The Blood of The Dragon; a WoT ficby heranderChaptersExperiments, Mistakes, and AquaintencesNew Friends and a Dragon of a Different SortQuestions and TheoriesAttempts to TravelExperiments, Mistakes, and AquaintencesMy sister is a fool, Pelane thought to herself as she continued her work with Saidar, the female half of the True Source. She is too trusting of the Seanchan, and that may yet prove to be Andor's doom. The Aiel had asked for Queen Talana's support in their war with the Seanchan several times, and each time she refused to offer them aid despite their shared lineage, maintaining the illusion that the Seanchan would not attack Andor because of the Dragons Peace, an agreement that Rand Al'Thor, The Dragon Reborn, had organized between the nations on the eve of Tarmon'Gaidon, The ultimate battle between the Light and the Shadow, at which he gave his life in order to save the world from the Shadow's evil. But, Pelane was not as trusting as her sister, and she was even now trying to discover deadlier ways in which to use the One Power in order to protect her sisters kingdom. usually, the most violent Weaves used Fire and Earth, which saidin, the male half of the True Source, was more suited to than saidar, although there are many thing that can be done with Spirit, Water, and Air as well. At the moment, Pelane was attemting to create a weave using Spirit, Fire, and Earth, that would utterly destroy the victims mind as well as their body "These Seanchan deserve no mercy," Pelane angrily muttered to herself. They captured any and all women who could Channel, which they tearmed marath'damane and snapped an a'dam onto their necks. The fact that anyone would put a collar on someone just because they could weild the One Power was sickening, and what was even more sickening was that once collared, these women would be "tamed" and given a new name, then forced to be used in the Seanchan armies, fighting their countrymen, killing hundreds of them, and all the while broken in the worst way to the point that all they want to do is please their mistress, know as a sul'dam while the captured women are known as damane. As allways, Pelane's weaves were so incredibly complex that even she had trouble keeping up with herself sometimes. Once again, Pelane silently thanked her Great-Grandfather for the gifts she had inherited from him that allowed her to perpetually hold onto the One Power and create Weaves that were more elegant than any of those that were woven by one who did not have the blood of the Dragon in their veins. While deep in her thought, Pelane failed to notice a mistake in her Weavings, a mistake that would most likely produce unknown effects that could prove disasterous, effects which might even kill Pelane, or worse, burn out her ability to channel when they are loosed. Finally!, Pelane thought, The weave is finished! careless in her elation at finishing the weave and eagerness at the opportunity to test it, she loosed it at the prisoner shackled to the corner of the Palace's deepest dungeon. Pelane felt no remorse at using this prisoner, mainly because it was a captured der'sul'dam, or a master sul'dam. as soon as the weave touched the prisoner, Pelane could feel the Pattern ripple as she finally realized that she had made a mistake somewhere, although she knew not where. As the Pattern rippled down to the very last thread, something changed, as if reality itself had just been altered. The last thing Pelane thought as she started to lose consciousness was "what if it was not reality that had been altered, but me?" "Wh...where...where am I?" Pelane asked groggily of no one in particular as she started to sit up. She was somewhat surprised when she recieved a reply. "Why, you're in Ponyville, of course!" a pink pony said enthusiastically. "Ponyville? I've never heard of such a place." Pelane responded to the pink pony without really paying attention. "Wait... did you just... talk?" Pelane asked as she started to come back to her senses. "of course, silly filly! how else would i answer your question!?" the pink pony said as she gave Pelane a perplexed look. "By the way, you still havent introduced youself! My name is Pinkie Pie!" the pink...er...Pinkie said. Feeling a strange mix of curiosity and wariness, Pelane gave Pinkie her name. "Pelane? what sort of name is that?" Pinkie asked. "well...its Andoran." Pelane answered as she tried to get up and failed miserably, landing flat on her face. Pelane slowly got back to a sitting position and looked herself over to find that she too was a pony. "what the..." she started, remembering the previous night and her mistake. "whats an Andoran?" Pinkie asked, not drawing attention to Pelane's fall. "Andoran as in from Andor, the country i'm from." Pelane answered, taking notice of Pinkie's obvious confusion. "Could you please tell me what Country we are currently in?" Pelane asked, trying to figure out where she was, for she could not tell more than the fact that she was on top of a hill with a small tree on it. "well thats a silly question! we're in Equestria, of course!" Pinkie answered. "Pinkie... are there any other peo...ponies...around here?" Pelane asked cautiously. Pinkie Pie face-hooved. "I knew i was forgetting something!! i need to introduce you to the others! come on, follow me!" and with that Pinkie started bounding of ftowards a town that Pelane could just see in the distance. She took a quick look around and shrugged, clumsily starting after the seemingly inexhaustable pink pony. New Friends and a Dragon of a Different SortPinkie Pie slowly led Pelane through the pony-filled town and over to what appeared to be a missive tree that was hollowed out and made into a dwelling of sorts. "We're here!" Pinkie announced cheerily. Pelane looked dubiously at the "house" and stepped inside after Pinkie's insistance. there were books ligning several shelves on the walls, proclaiming this to be either a shop or a study of some sorts. "OH TWILIGHT!!" Pinkie shouted. "what can i do for you Pinkie?" a purple unicorn asked as she came around a corner, reading a book even as she walked. "I met a new pony outside the town and I wanted you to meet her." Pinkie announced. Twilight, for that must be her name, looked up from the book she was reading and smiled when she saw Pelane. "Ah i see that you have. and may I ask what your name is?". Pelane returned the smile, although a little wary of what this Twilight might do. "My name is Pelane, and may i say it is a pleasure to meet you madam...?" Twilight giggled "oh just call me Twilight. would you by any chance want a drink?" Right as Pelane was about to politely decline the offer, a voice came from down from upstairs. "whats all the noise about? you guys woke me from my nap." Twilight rolled her eyes. "thats just Spike. he can be sometimes be grumpy if he's woken from a nap, although that can be said of most dragons." at the word 'dragon' Pelane attention pricked up. "I'm sorry, but did you just say dragon?" "yes, i did. spike is a baby dragon." twilight replied, as if it were no matter of consequence. "are you bragging about me again twi?" a small scaled creature with spines running down his back said from halfway down the stairs. Pelane scoffed as soon as she saw the little reptile. "a dragon? looks more like a Racken youngling to me!" "what is a Racken?" twilight and Pinkie asked simultaneously. "It is a flying reptile used by the Seanchan to transport troops and scout areas" Pelane explained. "what are the Seanchan?" Pinkie asked."They are the..." Pelane hesitated, not wanting to reveal anything about the war, "you know what? forget i said anything..." "Okay!" Pinkie smiled, while Twilight took on a confused look. Who is the Seanchan? And why was this strange mare so hesitant to talk about them? "So... where do you come from?" Twilight asked, hoping to get some of her questions answered and perhaps reveal more of Pelane's past. "I'm from Caemlyn" Pelane replied, trying to avoid mentioning the palace. "Caemlyn? wheres that?" Twilight said with interest. Pelane shook her head. "I could not tell you, for any answers i give you will likely only lead to more confusion. I may be able to show you, though it might take some time." Pelane could still feel Saidar courcing through her, although she did not know what effects this place might have on the True Source, or the Gateways themselves. Questions and TheoriesQueen Talana woke abruptly. something was wrong, and she could feel it down to her very core. What was that massive burst of Saidar being channeled? Talana asked herself as she sat up. She was on her bed in her private quarters, located on one of the higher levels of the Royal Palce of Andor, a graceful palace, as all Ogier built things are, but any who had ever seen the wonders of Tar Valon and the White Tower would not bat an eyelash at its beauty. Talana looked downwards, towards where she could see the glow of a woman channeling before it quickly winked out, but it was so powerful that she could feel it, even above the other channelers in the palace. Talana quickly dressed in clothing apropriate for whatever might be afoot, even as her maid informed her that one of the Aes Sedai had requested her presence in the palace dungeons, specifically the one her sister used for her foolish experiments. It figured that she would be behind a Weave of that magnitude, although even she would have burnt herself out without the use of a Sa'Angreal to aid her in holding that much of the One Power. Could she have possible managed to find the female Choedan'Kal that was discover near a decade past and hidden away with various wards to protect it? No, at least one of the wards protecting the Choedan'Kal would have been designed to alert someone, be it her or the nearest Aes Sedai. Not to mention that compared to what that Ter'Angreal could unleash, what occured earlier was nothing. By the time Talana had thouroughly mulled all this over, she was standing at the entrance to the Palace Dungeons, about to start down the steps towards her sisters little play-area. Talana channeled, Weaving Fire and Air to create a glowing white ball suspended in mid air abover her sholder, and then Talana started down into the dungeons whith her more encompassing light. When she arrived at her sisters "study", she was more than surprised at what she found. Half a dozen Aes Sedai were standing around the room while their Warders and the few bonded Asha'man stayed outside. The room held little decoration except for the Dragon Banner hanging on the wall and the old symbol of the Aes Sedai painted onto the floor. What caught her off guard, however, was the completely decayed skeleton shackled to the wall, the large scorch mark on top of the painting on the floor, and the presence of the Accepted on the other side of the room, who was currently being interrogated by two Sisters. "It is good you are here Talana. We have had trouble understanding what has happened here, but perhaps you may be more insightful." one of the Aes Sedai said. Talana immediatly recognized her as Lelevian, one of the decendants of the Aes Sedai that had lived in Emond's Field generations ago, back when The Dragon Reborn still roamed the earth. "I am afraid that at the moment i know even less then you. would you mind filling me in on what we know?" Talana asked, immediately assuming the famously impenetrable Aes Sedai serenity. An Aes Sedai was expected to maintain complete calmness, even when in the middle of a tornado and surrounded by Shadowspawn. "Well we know that it was indeed your sister channeling that massive amount of Saidar, and we know that the Weaves were just as complex as usual. We also know that the shackled skeleton was not a skeleton an hour past." Lelevian replied, looking concerned. "your sister dissapeared in a small explosion shorlty after she released her Weave at the prisoner. It appears that the Weave somehow used the prisoner's life-force as fuel for the Weave instead of your sister being the sole source of power for it." "How do we know all this? was there a witness or are we acting upon assumtions and shadows?" Talana asked, straining to keep her mask intact. She was Seething at what her sister had done and what might have happened had it gone wrong. "It is quite apparent that the Accepted over there has been spying on your sister as she worked in the hopes of learning more advanced and complex weaves, and saw the entirety of what had transpired, athough the weaves formed far to fast for her to comprehend most of them. I must say that it is exceptionally lucky that not even one such as your sister dares to use something as vile as Balefire, or else that Accepted would have learned the weave by now." Lelevian shot Talana a sideways glance, "I am assuming that you would like to speak to her?" "Yes," Talana replied, "I would indeed." Attempts to TravelThree days had gone by, and Pelane felt that she knew the area well enough to create a gateway. The only reason she had not just Skimmed back was she did not know how far she was from Andor and had no idea how long it would take to get there, considering that the time spent in a Skimmer was directly proportional to the distance between you and the target. Pelane looked around, noting the tree that she awoke next to when she first arrived here. Pelane then looked at Twilight, who had no idea what the One power was, but yet had some other form of magic. "Well are we all ready?" Pelane asked of the three ponies. She had been introduced to a pony named Rainbow Dash, or Dash for short. She was overconfidant, reckless, and overall arrogant. She would fit in well at the Palace. "Ready? I was BORN ready," Dash said. Twilight merely rolled her eyes, intrigued as to what Pelane had meant by 'Gateway'. "So, when is this "gateway" going to get here?" she asked, having never been explained the concept. "Just as soon as I make it Twi" Pelane replied. She had started to grow quite fond of the little purple mare. Lavender she reminded herself, remembering how Twilight reacted when she called her purple. Putting these thoughts aside, she wove a gateway with a grace, elegance, and speed that spoke of much talent and use of the Power. When she released the weave, however, the gateway simply fell apart. Pelane tried to create another, and another and another. By the time five minutes had passed, Pelane had for the first time in her life found herself unable to create the weave for a gateway. "whats wrong Pelane?" Twilight asked, noting the look of frustration and consternation on Pelane's face. "I don't know, but for some reason i cannot weave a Gateway...perhaps i will be forced to Skim." Pelane replied, a note of distress in her voice. What if I cant get home using the One Power, Pelane thought as she weaved a Skimmer. Unfortunately, the Skimmer fell apart as soon as it was released as well. Pelane took on a frown and decided that she should try a basic weave to make sure it wasn't the One Power itself that was failing. She wove Air, using it to pluck an apple off the tree and float it over to her hands. Twilights jaw almost hit the floor at this. "You can use magic!?!?" Twilight said in enourmous disbelief. "How can you use magic without a horn!?" "Because its not the same form of magic that you use Twi," Pelane replied. "What I am using is referred to as Saidar, the female half of the True Source, which is the power that turns the Wheel of Time, as we all know" "The Wheel of Time? What the hay is that? and why is Saidar the female half of this...this "True Source"? Can the men not use it?" Twilight asked, obviously completely entranced by this 'New discovery' that presented a new form of magic that may be usable by all ponies, not just unicorns. "No, the males cannot use Saidar, although they can use Saidin, Which is the male half." Pelane said, having decided to tackle the easiest questions first. "Well whats the difference?" Twilight asked in a somewhat confused voice. "Using Saidar is often described as submitting to its will, and through this submission you are able to control it, Whereas when men use Saidin it is more akin to a constant battle for control, as if you were balancing atop a small rock in a river of lava as it constantly presses further and further against the rock, fighting you all through the experiance. It should also be noted that only a woman can channel Saidar, and only a male can channel Saidin."Pelane explained patiently. "Allright, so what is the Wheel of Time?" Twilight asked, obviously having a much easier time understanding all this than either Pinkie or Dash. "The Wheel of Time is what creates the Pattern, which i can see I will also have to explain to you", Pelane started, knowing full well that this discussion will take some time. "Everyone is but a thread in the Pattern. The Pattern is All things that have been, All things that are, and All things that will be. The Wheel weaves the Pattern as it wills, and thus our fates are decided before we have yet to even discover them." Pelane explained "except in some very rare cases, which my family tries to make less rare." "Yes, The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, but what i am wondering is why it weaved you anywhere near here." The entire group turned to look at the one who spoke. It was a great white pony, with the wings of a pegasus and the horn of a unicorn. "Princess! how nice to see you! this is-" Twilight began, but was abruptly cut off. 'I know who she is." Celestia said, her voice heavy with hatred and her eyes full of loathe.
Experiments, Mistakes, and AquaintencesMy sister is a fool, Pelane thought to herself as she continued her work with Saidar, the female half of the True Source. She is too trusting of the Seanchan, and that may yet prove to be Andor's doom. The Aiel had asked for Queen Talana's support in their war with the Seanchan several times, and each time she refused to offer them aid despite their shared lineage, maintaining the illusion that the Seanchan would not attack Andor because of the Dragons Peace, an agreement that Rand Al'Thor, The Dragon Reborn, had organized between the nations on the eve of Tarmon'Gaidon, The ultimate battle between the Light and the Shadow, at which he gave his life in order to save the world from the Shadow's evil. But, Pelane was not as trusting as her sister, and she was even now trying to discover deadlier ways in which to use the One Power in order to protect her sisters kingdom. usually, the most violent Weaves used Fire and Earth, which saidin, the male half of the True Source, was more suited to than saidar, although there are many thing that can be done with Spirit, Water, and Air as well. At the moment, Pelane was attemting to create a weave using Spirit, Fire, and Earth, that would utterly destroy the victims mind as well as their body "These Seanchan deserve no mercy," Pelane angrily muttered to herself. They captured any and all women who could Channel, which they tearmed marath'damane and snapped an a'dam onto their necks. The fact that anyone would put a collar on someone just because they could weild the One Power was sickening, and what was even more sickening was that once collared, these women would be "tamed" and given a new name, then forced to be used in the Seanchan armies, fighting their countrymen, killing hundreds of them, and all the while broken in the worst way to the point that all they want to do is please their mistress, know as a sul'dam while the captured women are known as damane. As allways, Pelane's weaves were so incredibly complex that even she had trouble keeping up with herself sometimes. Once again, Pelane silently thanked her Great-Grandfather for the gifts she had inherited from him that allowed her to perpetually hold onto the One Power and create Weaves that were more elegant than any of those that were woven by one who did not have the blood of the Dragon in their veins. While deep in her thought, Pelane failed to notice a mistake in her Weavings, a mistake that would most likely produce unknown effects that could prove disasterous, effects which might even kill Pelane, or worse, burn out her ability to channel when they are loosed. Finally!, Pelane thought, The weave is finished! careless in her elation at finishing the weave and eagerness at the opportunity to test it, she loosed it at the prisoner shackled to the corner of the Palace's deepest dungeon. Pelane felt no remorse at using this prisoner, mainly because it was a captured der'sul'dam, or a master sul'dam. as soon as the weave touched the prisoner, Pelane could feel the Pattern ripple as she finally realized that she had made a mistake somewhere, although she knew not where. As the Pattern rippled down to the very last thread, something changed, as if reality itself had just been altered. The last thing Pelane thought as she started to lose consciousness was "what if it was not reality that had been altered, but me?" "Wh...where...where am I?" Pelane asked groggily of no one in particular as she started to sit up. She was somewhat surprised when she recieved a reply. "Why, you're in Ponyville, of course!" a pink pony said enthusiastically. "Ponyville? I've never heard of such a place." Pelane responded to the pink pony without really paying attention. "Wait... did you just... talk?" Pelane asked as she started to come back to her senses. "of course, silly filly! how else would i answer your question!?" the pink pony said as she gave Pelane a perplexed look. "By the way, you still havent introduced youself! My name is Pinkie Pie!" the pink...er...Pinkie said. Feeling a strange mix of curiosity and wariness, Pelane gave Pinkie her name. "Pelane? what sort of name is that?" Pinkie asked. "well...its Andoran." Pelane answered as she tried to get up and failed miserably, landing flat on her face. Pelane slowly got back to a sitting position and looked herself over to find that she too was a pony. "what the..." she started, remembering the previous night and her mistake. "whats an Andoran?" Pinkie asked, not drawing attention to Pelane's fall. "Andoran as in from Andor, the country i'm from." Pelane answered, taking notice of Pinkie's obvious confusion. "Could you please tell me what Country we are currently in?" Pelane asked, trying to figure out where she was, for she could not tell more than the fact that she was on top of a hill with a small tree on it. "well thats a silly question! we're in Equestria, of course!" Pinkie answered. "Pinkie... are there any other peo...ponies...around here?" Pelane asked cautiously. Pinkie Pie face-hooved. "I knew i was forgetting something!! i need to introduce you to the others! come on, follow me!" and with that Pinkie started bounding of ftowards a town that Pelane could just see in the distance. She took a quick look around and shrugged, clumsily starting after the seemingly inexhaustable pink pony.
New Friends and a Dragon of a Different SortPinkie Pie slowly led Pelane through the pony-filled town and over to what appeared to be a missive tree that was hollowed out and made into a dwelling of sorts. "We're here!" Pinkie announced cheerily. Pelane looked dubiously at the "house" and stepped inside after Pinkie's insistance. there were books ligning several shelves on the walls, proclaiming this to be either a shop or a study of some sorts. "OH TWILIGHT!!" Pinkie shouted. "what can i do for you Pinkie?" a purple unicorn asked as she came around a corner, reading a book even as she walked. "I met a new pony outside the town and I wanted you to meet her." Pinkie announced. Twilight, for that must be her name, looked up from the book she was reading and smiled when she saw Pelane. "Ah i see that you have. and may I ask what your name is?". Pelane returned the smile, although a little wary of what this Twilight might do. "My name is Pelane, and may i say it is a pleasure to meet you madam...?" Twilight giggled "oh just call me Twilight. would you by any chance want a drink?" Right as Pelane was about to politely decline the offer, a voice came from down from upstairs. "whats all the noise about? you guys woke me from my nap." Twilight rolled her eyes. "thats just Spike. he can be sometimes be grumpy if he's woken from a nap, although that can be said of most dragons." at the word 'dragon' Pelane attention pricked up. "I'm sorry, but did you just say dragon?" "yes, i did. spike is a baby dragon." twilight replied, as if it were no matter of consequence. "are you bragging about me again twi?" a small scaled creature with spines running down his back said from halfway down the stairs. Pelane scoffed as soon as she saw the little reptile. "a dragon? looks more like a Racken youngling to me!" "what is a Racken?" twilight and Pinkie asked simultaneously. "It is a flying reptile used by the Seanchan to transport troops and scout areas" Pelane explained. "what are the Seanchan?" Pinkie asked."They are the..." Pelane hesitated, not wanting to reveal anything about the war, "you know what? forget i said anything..." "Okay!" Pinkie smiled, while Twilight took on a confused look. Who is the Seanchan? And why was this strange mare so hesitant to talk about them? "So... where do you come from?" Twilight asked, hoping to get some of her questions answered and perhaps reveal more of Pelane's past. "I'm from Caemlyn" Pelane replied, trying to avoid mentioning the palace. "Caemlyn? wheres that?" Twilight said with interest. Pelane shook her head. "I could not tell you, for any answers i give you will likely only lead to more confusion. I may be able to show you, though it might take some time." Pelane could still feel Saidar courcing through her, although she did not know what effects this place might have on the True Source, or the Gateways themselves.
Questions and TheoriesQueen Talana woke abruptly. something was wrong, and she could feel it down to her very core. What was that massive burst of Saidar being channeled? Talana asked herself as she sat up. She was on her bed in her private quarters, located on one of the higher levels of the Royal Palce of Andor, a graceful palace, as all Ogier built things are, but any who had ever seen the wonders of Tar Valon and the White Tower would not bat an eyelash at its beauty. Talana looked downwards, towards where she could see the glow of a woman channeling before it quickly winked out, but it was so powerful that she could feel it, even above the other channelers in the palace. Talana quickly dressed in clothing apropriate for whatever might be afoot, even as her maid informed her that one of the Aes Sedai had requested her presence in the palace dungeons, specifically the one her sister used for her foolish experiments. It figured that she would be behind a Weave of that magnitude, although even she would have burnt herself out without the use of a Sa'Angreal to aid her in holding that much of the One Power. Could she have possible managed to find the female Choedan'Kal that was discover near a decade past and hidden away with various wards to protect it? No, at least one of the wards protecting the Choedan'Kal would have been designed to alert someone, be it her or the nearest Aes Sedai. Not to mention that compared to what that Ter'Angreal could unleash, what occured earlier was nothing. By the time Talana had thouroughly mulled all this over, she was standing at the entrance to the Palace Dungeons, about to start down the steps towards her sisters little play-area. Talana channeled, Weaving Fire and Air to create a glowing white ball suspended in mid air abover her sholder, and then Talana started down into the dungeons whith her more encompassing light. When she arrived at her sisters "study", she was more than surprised at what she found. Half a dozen Aes Sedai were standing around the room while their Warders and the few bonded Asha'man stayed outside. The room held little decoration except for the Dragon Banner hanging on the wall and the old symbol of the Aes Sedai painted onto the floor. What caught her off guard, however, was the completely decayed skeleton shackled to the wall, the large scorch mark on top of the painting on the floor, and the presence of the Accepted on the other side of the room, who was currently being interrogated by two Sisters. "It is good you are here Talana. We have had trouble understanding what has happened here, but perhaps you may be more insightful." one of the Aes Sedai said. Talana immediatly recognized her as Lelevian, one of the decendants of the Aes Sedai that had lived in Emond's Field generations ago, back when The Dragon Reborn still roamed the earth. "I am afraid that at the moment i know even less then you. would you mind filling me in on what we know?" Talana asked, immediately assuming the famously impenetrable Aes Sedai serenity. An Aes Sedai was expected to maintain complete calmness, even when in the middle of a tornado and surrounded by Shadowspawn. "Well we know that it was indeed your sister channeling that massive amount of Saidar, and we know that the Weaves were just as complex as usual. We also know that the shackled skeleton was not a skeleton an hour past." Lelevian replied, looking concerned. "your sister dissapeared in a small explosion shorlty after she released her Weave at the prisoner. It appears that the Weave somehow used the prisoner's life-force as fuel for the Weave instead of your sister being the sole source of power for it." "How do we know all this? was there a witness or are we acting upon assumtions and shadows?" Talana asked, straining to keep her mask intact. She was Seething at what her sister had done and what might have happened had it gone wrong. "It is quite apparent that the Accepted over there has been spying on your sister as she worked in the hopes of learning more advanced and complex weaves, and saw the entirety of what had transpired, athough the weaves formed far to fast for her to comprehend most of them. I must say that it is exceptionally lucky that not even one such as your sister dares to use something as vile as Balefire, or else that Accepted would have learned the weave by now." Lelevian shot Talana a sideways glance, "I am assuming that you would like to speak to her?" "Yes," Talana replied, "I would indeed."
Attempts to TravelThree days had gone by, and Pelane felt that she knew the area well enough to create a gateway. The only reason she had not just Skimmed back was she did not know how far she was from Andor and had no idea how long it would take to get there, considering that the time spent in a Skimmer was directly proportional to the distance between you and the target. Pelane looked around, noting the tree that she awoke next to when she first arrived here. Pelane then looked at Twilight, who had no idea what the One power was, but yet had some other form of magic. "Well are we all ready?" Pelane asked of the three ponies. She had been introduced to a pony named Rainbow Dash, or Dash for short. She was overconfidant, reckless, and overall arrogant. She would fit in well at the Palace. "Ready? I was BORN ready," Dash said. Twilight merely rolled her eyes, intrigued as to what Pelane had meant by 'Gateway'. "So, when is this "gateway" going to get here?" she asked, having never been explained the concept. "Just as soon as I make it Twi" Pelane replied. She had started to grow quite fond of the little purple mare. Lavender she reminded herself, remembering how Twilight reacted when she called her purple. Putting these thoughts aside, she wove a gateway with a grace, elegance, and speed that spoke of much talent and use of the Power. When she released the weave, however, the gateway simply fell apart. Pelane tried to create another, and another and another. By the time five minutes had passed, Pelane had for the first time in her life found herself unable to create the weave for a gateway. "whats wrong Pelane?" Twilight asked, noting the look of frustration and consternation on Pelane's face. "I don't know, but for some reason i cannot weave a Gateway...perhaps i will be forced to Skim." Pelane replied, a note of distress in her voice. What if I cant get home using the One Power, Pelane thought as she weaved a Skimmer. Unfortunately, the Skimmer fell apart as soon as it was released as well. Pelane took on a frown and decided that she should try a basic weave to make sure it wasn't the One Power itself that was failing. She wove Air, using it to pluck an apple off the tree and float it over to her hands. Twilights jaw almost hit the floor at this. "You can use magic!?!?" Twilight said in enourmous disbelief. "How can you use magic without a horn!?" "Because its not the same form of magic that you use Twi," Pelane replied. "What I am using is referred to as Saidar, the female half of the True Source, which is the power that turns the Wheel of Time, as we all know" "The Wheel of Time? What the hay is that? and why is Saidar the female half of this...this "True Source"? Can the men not use it?" Twilight asked, obviously completely entranced by this 'New discovery' that presented a new form of magic that may be usable by all ponies, not just unicorns. "No, the males cannot use Saidar, although they can use Saidin, Which is the male half." Pelane said, having decided to tackle the easiest questions first. "Well whats the difference?" Twilight asked in a somewhat confused voice. "Using Saidar is often described as submitting to its will, and through this submission you are able to control it, Whereas when men use Saidin it is more akin to a constant battle for control, as if you were balancing atop a small rock in a river of lava as it constantly presses further and further against the rock, fighting you all through the experiance. It should also be noted that only a woman can channel Saidar, and only a male can channel Saidin."Pelane explained patiently. "Allright, so what is the Wheel of Time?" Twilight asked, obviously having a much easier time understanding all this than either Pinkie or Dash. "The Wheel of Time is what creates the Pattern, which i can see I will also have to explain to you", Pelane started, knowing full well that this discussion will take some time. "Everyone is but a thread in the Pattern. The Pattern is All things that have been, All things that are, and All things that will be. The Wheel weaves the Pattern as it wills, and thus our fates are decided before we have yet to even discover them." Pelane explained "except in some very rare cases, which my family tries to make less rare." "Yes, The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, but what i am wondering is why it weaved you anywhere near here." The entire group turned to look at the one who spoke. It was a great white pony, with the wings of a pegasus and the horn of a unicorn. "Princess! how nice to see you! this is-" Twilight began, but was abruptly cut off. 'I know who she is." Celestia said, her voice heavy with hatred and her eyes full of loathe.
