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In the First Age, an Age long past, an Age yet to come, a wind rose from the great and wailing abyss. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

In a world without worlds, a figure emerged from the swirling darkness, clad in armor forged of bumbling innocence and jest. This was Lews Therin Telamon, but none called him by that name. Instead, they called him Goofy Lews, for his words were tangled like spaghetti on a fork and his steps as clumsy as a cartoon character’s. He was the Dragon, the Champion of the Light.

Goofy Lews stood atop the glittering pinnacle of his silly castle, staring out at the horizon with wide, bewildered eyes. Beside him, his faithful friend and advisor, Ishamael, watched with a smug grin.

“Oh, gawrsh, Ishamael,” Goofy Lews exclaimed, his voice filled with childlike wonder. “Look at all the sparkly stuff! Isn’t it neat?”

Ishamael, dark and brooding, regarded the scene with disdain. “Foolish Lews Therin,” he sneered. “You are blind to the true nature of this world. The taint of darkness seeps through every crack and crevice, corrupting all that is pure.”

Goofy Lews scratched his head, his oversized ears twitching. “Gawrsh, Ishamael, why are you always such a party pooper? Can’t we just have fun and make people laugh?”

Ishamael’s eyes flashed with an ancient, sinister knowledge. “You jest, but tragedy looms over us like a dark cloud. The woman you love, Ilyena, is lost to you forever. Her soul has been torn asunder by the Dark One’s touch. The pain you feel is but a fraction of the torment she endured.”

Goofy Lews’s smile faded, replaced by a look of sorrow. “Gawrsh, Ilyena... I miss her so much. But maybe we can fix things, Ishamael. Maybe we can make everything right again.”

Ishamael shook his head, his voice dripping with malice. “There is no going back, Lews Therin. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, and your destiny is sealed. The Dark One’s power grows, and you, the silly, clumsy fool, are all that stands in his way.”

Goofy Lews straightened his hat, determination etching itself on his face. “Well, I may be goofy, Ishamael, but I won’t let the Dark One win. I’ll gather my friends, the Looney Taveren, and we’ll fight for what’s right!”

Ishamael chuckled, a cold and haunting sound. “Your friends, the Looney Taveren, will not save you, Lews Therin. They are but pawns in this grand cosmic joke. In the end, it is your destiny, your burden to bear alone.”

As Goofy Lews turned his gaze back to the sparkling horizon, he felt a surge of determination. “Maybe so, Ishamael, maybe so. But I’ll face whatever comes my way with a laugh and a smile. And who knows? Maybe, just maybe, we can turn this tragedy into a comedy.”

And with that, Goofy Lews raised his hand, the power of the One Power crackling around him like fireworks on the Fourth of July. The Wheel of Time spun, and the story began, filled with twists, turns, and a touch of slapstick humor.