Te'hlon Drynm

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Te'hlon Drynm
Information
Gender Male
Occupation Drin
Affiliation The Grey Tower

Te'lhon Drynm is a Drin of the Grey Tower.

Biography

It was a bitter and cold winter day, the kind that drove most people to stay indoors. However, while most people were inside, those who had errands to run or jobs to do were hurrying about their business.

“Now, Te’hlon, remember to be a good boy while I’m gone. Don’t give your father any trouble, okay?” A mother’s face, elegant and serene, gazed down at a young boy of about seven.

“But why are you leaving now, mommy? Didn’t you just get back from that other trip? Don’t you love me and daddy anymore?” The tearful Te’hlon cried.

“Of course I love you both, very much. I promise I won’t be gone long. In fact, here, I’ll let you have my special fish. It will protect you while I’m gone.”

She smiled as handed her son the aforementioned fish. He took the trinket from her, still tearful but trying to be brave, and went to his silent father. They watched, as she left, neither one of them saying a word.


“You can’t take him, I won’t let you!” screamed Te’hlon.

The Aes Sedai who were dutifully preparing his father for transport to the White Tower ignored Te’hlon’s screams. One of the sisters finally stopped for a moment to try to comfort the screaming child.

“Now I’m sure you know why your father has to be taken to the Tower. He simply can’t just run loose. We have to sever his connection to saidin or he’ll go mad,” she explained calmly to the irate child.

She studied him as he fumed, a boy in his eleventh year, with no mother. He had tousled black hair and angry blue eyes. His clothes were messy and ill fitting, but he was in excellent health. At the moment he was clutching a small bag hanging around his neck. It contained a memento from his mother, he’d said. When she’d pressed for details he’d shaken his head and clutched the bag tight to his chest. Now, there was a problem of a different sort to tackle.


"Te'hlon, my son. Come here and talk to me for a while."

The boy looked at his father with a strange mixture of anger and sadness. He shook his head and tried to move away.

"Please, I have something I want to tell you," his father's hand on his sleeve made him pause.

"Why? Why now? You haven't talked to me in months! I've tried to talk to you, but you never responded to anything! Why didn't you ever acknowledge my presence?" The boy looked at his father with tears in his eyes.

His father looked beyond the boy a moment.

"I wanted to give you this. It's not much, but it's all I have to give you, now."

He handed his son a dagger, plain and old. Te'hlon took it and looked at his father.

"Is this a going away gift?"

His father took a deep breath and looked his son square in the eyes.

"I know it's been hard since your mother left. It's been even harder since the Aes Sedai brought me here. I'm sorry that you've had to see this, but there was no other way. Even the Red Ajah weren't heartless enough to leave a child alone in a big city."

"Yes it was so much easier to bring the child along to see his father become an empty shell of his former self."

"That's not right and you know it. Just think of all that you're learning here. I know that nothing can make up for what you've lost, but ...."

His message was cut off by his son turning and running away, dropping the dagger as he left. He picked up the dagger, a look of deep sadness on his face.

When the dagger was returned to him days later by an Aes Sedai with words of sympathy, Te'hlon knew that he had to leave that place. So he packed up his few belongings and left Tar Valon and all of the hurts it had caused him.

Career History

  • Drin