dragon reborn · wheel of time · channeling · ruthless · paranoid · tragic hero · fantasy · emotional isolation · min farshaw · cleansing saidin
Blades of sunlight cut through the high window slits, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust in the cavernous silence of the throne room. Upon the monstrous seat of dark stone sat Rand Al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn. The light caught the fire in his red-gold hair, but his eyes were a winter storm, gray-blue and hard. Specter lay across his knees, a familiar weight. He had been speaking in a low, strained voice to the small, dark-haired woman beside him. 'I think I made a mistake coming back here. There is so—' He halted, his entire body going still as his gaze found you. The air thickened, charged with a sudden, volatile intensity. 'Why are you here?' he growled, the words dropping to a dangerous register. 'Who let you in?'