TWT's Lore Book 2

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Title: TWTs LORE BOOK 2

Author: TWT Loremaster

TWT Loremaster sat at his writing table, the warmth from the fireplace filling the room.

The rainfall and winds of the storm grew stonger with each passing day.

The Loremaster has kept the passing events of TWT, and those surrounding it, since the beginning of time itself.

The history of TWT did not start with Draken Korin and the setting of the Stone, those many years ago on the lands of Atlantic.

The Wheels were set in motion before any still living being could remember, before even the lands themselves appeared.

The thunder shook the Loremaster's small cottage as it boomed seemingly at his front door, the very seat that he sat in still shaking.

Or was that the Loremaster himself shaking?? He pushed that question to the back of his mind. The Loremasters hand began the keeping of time itself again, his eversteady script filling the parchment. The thunder again ripped at his house, this time bringing the Loremaster up out of his chair, looking like an old man no longer. His front door had been pushed open at the intrusion of the winds.

Could the floors of his home still be shaking he wondered, as he made his way to the door to secure it.

Shutting the door, throwing the bolts across now, to ensure it stayed closed, he made his way back to his writing table.

As he sat down and placed quill in hand to begin the writings again, his mouth opened in horror. A large smudge of ink was scattered across the page.

Standing again, this time looking every bit a man as old as the Lands themselves, he made his way over to the fire at the other end of the room.

The thunder again demanded to be heard from. This time the Loremaster paid it no heed. As he stood in front of the fire now, the tears down his cheeks glistening in the fires light.

The Loremaster thought back to the one time before he had done such a thing, had ALLOWED such a thing to happen.

Gods, was the Wheel spinning the Loremaster, or was he the one sitting at the Wheel spinning time itself???

The Loremaster stood starring into the fire, he harkened back to the one time his hand had seen an unsteady moment before.

The coming of The Breaking of the World itself was foretold by the Loremasters hand, his hand alone.

He could not help but think his unsteady hand had brought on those times so long ago.

Had he just now set the Wheel in motion once again???

The moans of a woman about to enter into motherhood filled the air.

She would breath when she was told to do so, and push, squeezing her husbands hand, when so instructed.

The mid-mother had been very firm on her doing what she was told, when she was told to do so.

Not many were allowed the luxury of this particular mid-mothers ways. She was not kind, nor was she unkind, but she was good enough at her craft that others would travel many miles to benefit from her ways. Much like her and her husband had done when she started feeling the moment arriving.

As the time drew near, her thoughts drifted back to a day, long ago, on the docks. The day, after waiting many months for, that she had felt such happiness and joy in her heart. She had left those docks thinking she would never live again, not like she had lived before learning her father had died falling overboard.

But live she did, she went on living, and living and still living. Even her husband was not aware of her true age. For they had come together only four years ago.

How could she tell him? How could she tell him something she herself had no answer for?

She only knew that the man on the docks, the dark skinned man with the long hair, had touched her in a way she had never been touched before. It seemed as if he had awakened something inside of her, but she was not sure how he had done so, only that he had.

When the dark skinned man and her eyes had met, he seemed as frightened as she had been at what he had done. She never saw or heard from him again.

She only knew from that day on she seemed to have not aged at all. She also had a strange way of knowing certain things before they happened. But she had always seemed to have had that way about her, even before that day, only its stronger now.

She did not look a day over 30, yet she was close to 200 years old, and about to give birth!!!

A baby's cries filled the air now, her moaning had stopped, she had not even noticed the birth thru her thoughts.

Her husband was standing next to her, the tiny baby in his arms, holding the new life up in the air, showing his wife. The smile on his face seemed one that he would never be able to supress.

She smiled back and whispered, loud enough for him to hear, "We will call her Tabitha."

Draken sat firmly on the log, breathing a heavy sigh, feeling it was finally safe to stop running.

But, he never felt he would truely be safe. For over 150 years he had not felt that fear, yet they now had found him, and again he would be hunted.

He lowered his head catching sight of his uncleaned sword, the blood from the Duel still marking it. Since he had come to these Lands he had forsaken his Power, becoming one of the more accomplished Dueling Swordsman.

Draken stood slowly, walking to a stone close by, driving the blade home with all his might.

Draken called on the One Power, locking the sword in its new home with a tight cast.

10 YEARS LATER

Draken concentrated, channeling the One Power, lifting the stone and lowering it into the hole he had dug. Slowly, he focused intense heat onto the stone. Letters, then words, began to form, until it was done.

THE WHEEL OF TIME.

TWT.

--thus was the time of birth of TWT Guild--

TWT Loremaster sat at his writing table, the storm still raging outside.

The Loremaster's eyelids were heavy from days without rest, his hand moving across parchment, recording Time at a fevered pace.

Many times the Loremaster would simply record time and not realize his writings until much later, when he was able to go back and reread what he had chronicled. This was not such a time.

His hand stopped suddnely, a pained look on the Loremasters face.

Tears filled his eyes, already now brimming over. He moved away from the writing table quickly, unable to contral his sobs, he did not want his tears to stain the records.

The Loremaster stood by the fire, unable to warm his chills. He stared into the fire, his eyes dancing with the flames.

So now the Loremaster knew why the storm had not lessened and continues to grow. Why his hand had gone unsteady those few days ago, marking his parchment with ink.

The Loremaster seemed mesmorized by the fire.

Almost afraid to go back to his writing table to begin again the recordings of time. What was the point anymore?

His sobs and tears had not lessened with his thoughts, only grew steady.

Tabitha, TWT's Amyrlin Seat, has left us.