More concept writing for Dragon!Egwene au, where Rand and Egwene are twins and not romantically involved. This bit mirrors the scene in the show where Ishamael screws with Rand on the way to the blight. It goes a bit differently with Egwene as the Dragon.
Egwene awoke sharply, blinking to reorient herself. She had been dreaming - had she been dreaming? Something felt odd.
“What did you see?” Moiraine asked, all her Aes Sedai intensity once again solely focused on Egwene. “Dreams have great meaning, especially so close to the Dark One’s prison.” Moraine stepped forward, then arched backwards suddenly, a breathless scream fighting to leave her mouth. Something long and silver protruded from her jaw. A sword.
“No!” Egwene screamed, leaping to her feet. The silver blade retreated, but Moiraine was already dead, her bright eyes dull and pale skin already the color of the Blight’s blasted gray trees. She collapsed in a heap on the ground to reveal the Dark One, eyes aflame, mouth open in that eternal fiery scream.
He wanted her afraid, and she was, but being afraid did not stop her from also being furious. She grabbed Tam's knife and flung herself at the Father of Lies, blade out, and plunged it into his chest as hard as she could.
The Dark One didn’t react. She scrambled backwards, only now remembering that she could channel, that she was the Dragon Reborn and the Creator probably hadn’t put her on the earth to try to stab the Dark One in the face. She grabbed for the Source the way that she remembered Lews Therin grabbing for it in her dreams, but nothing came to her. Drift, she ordered herself as Ba’alzamon reached up and pressed the knife into his body. Drift!
The knife vanished. It was a man looking down at her now - a tall man, attractive, with a well-trimmed beard and a clothing style that she didn’t recognize but tugged on her memory nonetheless. She should recognize it, she almost did, but -
“Much easier to talk this way,” he said, and tilted his head. “You don’t look like him much - perhaps something in the eyes. Strange, how time changes us all.” And then the Dark One, the Father of Lies, reached out and tenderly ran his thumb along her jawbone to the soft skin under her chin.
She slapped his hand away as hard as she could. He didn’t seem bothered; she had a sense that he’d let her hit him. “Oh, sit down,” he said, as if she were a rambunctious child. “We’re finally having a conversation again. This is the best you could muster?” he glanced down at the corpse between the two of them. “One Aes Seda? You came with 99 companions last time, all of them more powerful than her. This - this is sad. You should have least brought the other channelers with you.”
“Shut up,” Egwene said. Drift. “I know that you’re trying to make me doubt myself.” DRIFT!
“I’m doing you a favor, Lews. Old instincts run deep, I suppose. You’d have gotten so much further with a shred of humility - oh look at that, you’ve managed to embrace the Source. ”
It felt so good to hold the One Power again. Egwene turned on the Dark One, hands raised “I’m going to kill you,” she said, starting the painfully slow process of weaving the same fire she’d used against Eamon Valda. She had to be faster. She couldn't image that her fire would be enough, but the prophecies wouldn't exist if she didn't have a chance of winning. And besides, she had to do something.
“She’s barely taught you anything, has she?” The Dark One said. “Those women are going to use you; they’re not capable of anything else. Aes Sedai betrayed you before, and they’ll betray you again. Don’t you remember?”
Egwene unleashed her weave. She swore it was aimed right at the Dark One’s heart, but it seemed to twist in midair to land on the gnarled husk of a tree behind him. A tree which, when set alight, burst into flame like dried grass.
The Dark One’s eyebrows rose, and Egwene had the singular experience of seeing what the Father of Lies looked like when he was amused. “Stubborn as always Lews, now without the firepower to back it up. You tried, I supposed. That’s nice.”
The fire spread, tree to tree. Egwene tried to channel water, but couldn’t make more than a thimbleful. The Dark One watched, head still tilted. “You don’t have to go through this, you know.” The fire had ringed around the two of them and was pressing in, closer and closer. “Would that farmer want this? Tam al”Thor? Or your brother?”
“They both would want me to kill you,” Egwene said, and tackled him. If she was going to burn, so was he. She could have sworn that she felt her arms connect, but then the Dark One was two feet to the left of where he’d been and she was flying past him, crashing into the fiery roots and branches of the now burning Blight. Smoke burned her eyes and fire raced greedily up her clothing. She clamped her jaw shut to keep from screaming as the Power vanished.
The last thing she saw before the flames took her was the Dark One sitting down on a tree stump with an exasperated sigh to watch her burn.
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Egwene gasped awake, eyes burning, skin still too hot. She smacked at fire that was no longer there and tried to cough smoke that didn’t exist from her lungs.
“What? Moirained asked “What did you dream? Dreams have great meaning -”
“The Dark One knows we’re coming,” Egwene said. “Of course it was a dream - I’m so stupid. I should have realized.”
“What did he say?” Moiraine asked, closing the distance. “What happened?”
The muscles in Egwene’s jaw tensed. “Nothing he said is important. All that matters is that I found out that trying to set him on fire won’t work.” She stalked forward, deeper into the Blight. “Let’s go.”
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It's shenanigans time guys
So have this DpxDc idea.
So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)
And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.
Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.
Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.
So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.
In a throne room.
In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)
A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)
He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.
"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.
"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."
Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.
"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie arent causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."
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sometimes we just need someone to pay enough attention.
for the longest time i had been trying to read The Lord of The Rings. everyone had sung the praises for it, over and over. i'd seen clips of the movie and it seemed like it could be fun, but actually reading it was fucking horrible.
my parents had the omnibus - all the books squished into one big tome - and in the 4th grade i started sort of an annual tradition: i would start trying to read TLR and get frustrated after about a month and put it back down. at first i figured i was just too young for it, and that it would eventually make sense.
but every time i came back to it, i would find myself having the exact same experience: it was confusing, weird, and dry as a fucking bone. i couldn't figure it out. how had everyone else on earth read this book and enjoyed it? how had they made movies out of this thing? it was, like, barely coherent. i would see it on "classics" list and on every fantasy/sci-fi list and everyone said i should read it; but i figured that it was like my opinion of great expectations - just because it's a classic doesn't mean i'm going to like experiencing it.
at 20, i began the process of forcing myself through it. if i had to treat the experience like a self-inflicted textbook, i would - but i was going to read it.
my mom came across me taking notes at our kitchen table. i was on the last few pages of the first book in the omnibus, and i was dreading moving on to the next. she smiled down at me. only you would take notes on creative writing. then she sat down and her brow wrinkled. wait. why are you taking notes on this?
i said the thing i always said - it's boring, and i forget what's happening in it because it's so weird, and dense. and strange.
she nodded a little, and started to stand up. and then sat back down and said - wait, will you show me the book?
i was happy to hand it over, annoyed with the fact i'd barely made a dent in the monster of a thing. she pulled it to herself, pushing her glasses up so she could read the tiny writing. for a moment, she was silent, and then she let out a cackle. she wouldn't stop laughing. oh my god. i cannot wait to tell your father.
i was immediately defensive. okay, maybe i'm stupid but i've been trying to read this since the 4th grade and -
she shook her head. raquel, this is the Silmarillion. you've been reading the Silmarillion, not the lord of the rings.
anyway, it turns out that the hobbit and lord of the rings series are all super good and i understand why they're recommended reading. but good lord (of the rings), i wish somebody had just asked - wait. this kind of thing is right up your alley. you love fantasy. it sounds like something might be wrong. why do you think it's so boring?
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