Fear. Pain. Panic. Emotions whirled through Dazar’s being, consuming any rational thoughts he may have had, and send him skipping through this Mirror-World. The power of emotions fed his adrenalin, and gave him the strength to channel again. He threw a weave together, and came out in what he assumed was Cairhien, save that these men were not the tall proud Carhiens he remembered, no these men were short, and diminutive, much like men from Andor from his land. Confused, and still frightened, he came out near the Stone of Tear, this time his gateway sliced through a cart, and its’ driver. Blood splattered on the cobblestone and mud street. People screamed, and guards rushed him. With a casual gesture he consumed the first guard in Fire, then remembering his waning strength, he fled once more.

To a place he knew both in his nightmares, and in his waking insanity. It was odd that every place he had been to in this new world that he had been transported to, that things had been different. Little things here and there, like architecture, and big things like people and accents. Here everything was the same. Dazar stood panting on the smoking, black land of Shayol Ghul. For a moment he wondered how his arrival could have been unnoticed, then for a horrid panic filled moment he thought that Tarmon Gaidon had begun here too. But after a moment that fear was put to rest as four Myrdraal appeared around, as silent and swift as shadows. Their blades where as black as night, each pointing at him in silence, Dazar growled, arrogance once again filling him, and fear fleeing from his consciousness.

“You dare point you blades at a Chosen?” The one in front of him tilted his head slightly, as if eyeing him up. Too late Dazar remembered where he was. He clenched his fists, feeling power well up in him. Then a blinding blow hit him from behind and he knew no more.

When he regained consciousness, two Myrdraal were in the process of throwing him at the feet of a man before him. The third one hissed. “This one claims to be Chosen.” The man before him turned to study Dazar. The man wore all black, and possessed an insane manner, which while powerful was also terrifying. All that paled thought, as Dazar realized he was again in the Bore……..fear consumed him, but he tamped it down as the man spoke.