In the world inspired by Robert Jordan's epic "Wheel of Time," a different tale unfolds-one of family, love, and legacy. "Wheels of Kin: A Mother-Daughter Journey" takes you on an enchanting adventure through the eyes of Elara a young girl as she na...
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The snow fell gently, a serene blanket covering the battleground where the echoes of the recent conflict lingered. Alanna and Elara, their voices intertwined in a melancholic harmony, sang a haunting melody as the fallen were tenderly laid to rest. Shallow graves, shrouded in white, cradled the men and women from both sides of the battle, each adorned with a candle flickering softly in the winter breeze.
Lan, his demeanor solemn, laid the King of Ghealdan to rest with the respect befitting a fallen leader. Stepin, flanked by the remaining Aes Sedai, carried Kerene Sedai's lifeless form. Each Aes Sedai held a candle, their faces etched with somber reflection. Stepin, guided by grief, gently removed Kerene's ring, placing it on a cord around his neck. His eyes lingered on her face, a silent farewell etched with longing. Lan's hand rested on Stepin's shoulder, offering silent support in the shared mourning.
As the last body was laid in the ground, Moiraine, with a candle in hand, approached Kerene's final resting place. With a gentle touch, she recited the prayer, "May the last embrace of the Mother welcome you home." Lan, beside her, shared a meaningful look that hinted at the unspoken complexities of their future.
Elara, her eyes filled with soft tears, observed the bond between a Warder and an Aes Sedai, understanding the weight of such a connection. Thirty-three candles illuminated the circle of graves, a solemn tribute to those who had given their lives. The Aes Sedai stood at the center, a collective presence offering tribute to the fallen.
The haunting melody continued, carried by the winter breeze, as the company stood together, united in their grief and the shared burden of the battles they had faced. The snow-covered landscape bore witness to the cost of their struggles, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of duty and destiny.
ONE MONTH LATER
The landscape rolled beneath them as the group rode on horseback, a silent procession marking the passage of time. The snow-covered ground bore witness to the month that had slipped away since the tumultuous events surrounding Logain's release.
Elara, now sixteen, rode alongside the Aes Sedai, her thoughts a tumultuous mix of anticipation and apprehension. The chain attached to Logain's shackle clinked softly as the group moved forward. Maksim led him, his vacant expression a stark contrast to the once proud man who had sought to claim the title of Dragon Reborn.
In the midst of the journey, Lan and Moiraine rode together, their horses side by side. The conversation between them was a familiar dance of shared history and unspoken understanding.
Lan looked around, "A long time since we've been home."
Moiraine reflected "Do you still think of it as home?"
"Don't you?'
Moiraine smirking, "This saddle is home. This cloak. These boots. That unpredictable teenager. This brooding man at my side."
