Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2004 20:21:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tara North <tremalkinger@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Tower Saga 1

(The usual disclaimer: This story contains details of explicit sexual acts
between females and females, and females and males.  If you're under
eighteen, or are turned off by explicit sexual contact, stop reading here.
Otherwise, enjoy!

This is based in a world roughly taken from Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time
novels.  In an interview I read at www.wotmania.com, he said that he didn't
mind if people wrote stories in his world, as long as they didn't use his
characters.  Keep in mind that I've altered many details to make the story
more in line with what I really think would be and not be.  Knowledge of
The Wheel of Time is not necessary, but it might let you understand things
that I don't take the time to explain.

Feel free to email me with questions, comments or suggestions about my
story and the upcoming chapters.  I hope to be a professional writer
someday, so I'd love to hear from you!)



Chapter 1 -

       I awoke to the crash of thunder outside my windowpane.  More streaks
of lightning flashed through my window, stabbing to the ground faster than
I could count.  I had never been frightened of lightning before, but the
fury of the storm was terrifying.  There was no pattering of rain on the
rooftop either.  The whole storm seemed most unnatural.  Suddenly, I heard
the gong ringing, and stark fear flooded through me.  Everyone in the
Borderlands knew what that gong meant: Trolloc raid.  I saw my father
running, grabbing his sword as he ran.  He called for me, probably to take
my brother and hide, but his words were drowned out by the crashes of a
thunderbolt so near that our windows shattered inwards.  The door broke
open, and several bestial figures ducked under the doorframe.  As I was
peppered with small bits of glass I shrieked and tried to hide my head
under the covers.  I'm not sure why; at sixteen, nearly seventeen, I should
have known that covers were no protection from a Trolloc... however blind
panic has a way of making your mind devoid of logic.  I heard Father
scream, and the running feet of my little brother.  Something tore the
cover off me, and I looked up into the eyes of a Trolloc.  It swung its
Scythesword in a slash at me, but I managed to roll out of the way.  I ran
to my father for protection, though he fought with a beaked Trolloc
himself.  Even as I ran, the Trolloc's blade struck true and he started to
fall, red coating his chest.  I cried out for him, and yet I knew the
truth.  I grabbed him as he fell, my hands slicking with blood.  I turned
around to see the two Trollocs moving towards me slowly.  They obviously
had no intent to kill, their swords by their sides.  I knew the horrible
truth then: that I was about to be taken captive by the monsters, a fate
much worse than death.  I cast my hands forward, feeling my despair and
hatred flow out of me in red waves.  Suddenly, the two Trollocs exploded
into flames, their death cries ringing out and seeming to echo through the
house.  As the horrid smell of burning flesh struck my nostrils, the world
faded into blackness as I collapsed.

       Sleep claimed me, though not restful slumber between the days.  It
was sleep wracked with dreams of fire, blood and death.  I had little
perception of time, other than I knew that days were passing me by as my
body refused to wake.

       I finally woke up with my blond hair tangled in my eyes.  My head
was pounding terribly, and the bright sun didn't help any.  My body was
feverish, but a cool zephyr blew about me as it breezed down our path.  I
felt a slight bumping, and I realized that I was in a makeshift gurney,
being carried down a forested path, carried by two muscular men.  Both wore
dark green tunics over chain mail shirts and had vicious looking swords in
their belts.  They had swirling cloaks on that never seemed to be the same
color, playing tricks on my eyes.  Then, I noticed I was still in my
nightgown.  I went to bed bare under my nightgown, so I adjusted my garb so
that it was a bit more decent.  I shielded my eyes from the sun as I tried
to look at the man's at the head of the gurney's face.  He smiled.  I heard
feminine voices from up ahead of me.

       "Really now, Rena, I had always thought that five was kind of
excessive, but they are useful now.  Combined them with Nicholas here and
we have enough to carry the girls all the way to Tar Valon even without our
horses."  The voice was melodious and tender.  Another voice, presumably
Rena, responded with a laugh that was so beautiful it made my heart skip a
beat.

       "Willow, they are very useful, for so many different things."  I
looked around, trying to figure out what under the Light they were talking
about.  I noticed that next to me were four more men, each carrying similar
gurneys..  The voices had talked about six somethings, and I guessed they
were talking about the men.  The women had talked about the men like they
owned them... five for one and one for the other.

       In the gurneys were girls that I knew: Amanda and Jessica.  Amanda
was a friend of a friend; tall, forceful, almost to the point of being a
bully sometimes.  She thought she could talk you into doing what she
wanted.  I blushed when I looked at her.  She was wearing only a sheet, and
it showed ample skin that was white as snow.  She had a fair number of boys
chasing her back home, despite how commanding she could be.  Jessica looked
a little more decent, in a blue skirt split for riding and a white top.
Her skin was darkly tanned.  The man carrying me called out.  "Rena, this
one is awake."

       The men stopped, and I could hear the girls next to me starting to
stir.  A woman in green walked over to me.  I barely stifled a gasp at her
clothing, if it could be called that.  A girl wearing something like that
at home would be whipped for indecency.  She wore a skirt cut off at her
mid thigh, so that it was barely a foot long.  Her shirt barely went to the
bottom of her breasts, and lying down as I was on the gurney, I could see
up her shirt.  I couldn't put an age to her, probably her mid twenties, but
by the Light she was beautiful.  She came over to me and put her hand on my
forehead, her eyes closed.  I glanced sideways, and saw the other women
doing similar things to the other girls.  After a few moments, she opened
her eyes.  She smiled in a loving manner, and started to talk to me.

       "Do you know who you are?" she said.

       "I am Tara, my father is Reginald, and my mother..." she cut me off
quickly.

       "OK, what's the last thing you remember?"

       "I remember... oh Light!  My family!  Are they OK?"

       "Well, I'm not sure."  There was deceit in her eyes, and she made
little effort to conceal it.  I clung to the hope that she was
wrong... that I was wrong... and that they yet lived.  "I'll see if I can
find out.  The important thing is that you are safe now.  You are what is
called a Wilder.  Do you know what that means?"  I shook my head no, barely
concentrating.  "It means that you will begin to touch the One Power
whether you wish to or not.  So will your friends here.  We are taking you
to Tar Valon, to be trained as Aes Sedai."  I knew my mouth must have been
hanging open, but I didn't care.  Tar Valon?  Aes Sedai?  I had heard of
them, of course, but they were legends... enigmas.  "Well, you had best get
your rest now, dear."  Ignoring my protests and half started questioning,
she touched my forehead, and the world spiraled into darkness again.

	I awoke again in the middle of the night.  There were two bodies
near me; I thought that they were Amanda and Jessica.  I was in some sort
of sleeping bag.  In the moonlight I could see Rena in her indecent, green
clothes.  There was another of the women; the one who I thought was named
Willow.  I got my first good look of Willow, in her billowing yellow dress.
It looked like something suited to go to a gala in, not tramp around in the
woods.  They seemed to be whispering to one another, but I could hear them
quite clearly.

       "Don't worry, all six of our Warders are out patrolling, plus that
wench Grenthal.  No one is going to come by, friendly or otherwise."

       "Well, it has been a long time.  I thought they we were never going
to find anyone who could become even a Novice, and yet three powerful
Wilders in one village..."

       "Hush, Willow, you talk too much."

       I couldn't see to well, but it looked like they began kissing.  I
had kissed girls before, like my mother and my friends, but this was a kiss
of passion, I could tell.  The kiss continued, and they locked their arms
around each other's back.  I felt repulsed, yet strangely attracted by it.
I had never seen anything like it.  Rena quickly peeled off that skimpy
top, and like I had seen, wore nothing underneath it.  She pressed her
breasts against Willow's face, holding Willow's mass of red curls to her
chest.  She moaned softly, rubbing her hands up and down Willow's back.
She began to unlace the gala dress that Willow wore.  I knew I should have
been gagging, or at the very least turning away, but for some reason I kept
watching, with a morbid fascination.  Willow sat down in a chair suddenly.
In the back of my mind I wondered where they had gotten a chair, for there
were no horses to carry luggage, and I surely would have noticed a chair on
the backs of one of the strange men apparently called Warders.  But that
was only in the back of my mind.  Rena was kneeling, pushing the billowy
layers of Willow's dress back to expose her legs, then her waist.  I gasped
so loudly that they had to have heard me, but they didn't appear to have.
Willow wore no smallclothes under her dress.  Rena had her head nestled
between Willow's spread legs, and Willow arched her back in the chair, her
hands on Rena's head.  She was moaning, obviously in ecstasy.  She ran her
hands over the front of her shirt, pinching her own nipples through the
thick fabric.  She pulled her arms out of the shirt and lowered it so that
her perfect skin reflected in the moonlight from the waist up.  Her dress
was all scrunched around her middle, and she was still bucking her waist
into Rena's face.  Her back arched further and she took in air in a sharp
intake, stayed with all her muscles taut for a few endless seconds, then
finally settled back down gasping.

       Rena came up from between Willow's legs, her lips and most of her
face glistening with Willow's juices.  They kissed again, harder this time,
and I could see Rena's hand gently stroking in between Willow's own legs.
Panting, Willow stood and shook out of her dress entirely, laying it upon
the ground closer to me.  Rena quickly laid upon the dress, first pointing
her legs up in the air out at opposite angles, then letting the legs drop
at the knees but keeping them up in the air.  Her skirt quickly rode up to
above her waist, revealing her mound.  I could see it was as bare as a
newborn's, gleaming as though wet.  Willow dove onto it eagerly, licking
Rena while reaching up and rubbing her breasts.  Rena cooed down at Willow,
at first appearing to remain in control, but she quickly began to moan,
looking up into the sky and gasping.  She grabbed those red curls and
pushed her head down, nearly screaming as Willow delved her tongue into her
deep folds.  Willow's hand went up to Rena's waist, sliding a finger in and
out of Rena's lips as she licked wildly.  Rena's eyes looked like they were
about to pop out of her head as she let out a single sharp cry, and then
opened her mouth several more times as quiet gasps.  I closed my eyes for a
long moment.  I felt a heat inside me, though it wasn't fever, and I also
felt lightheaded, short of breath, and above all else, confused.  When I
opened my eyes, I saw Willow was fully clothed, standing guard near me, and
as I turned over, I saw Rena at the other end of the three sleeping bag
line.  She also looked like nothing had happened.  I couldn't have imagined
it.  I couldn't have.  Exhaustion swept over me.

       The two men who had been carrying me were gently pulling me out of
my sleeping bag.  I heard Rena tisk as I awoke, and I hoped I hadn't gotten
the nice men in trouble for waking up.  They gently set me on the gurney
again as I rubbed by eyes.  The unyielding sun was there, but I shielded my
eyes and looked up.  Rena's face was there, in all its perfection.  She
smiled at me.  "You are going to be a great one when we get to Tar Valon.
I can tell.  You need your rest though.  Most times, after your first use
of the One Power, it might take you as long as two weeks of near constant
sleep to recover.  Don't worry, it gets better."  I felt sleep overtaking
me again.  The last thing I saw was Rena's hungry eyes looking at me.  I
felt... content.