And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall once more lay his hand upon the world of man. Women shall weep and men quail as the nations of the earth are rent like rotting cloth. Neither shall anything stand nor abide . . .<br/>Yet one shall be born to face the Shadow, born once more as he was born before and shall be born again, time without end. The Dragon shall be Reborn, and there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth at his rebirth. In sackcloth and ashes shall he clothe the people, and he shall break the world again by his coming, tearing apart all tier that bind. Like the unfettered dawn shall he blind us, and burn us, yet shall the Dragon Reborn confront the Shadow at the Last Battle, and his blood shall give us the Light. Let tears flow, O ye people of the world. Weep for your salvation.<br/><br/>‑ from The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon,<br/><br/><br/>as translated by Ellaine Marise'idin Alshinn,<br/>Chief Librarian at the Court of Atafel,<br/>in the Year of Grace 231 of the New Era, the Third Age<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong>Epilogue </strong></span><br/>The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend.<br/>Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth<br/>comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long<br/>past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither<br/>beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.<br/>Born below the ever cloud-capped peaks that gave the mountains their name, the wind giving credence to the groans of the trees, the sight of the bending oaks and pines giving warning of a upcoming storm.<br/><br/>Upon the edges of the slopes of the mountain of the mist can we find the group, heading south through the wilderness and towards Baerlon. It is nearing late in the day, with the sun touching the high trees and casting long shadows across the land. This story takes place in the year 980 NE, 2 years after the end of the Aiel wars, where the savages from across the wastes came to exact their revenge against King Laman.<br/><br/>Some foretold that this was a sign of the Last Battle, rumors of strange circumstances and events unfolding. For anyone to know for sure, would be the Aes Sedai, and they keep their facts close. With the facts for this return trip from the middle of nowhere being kept from Aurora, as a simple gleewoman need not know of the troubles that await. Why she is trailing an Aes Sedai and her warder is her own desire, or just another plot hatched by the Green Aes Sedai.<br/><br/>As far as either the warder of his Aes Sedai can tell, there is still another good days worth of traveling to do before reaching civilization.<br/><br/>[In order to get anywhere in this huge map, horses are rather needed. The two of you don't need to pay for your horses, since they are provided from the Tower. As for Aurora, you got your stable mare from having save a Innkeepers Inn from a surprise fire.]<br/><br/>Motivational music:<br/><br/>Blind Guardian - At The Edge Of Time - 10 - Wheel Of Time (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGBZuf3mvy0#)