled, pleased.
A large, leather bound book appeared before her, and she opened it, turning the pages gently. Many of the pages sent dust clouds rising into her face, and made her cough.
As she turned another page, the number forty- one appeared.
Knowing now what to channel, Amairwyn wove threads of Air and Fire together to form small globes of light.
The stair spun away as she stepped forward...
Brown Ajah Step
Amairwyn had been in this storeroom for the past few hours, searching for a book on an ancient talent. One of the Brown sisters had approached her earlier, asking that she help her search in the basements for it. She had been unable to find it herself, she said, and thought a 'younger set of eyes' might help.
Amairwyn had found several similar ones, but not the exact one she needed. Her lamp had sputtered out not long after she had entered the dusty room, so she had channeled and woven two small globes of Air and Fire. They floated gently over her shoulder, giving her the light to search by.
Sighing, she stood up and walked over to the next stack. Kneeling down in front of the second stack, she leaned forward to read the title of the first book. Amairwyn felt a small jolt when she realized it was the one she was looking for.
As she picked it up, the storeroom began to disappear...
Grey Ajah Weave
Amairwyn felt a flash of disappointment as the Brown step disappeared. She pushed it away, though, knowing she didn’t time. I wonder if that book exists, though. I’ll have to look for it...
Channeling again, grey light filled her thoughts. Grey Ajah... Then a rolled piece of parchment floated before her. Amairwyn stepped closer, and found it was a treaty between two warring nations. The number seventy rested neatly in the center.
Amairwyn wove several threads of Air and Fire, before forming them into a funnel shape. It could be used to amplify her voice.
She stepped forward again, wondering what this Ajah would bring her...
Grey Ajah Step
Amairwyn took a deep breath to keep from glaring in frustration at the two people standing before her. Unconsciously, she wrapped her shawl tighter around herself- to assert her authority here, she supposed. No one seemed to notice.
Ever since these two Murandian nobles had arrived in the Tower a few nights ago, they had been arguing. At dinner. At night, keeping their neighbors up- which of was Amairwyn, as their guest quarters were not far from the Brown Ajah quarters. Finally, Amairwyn had decided to do something about it. She was a quiet, reserved woman, but enough was enough.
Calling both men into her study, she had attempted to help them reach a reconciliation. No so luck. They had continued their shouting.
Clearing her throat, she tried to call for quiet.
They didn’t listen.
With how quiet my voice is, I imagine! Amairwyn thought, with no small amount of irritation.
Taking a deep breath, she channeled and wove several threads of Air and Fire before forming it into a funnel shape in front of her mouth.
She began, nearly jumping at how loud her voice was. So did the two men. They also fell silent, looking more than a little worried.
"My lords," she began, firming her voice. "You are two adults squabbling like children!Yes, I understand you are long-time rivals, but you are guests here! Not only are you disturbing the peace, you are also insulting the Tower's generosity in inviting you here. Now, can you please try to reach some sort of reconciliation? "
To her relief, both nodded.
As Amairwyn stood up, preparing to leave, the room began to disappear...
White Ajah Weave
Amairwyn blinked as she stepped onto the last step. The last step...But no, she wouldn’t let herself become distracted.
Embracing saidar again, she wondered what the final one would bring her. White light, followed by neat logical, patterns entered her mind.
She then realized she was standing on a long, white platform. She tried to move, but the platforms shifted into open voids. Thinking, she realized suddenly, smiling, that she had to find the pattern. As soon as she did, the number ninety- two entered her mind.
She stepped forward, and the stair disappeared...
White Ajah Step
Amairwyn raised her eyebrows at the Accepted. Ever since she had entered her class earlier, the young woman had claimed she had no need to write down her assignments, as she already knew the answers.
"Do you?" Amairwyn asked. "Do you know all of the answers to this question? There could be many answers."
The Accepted thought for a moment. "Yes, Aes Sedai," she continued defiantly. "I think I do." Amairwyn studied her for a moment, then, "come with me." Before the other woman could ask, Amairwyn took her arm and led her out of the room, then to the Tower library.
She stopped in the section concerning the assignment, which had been on history. "I want to spend the rest of the class time searching through all of these books. Write down every potential answer to your assignments you find." Gently, Amairwyn embraced saidar, and wove Air, bringing one of the books to her. She opened it. "Four hundred pages in each of them. Do you still think your logic is sound? There could be infinte answers."
As the Accepted hastily shook her head, the room began to disappear...
