02-02-2015, 03:39 AM
Rand looked up at the hole above where he was laying, he must have fallen at least 30 feet! After assuring himself nothing was broken, he sat up and stared in awe at his surroundings. He was in some sort of underground cavern with a slight uphill slope, which could very easily translate to a way out of here. However, the fact that there was possibly a quick way out of here wasn't what had him breathless. What had him breathless was the eight feet by eight feet sheets of ice, each out lined by stone. These ice sheets were so polished, Rand could see his reflection on either side from where he sat in the middle of the cave.
Rand forced himself to his feet and walked towards the right side of the cave and stared at his reflection. Suddenly Rand's reflection showed a tall, middle-aged man with shoulder-length brown and white hair and a neatly trimmed brown beard standing directly behind him. Rand didn't need to think who this man was, for some part of him instantly knew who the man behind him in his reflection was.
"Hello Lews Therin Kinslayer," Rand said coolly.
"Now, now," Lews Therin Telamon soothed, "There is no need for such formalities, you can just refer to me as myself."
"What do you want?" Rand inquired irritably.
"I am merely here to pass along a message," The older man explained, "You will be visited by people from your-our past as you look into these mirrors. Friendly faces will give you hints, whereas enemies and rivals will attack you. Simple enough?"
"Why?" Rand asked, "What is even going on here? You have been dead for three thousand years. How are you communicating with me?"
"I am not sure of that myself," Lews Therin replied shrugging his shoulders, "There are forces at work here beyond my comprehension. Oh yes! Before I go here's your hint, the next one you see shall be the one who loved us too much for her own good."
And just like that, as quickly as he had appeared Lews Theirn Telamon, The Dragon, First Among Servants, Lord of the Morning, was gone.
Rand forced himself to his feet and walked towards the right side of the cave and stared at his reflection. Suddenly Rand's reflection showed a tall, middle-aged man with shoulder-length brown and white hair and a neatly trimmed brown beard standing directly behind him. Rand didn't need to think who this man was, for some part of him instantly knew who the man behind him in his reflection was.
"Hello Lews Therin Kinslayer," Rand said coolly.
"Now, now," Lews Therin Telamon soothed, "There is no need for such formalities, you can just refer to me as myself."
"What do you want?" Rand inquired irritably.
"I am merely here to pass along a message," The older man explained, "You will be visited by people from your-our past as you look into these mirrors. Friendly faces will give you hints, whereas enemies and rivals will attack you. Simple enough?"
"Why?" Rand asked, "What is even going on here? You have been dead for three thousand years. How are you communicating with me?"
"I am not sure of that myself," Lews Therin replied shrugging his shoulders, "There are forces at work here beyond my comprehension. Oh yes! Before I go here's your hint, the next one you see shall be the one who loved us too much for her own good."
And just like that, as quickly as he had appeared Lews Theirn Telamon, The Dragon, First Among Servants, Lord of the Morning, was gone.