The Wheel of Time

The Dark One is waking.

His whispers are already in the backs of our minds.

But there will be one who can stand against him.

The Dragon has been born again.

- And it's one of you. - You've fully lost your mind.

I've heard about the bond

between an Aes Sedai and their Warder.

That you feel what she feels.

It could be warmer.

- Better? - Much.

Before you,

I had nothing to live for and nothing to die for.

This power, it's meant for women.

And women alone.

And when you touch it,

you make it filthy.

The Dark One corrupted the One Power

so men couldn't use it without going mad.

You have to watch him.

I've healed him of his connection to the dagger,

but it was feeding off the darkness in him

as much as he was of it.

If he touches it again, he may be lost forever.

I'm worried about him.

His eyes when Valda was torturing him.

They went golden, like a wolf's.

I'm no Aes Sedai, but you could be.

You don't listen to the wind, Egwene.

It's the wind that listens to you.

The most powerful channeler

we've seen in 1,000 years.

If I'm as powerful as you say I am,

maybe it's you, Aes Sedai, who shouldn't underestimate me.

The Wheel calls you to this,

whether you can bear it or not.

The Last Battle is coming.

What is it?

The Horn of Valere.

To be blown at the Last Battle.

There are Darkfriends inside our walls.

If we do not stop the Dark One now

while he is still weak,

the whole world will turn to darkness.

- Mat! -

I need a message delivered to the Tower.

There is a man that they must find.

Mat Cauthon.

To whom should I send this message?

The Red Ajah.

Moiraine masked our bond.

Rand.

You cannot escape your fate.

You are the Dragon Reborn.

It was here.

In the center.

Egwene.

I felt it.

The madness.

Tell them I died here.

Tell them I didn't make it back.

Where's Rand?

He's gone.

Unmask the bond.

- - I can't touch

the Source.

It's cuendillar.

I thought that heartstone

couldn't be scratched.

Not even the One Power could break it.

So did I.

What does it mean?

That this wasn't the Last Battle.

I fear it was the first.

[roaring, screeching in distance]

- -

- -

Where is he now, the one who walks the world,

the one who was and will be

but is not yet the Dragon,

Rand al'Thor?

He released me at the Eye of the World,

and he thinks he can hide.

He cannot.

We are to kill him?

Perhaps he can be turned to my use.

Sooner or later, it will be served,

in this age or another.

Mum.

- Excuse me. -

We're in the middle of a meeting.

A quite important one, really.

Oh.

Let me guess.

There's something outside.

A monster, perhaps?

Come on.

A lot of people call me a monster, too, you know.

Along with a litany of other unflattering names.

Father of Lies.

Betrayer of Hope.

Forsaken.

Do you know why they call me and the other Chosen

such hideous things?

No.

'Cause if they called me what I really am,

no one would be afraid.

After all, how do you prove you're not a monster?

How do you prove that the things you're doing are good or evil?

Right or wrong?

Look at this creature.

Part man.

- - Part animal.

It's so hard to be something between.

What if he isn't evil?

What if he isn't wrong?

What if he's just...

hungry?

- Look at me. -

Do I look like a monster to you?

No.

I knew I liked you.

You see?

It's all right.

Go on.

You try.

- -

- -

- -

- -

- You're late. -

Verin. Must you speak so loudly?

Are you hungover?

I'm speaking at a perfectly normal volume.

Could you move to the left a little?

Perfect.

Mm.

Lan!

You know, it is so warm today,

and it must be unbearable swinging your sword

- wearing such heavy woolen trousers. -

A rider's coming.

- - Another one of her visitors, hmm?

- Must be. -

- That's 20. - Mm.

Still no word from Moiraine about who they are,

what news they bring?

Don't look at me.

She doesn't tell me any more than she tells you.

Mm-hmm?

Another visitor is here for you.

Send him in.

This one is from Illian.

Send him in.