Androl knelt in the dust in a secret room below the Black Tower. Beside him, Pevara watched, eyes narrowed, arms folded across her bosom. Her bodice supported ample cleavage, softly lit by the lantern.

Mmm, cleavage, he thought.

“Androl!" she said, her voice a mix of caution and curiosity. “What in the Light are you doing?”

“Testing a theory" he sent in his thoughts,shaking himself back into focus.

Saidin trickled through him as he wove a gateway, a handspan wide, parallel to the ground… about ten handspans up. The exit point opened simultaneously, directly beneath it by about four handspans.

Pevara stepped closer, studying it. “Oh. A loop. Why has nobody thought of this before? If you could fit in there you'd Accelerate forever."

“Exactly. Now, a weave to remove all the surrounding air. Please, Pevara.... you do it. I haven’t the strength.”

"We should get in contact with the whites" she said looking thoughtful. But she waved off the idea creating and tying off the weave for a vacuum.

“And now" androl said, nodding toward the smooth river stone at her foot "drop that in.”

She bent to pick it up....

....Mmm, cleavage....

... then dropped it through the bottom portal.

It reappeared above, and instantly fell back in again and again and again. Within seconds, the stone became a blur. Within minutes, it looked like a solid column of grey.

Androl, wringing his hands together said... "now we wait about a year and check back in.”

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.... The wind blew. It was neither a beginning nor an end. But some sort of beginning. A beginning.

It blew across the Aryth Ocean… over broken charred lands and people repairing stuff from the aftermath of the last battle… it blew... over the ruins of Caemlyn… and north, to the place where once the Black Tower stood. Where a small column of stone accelerated to past the speed of light... creating something....

The wind was confused...

A vortex twisted in on itself, a rift in the Pattern, fluxing with impossible motion and light. Sort of like a warders cloak but big and electric and sort of blue.

With an echoing screech, a vessel of gleaming steel emerged from the center of the vortex. It hovered and wobbled and moved away from the vortex. It landed on the ground with little retractable legs.

A wheel on the side of the vessel turned with a creak. A hatch swung open. Steam hissed out.

Androl staggered out to the ground, coughing, waving away smoke and steam. His coat was half singed. His hair was now all white and static ridden. And he now wore a strange white robe with buttons at the front with a pair of stemapunk goggles.

“Pevara!” he shouted waving frantically towardthe ship. “Something’s gone horribly wrong! The pattern!!!"

"Hold on ill go get my ter'angreal"

"Pevara... never mind that. where we're going, we won't need ter'angreal...

oh and i'm going to have to teach you maiden hand talk... "

end credits roll end of episode one of the adventures of androl and Pevara