The Tower glistened as the trees far below its turret waned in the breeze.
Below even the boughs, a field of white flew high above the banner man's
hands. Seven distinct colors swirled out from the centermost point, which
was adorned with a tear of the purest white. The Flame of Tar Valon, symbol
of the Aes Sedai and the female half of the One Power, Saidar.

Beitzy Rossae, of the Red Ajah walked down the hallway with an air of
prestige. The Mother had summoned her, after deliberation with the Head of
the Reds. There was a False Dragon in the far west, and she had been hoping
she would be allowed to take many sisters to capture him and show the world
he was a counterfeit. He could not be the real Dragon Reborn. That would
bring about Tarmon Gaidon, the Last Battle.
Beitzy nodded to the Keeper of Chronicles, and continued into the Amyrlin’s
antor room, and into her office. She was expected.

“Welcome Daughter. We have been waiting.” Kathana Justinia Trevalaer said to
her. She sat on the opposing side of the wide oak desk. The Head of the Red
Ajah sat at an angle, opposite side of the desk that the Mother was on. She
smiled at her Sister, and stood in front of the big desk. There was no
chair. Either she was being reprimanded or this was to be short. She hoped
the latter; it would explain the smile.
Her Ajah Head spoke.
“Sister, I have chosen you to send out of the Tower after that False Dragon.
I have belief you will put him where he belongs; in our hands. He can do no
damage with us.”

“You will be leaving at the Noon Toll, Daughter. I will be giving the
command to the Sword Commander. I believe a high ranking Warder would do
well to lead our forces. Now Daughter, go and capture the False Dragon so we
can move on to other matters.” The Amyrlin said, and straightened some
papers on her desk. She handed them to Beitzy as she turned to leave.


***

Beitzy adjusted her shawl as the Saldaeans look on. Some were a bit uneasy.
With the False Dragon, Guaire Amalasan, close to the Saldaean border with
Arad Doman, Aes Sedai meant battle. The country on the Borderlands faced its
share of Trolloc Raids and fighting, but not with humans as their adversary.
Some looked to them with hope. Some of anger. They could handle a False
Dragon they thought.
The procession of Aes Sedai and the Tar Valon Legions advanced down the road
toward Bander Eban. Where the False Dragon had his grasp. The Aes Sedai
seemed to be in another place in the world. They stayed on their horses and
chatted, and moved the around. Sharp contrast to the marching army.

*

Across the valley, a small group of people evaded the Gaidin who were
scouting. They were woodsmen, and followers of the False Dragon. One perked
his head up and was spotted by a Warder who had found something amiss in the
area. Shouts arose from the surrounding woods and the men ran, followed by
several Warders. Mere moments later, the Warders can back, running at full
speed. Drums were heard from over the hill. The Sedai stopped talking mid
word. Guaire Amalasan’s Fanatics were closer than anticipated.

A cry arose from the woods nearby and thousands of men poured from the
brush. A scant few were clad as a soldier would be. Most wore no armor of
any kind, only clothes they had worn all their lives.

The Gaidin and Fanatics clashed in a frenzy of yells and bright flashes of
steel. Screams of the first dying echoed as the fighting commenced. The
neatly formed lines turned to mush as they bended and squeezed with the
oncoming onslaught of disorder. Some of the center legions were ordered to
turn and flank the chaos on the left. This let a gap in the right to the
middle. A few men filled the gap and advanced pushing through the army.
Little did anyone see that the men weren’t doing the pushing themselves.
This was the work of Saidin, the Male half of the True Source. Forever
tainted was Saidin, but the work of the Dark One long ago. Whomever had
channeled this was doomed to one day go mad and rot within his own body.
This left the Aes Sedai on their own.

Beitzy daydreamingly watched the battle. No one had been wielding any form
of the source, as far as she could see. The False Dragon had to be farther
South. She casually glanced around at her Sisters on the small knoll. They
seemed preoccupied, and some even were briefly chit chatting amongst
themselves.
As her gaze swept back she noticed some men had somehow gotten to their
knoll and were jogging swiftly toward them. The man in front appeared to be
a normal civilian, but he ran with the graze of something more...Almost like
a Warder. She thought. Then it hit her, as he raised his arms as if to throw
air. He is the False Dragon... She screamed and weaved Saidar to make a
fireball. He hurled a blue crackling ball of lightening at her, while she
threw her fireball at him. He was quicker, and as she moved her horse, it
hit the animal and threw her off. She screeched out in pain as she fell on
her side. She glanced up and her world spun. All at once the Oath was
broken. He had harmed a Sister. Certain Ajah’s Aes Sedai stood aghast, while
the Green Ajah and Blue Ajah took action. The sky was suddenly alive with
many sources of light, as each Sister simotaniously weaved the threads into
balls and ropes of pure fire and air. The False Dragon countered them but
was being overwhelmed.
Beitzy was closer to him then any of the others. She scrambled up, feeling
immense pain in her side. The False Dragon spotted her and aimed a golden
ball of fire straight for her. She jumped and landed sideways rolling. She
rolled down the hill and felt her shawl tear and get left behind. She felt
herself smack into feet, stopping her momentum dead. She glanced up into the
face of the False Dragon.
She screamed as she launched a gush of water over the top of his head,
pouring down on her as well. He growled and lunged at her. She saw a bright
flash coming from his hands. While she had rolled down the hill he had
unsheathed his sword. She screamed as he came down on her. She kicked him in
the ribs, but it was too late. He came crashing down sword first. It pierced
her in the stomach as she cried out. He fell onto her, crushing her beneath
his weight. She squeezed her eyes shut as the world spun and blackened.

*

Guaire Amalasan screamed as he was cut from the Source, forever. He was
still overtop the Red Sister, his sword violating her dying body. He
screamed a scream of many deaths, and the clash of steel abated. The False
Dragon held his head in his hands and was now on the ground screaming, as
the armies watched and his followers stood mouths agape. A cry arose from
within their ranks that sent all not in armor running at once. Shouts rose
with their retreat. “The Dragon has been gentled!”

***

The Amyrlin Seat stood on her balcony watching the presentation. It had been
many months since she first had word that the False Dragon had been
detained. In the process, Beitzy Rossae had been killed. By the time the
Yellows had reached to her, she was dead. The Amyrlin sighed. So many men,
and one Sister lost because of one man. One man who could channel.
The Army of Tar Valon entered the city gates and the Mother could see the
Aes Sedai, and the large cage they had aquired. It was large enough to have
several sisters sit in the corners and the False Dragon in the center. He
was likely gagged with a weave of Air. Warders surrounded the cage, but it
was all for show. He had been gentled and could not use the One Power any
longer. He was like any normal human. Tower Law dictated that he be tried by
the Hall of Sitters in Tar Valon, but he had killed a Sister. They had cut
him from the source so quickly and forcefully that he had been gentled. The
Amyrlin wondered if they had not just wanted to do it, regardless of the
Sister being murdered. She shook her head and walked back inside her
quarters. She would have much work to do now that he was brought to the
White Tower. And much work had to be done to cover up the fact that he could
not channel any longer...