Fanfic:First Encounters with Friend and Foe
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Introduction: Amora was escorted by Sarine Sedai to the White Tower for training as a novice. She had run from her House without companionship except the distant Aes Sedai. On their way from Whitebridge to The Four Kings, a Whitecloak commander named Child Zahn haulted the two travelers to question them. A raven exposed Sarine Sedai's Great Serpant ring and the two woman retreated for the hills south of the road. They were hiding in the cliffs and hoping to be passed by. An Asha'man appears out of a gateway just as Sarine was about to unleash a fireball upon the Whitecloaks. This was the first time when Amora and Jel'viendha met.
-Zaria Sedai, Sister of the Brown Ajah
The distant sounds of hoof prints echoed through the canyon. Amora began to stir uneasily in her saddle, she know the Whitecloaks were coming. I hope they didn't find the ring. Maybe Sarine will still have a chance to recover it. But that was the least of their problems. A decision had to be made, would they run for it again? Possibly having no hiding place this time? Or should they wait and hope that the Whitecloaks don't cross wall of saidar in that case, they might give up. But what Sarine said was something Amora hadn't expected.
"We'll have to fight them now. If they find us, we will surely die. My Oaths kept me from fighting them before, but now that they will harm us there is nothing else to do. Unfortunately, you don't know much about channeling beyond seeing the flows. The best thing to do is Link."
Amora looked at her with surprise and confusion. "Link, what's that?"
"It combines both of our channeling abilities like a magnifying glass. In addition, you will learn everything I direct the flows into and we will be able to hear them coming better." Amora felt uneasy about this. Sarine would direct the flows? That must mean that I won't have any control over what happens. Well, if it's the only way out of this, I guess I have to do it. Amora nodded and suddenly she felt bonded to Sarine. Their feelings and emotions mingled together as if they were mixed into a bowel. She couldn't tell who it was that felt nervous, but one of them did. Then for the first time, she felt saidar being pulled through her and focused. She embraced the feeling and the flow. She now could hear the horses' hoofs more loudly and clearly now as well. The feel of the saddle she was sitting on, the smell of dust and dry air, the sound of a raven in the distance, all of her senses were more sensitive. But the only thing that mattered was the growing sound of those horses, gaining speed. Saidar was drawn through her like a stream being merged with another to form a river. And she adored it. That river was being woven by Sarine into a ball of Fire. She suspected Sarine was going to use it to hurtle at the approaching Whitecloaks when something, unexpected happened . . .
Through the air in front of them Sarine and Amora saw a cutting of reality. A white line swirled and opened into a gateway. Out of it stepped a black-clad man with a sword pin on his collar. The . . . doorway . . . behind him vanished as he took a step forwards to the Whitecloaks, coming just in sight. Amora and Sarine felt startled, and the weave of fire cut off abruptly, just in time before being thrown at the man. Sarine cursed.
"Blood and bloody ashes!" The man turned around. "Thank you Asha'man" she said sarcastically. "We almost killed you. In case you can't see, we are trying to defend ourselves from those Whitecloaks over there? If you want to help, then stop gaping and fight for all you're worth. Child Zahn has proven he won't give up. Otherwise, if you don't mind, you may go back to your Black Tower." The, Asha'man nodded.
The Whitecloaks were in plain view now, their cloaks for which they were named trailed behind them. Their swords unsheathed and helmets glistened as they leaned forward to attack. All three chanellers prepared to attack. On horseback, Amora and Sarine sat straight in their saddles. Sarine prepared a new weave of fire, and the Asha'man looked to be concentrating on something as well when another unexpected visitor appeared . . .
From behind the last Whitecloaks came a battle cry, "Forward the spears!!" and a slim figure dressed in brown with a black veil began fighting the rear Whitecloaks on foot. She seemed to dance as she drove her spear into one Whitecloak after another. As she killed her fourth Whitecloak she yelled, "What are you waiting for Aes Sedai? Rain? Attack!!" And with that Amora felt the fire roar through Sarine, but her only thought was of an old saying her mother used to say, "As the threads weave together, so the pattern forms." It seemed aptly applied to this situation.
