here goes nothing

[Eothin]

Eothin wiped the sweat from his brow as he laid his headback against the log. Twelve days and nights they had been marching and still no sign of the enemy. There had been some skirmishes with some of the local wildlife, but what else would you expect in the Blight. But they still had been expecting some fighting this deep into the Blight.
Eothins eyes slowly slid shut from the exhaustion he had been fighting the last couple days. Pictures of his freinds and family began to flash through his mind. Images of his mother and father, his brothers and sisters and the Wyrick brothers just down the road from his fathers farm. Memories of a man clothed in black with a sword and dragon pin on the neck of his shirt. Of the black tower and his training for a long hard year only to become that which all of man kind feared and hated. A man who could wield the One Power.
The snap of a twig pulled Eothin from his memories and back to reality. On the other side of the fire stood a young man. Adick, a dark haired lean man had been on of his few friends who had not died during the training at the Tower. They had watched each others backs, and promised each other that if on of them went mad that they would be the one to hill the other.
Adick st down on the other side of the fire and pulled his cloak shut around himself as he stared deeply into the fire. His dark eyes reflected the yellow gold light of the camp fire. He hesitate for a moment and then stared at Eothin. "Do you think we'll ever find what the Dragon sent us up here for?" adick whispered.
Eothin sat up and stared at the pack that he had been caring for the last twelve days. "Inside of this sack" the Dragon had said, "is the salvation of all of mankind. Protect it with your life until you reach your destination." No one had questioned him, or even asked what was inside. They all just avoided it as much as possible, not even acknowledging its existence.



Let me know what you all think so far.

thanks, Eothin

[baxts]

more please

[Eothin]

A bright silver sliver of light appeared just several feet ahead of Eothin. He quickly wove the flows into a gateway and opened it deep into the Blight. Beside him ninety-nine other Asha'man wove their gateways into the blight and tied their weaves off. Each one stepped to the side of their newly formed gateway.
Eothin turned away from his gateway and scanned the thousands of dragon sworn lined up for the march into the blight. Their bright armor shone in the pale moonlight as the dragon banner flapped lazily along the currents of the wind.
Behind all of them on a great black stallion sat the Dragon Reborn. A man who could weild more of the One Power unaided than any other man on earth, and upon his shoulders the fate of an entire world rested. His face was stone hard and his cold gray eyes had a far away look to them.
To his side stood a woman who had the ageless face of an Aes Seadi with her stone faced warder standing next to her. To most watchful eyes it would seem he was not really watching anything around him, but Eothin knew that this man would react sooner than any other man here and knew more of what was going on around him than any other.
The Dragon's eyes burned brightly in the moonlight as he watched the three thousand men move towards the gateways. This was to be his first strike against the Dark One and his Forsaken. the Dragon was seeking to gain a foot hold on the souther border of the Blight where the corruption of the Dark One was least evident. From their he would mark a hard push up north through the Blight until he reached what he was seeking.
The Dragons attention was pulled to the Aes Seadi as she quickly spoke something to him. His eyes turned towards the gateways and he began to yell something out, but it was too late. Hundreds of trollocs began to poor from the gates striking anything they saw into the ground. Eothin's sword flew from this scabbard cutting through the trolloc just in front of him. Asha'man began shutting spurts of fire and lighting into the onslaught of trollocs, but they still continued their relentless pursuit.
Static filled the air around eothin as lightening began to bare down on the dragon sworn next to the gateways. Earth and fire erupted from the ground tearing the unexpecting men apart. Their yells and screams were overshadowed by the powerful that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. As the lightening stopped the earth lurch and opened swollowing hundreds of men, dragon sworn and Asha'man alike.
Just as quickly as it had started it ended in a bright flash. It scorched the eyes with shades of purple and gray, the faded to nothing. eothin picked himself up off of the ground and looked around, his knuckles white around the hilt of his sword. A wide path had opened up in the middle of the dragon sworn. Men he had seen just moments ago were now gone, and memories of them seemed like a distant dream.
All eyes turned to the Dragon on his stallion at the back of the army. He sat their grasping the neck of his horse drawing deep breathes of air as sweat poured from his face. the sunlight sparkled off of the golden dragon that wrapped itself around his arm. His arm then fell limp as his eyes slid shut.
The Aes Seadi next to him was yelling at him screaming something about erasing threads from the pattern, but his mind was somewhere distant and nothing she said he heard. He looked up and turned his gaze on the remnant of his small army he had prepared for his first strike. The army he himself had destroyed with his balefire.
The Dragons eyes locked onto Eothin, his eyes boring straight into his head. Eothin let go of saidin and bowed deeply to the Dragon, but still His eyes did not move and only bore deeper into him. Those cold gray eyes!



Eothins eyes shot open, as he sucked in a big gulp of air. Sweat beaded down his face and into his eyes causing them to blur and burn. He rubbed at them until he could see clearly again and rolled over to his side.
There he watched the embars of the fire glow a pale orange. That was the day he had sent me on my mission. The day he had given me mans salvations. And it was the day the Dragon Reborn had sentenced me to die.

[Eothin]

I'm going to be gone for a couple of days, but I should be able to write a couple more pages and put them on here on Tuesday.


thanks,
Eothin

[Eothin]

here is the next installment.




A warm slow breeze blew down into the valley sending dead leaves and grass flying through the air. The once green valley now only spoke of death, and the slow decay that only the Blight could bring.

A housand men scrambled around the camp they had hastily set up the night before. They saddled their horses and loaded up their equipment on the three wagons they had brought with them. The sun was already rising and they had to be on the move within the hour.

Anaia Sedai walked among the gathering of men, her hood drawn up covering her near ageless face. Her dark brown eyes focused intently on the man walking just ahead of her. Her wore the black high-necked shirt of the Asha’man and walked with a deadly grace few men had been able to perfect.

The young man Eothin, had been appointed by the Dragon to lead this little exploit into the Blight. No one knew why they had been sent here, but Anaia assumed that this Asha’man would know.

The man turned a corner around a still standing tent and Anaia followed quickly behind. As she rounded the corner she walked right into the young Asha’man. She let out a yell as he took hold of her wrist and dragged her into the tent with him.

The tent flap closed making the room completely dark. Anaia saw a slight flicker and the entire tent filled with light. The man stood in the center of the room, a ball of light hovering just inches from his palm. Shadows danced across his face as he knelt down next to Anaia and stared into her eyes.

Anaia reached out to the One Power, pulling at the source of her safety and protection from this man. She reached and fumbled into an invisible wall blocking her from saidar. She tried to scream, but it felt like something was stuck in her mouth.

The man leaned forward and whispered silently to her. “Who are you, and why do you keep following me around?”

[Eothin]

Well, I think I'm done writing for right now. Its alot of work, and there isn't really any involvement(actually my wife is taking just about all of my time). I'll talk to you all late.
thanks,
Eothin

[Knux]

I actually think its quite good.

[Amberly]

I like your writing style though I'm not so sure about using somone elses plot to write a story its an ethics thing... but its good anyways

[Vashna]

umm isn't that exactly what she said you shouldn't do? Seriously though write what you want, but try to make it your own work, ie base stories in places away from the main plot and try not to use the main characters. Or do something entirely original separate from WOT, it is always more satisfying to know that you have created every inch of your story.

PS inspiration comes when it wants to, don't force it, if you do then you'll just end up with a story you hate.