The Gathering Storm

by Brandon Sanderson

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  "No guards will come, Lews Therin," Semirhage said absently, holding up her braceleted hand; the bracelet matched the collar on his neck. "Ive warded the room against listeners. You will find that you cannot so much as move unless I allow it. Youve tried already, and you must see how futile it is. "

  Desperate, Rand reached for saidin again, but found nothing. In his head, Lews Therin began to snarl and weep, and Rand felt almost as if he would join the man. Min! He had to get to her. He had to be strong enough!

  He forced himself toward Semirhage and Elza, but it was as if he were trying to move someone elses legs. He was trapped in his own head, like Lews Therin. He opened his mouth to curse, but nothing came out beyond a croak.

  "Yes, Semirhage said, "you cannot speak without permission either. And I would suggest that you not reach for saidin again. You will find the experience unpleasant. When I tested the Domination Band before, I found it to be a far more elegant tool than those Seanchan adam. Their adam allow some small measure of freedom, relying on nausea as an inhibitor. The Domination Band demands far more obedience. You will act exactly as I desire. For instance. . . . "

  Rand stood up off the bed, his legs moving against his will. Then, his own hand whipped up and began to squeeze his throat just above the neck band. He gasped, stumbling. Frantic, he reached again for saidin.

  He found pain. It was as if hed reached into a burning vat of oil, then drawn the fiery liquid into his own veins. He screamed in shock and agony, collapsing to the wooden floor. The pain made him writhe, his vision growing black.

  "You see. " Semirhages voice sounded distant. "Ah, I had forgotten how satisfying that is. "

  The pain was like a million ants burrowing through his skin and down to the bone. He twisted, muscles spasming.

  Were in the box again! Lews Therin cried.

  And suddenly, he was. He could see it, the black confines, crushing him. His body sore from repeated beatings, his mind frantic to remain sane. Lews Therin had been his only companion. It was one of the first times

  Rand could remember communicating with the madman; Lews Therin had started to respond to him only shortly before that day.

  Rand hadnt been willing to see Lews Therin as part of himself. The mad part of himself, the part that could deal with the torture, if only because it was already so tortured. More pain and suffering was meaningless. You could not fill a cup that had already begun to overflow.

  He stopped screaming. The pain was still there, it made his eyes water, but the screams would not come. All fell still.

  Semirhage looked down at him, frowning, blood dripping from her chin. Another wave of pain washed across him. Whoever he was.

  He stared up at her. Silent.

  "What are you doing?" she said, compelling him. "Speak. "

  "No more can be done to me," he whispered.

  Another wave of pain. It shocked him, and something inside of him whimpered, but he gave no outward reaction. Not because he held the screams in, but because he couldnt feel anything. The box, the two wounds in his side corrupting his own blood, beatings, humiliation, sorrows and his own suicide. Killing himself. He could suddenly and starkly remember that. After all of these things, what more could Semirhage do to him?

  "Great Mistress," Elza said, turning to Semirhage, eyes still seeming faintly dazed by something. "Perhaps now we should—"

  "Quiet, worm," Semirhage spat at her, wiping the blood from her chin. She looked at it. "Thats twice now those knives have tasted my blood. " She shook her head, then turned and smiled at Rand. "You say nothing more can be done to you? You forget, Lews Therin, to whom you speak. Pain is my specialty, and you are still little more than a boy. Ive broken men ten times as strong as you. Stand. "

  He did. The pain had not gone away. She obviously intended to keep using it against him until she got a reaction.

  He turned around, obeying her wordless command, and found Min hanging above the floor, tied by invisible ropes of Air. Her eyes were wild with fear, her arms bound behind her back, her mouth blocked by a woven Air gag.

  Semirhage chuckled. "There is nothing more that I can do, you say?"

  Rand seized saidin—not of his choice, but of hers. The roar of power slammed into him, bringing with it the strange nausea that hed never been able to explain. He fell to his hand and knees, emptying his stomach with a groan as the room shook and spun around him.

  "How odd," he heard Semirhage say, as if distant. He shook his head, still holding the One Power—wrestling with it as he always had to with saidin, forcing that powerful, twisting flow of energy to his will. It was like chaining a tempest of wind, and was difficult even when he was strong and healthy. Now it was nearly impossible.

  Use it, Lews Therin whispered. Kill her while we can!

  I will not kill a woman, Rand thought stubbornly, a figment of a memory from the back of his mind. That is the line I will not cross. . . .

  Lews Therin roared, trying to take saidin from Rand, but without success. In fact, Rand found that he couldnt channel willfully any more than he could step without Semirhages permission.

  He righted himself by her command, the room growing more steady, the nausea retreating. And then he began to form weaves, complicated ones of Spirit and Fire.

  "Yes," Semirhage said, almost to herself. "Now, if I can remember. . . . The male way of doing this is so odd, sometimes. "

  Rand made the weaves, then pushed them toward Min. "No!" he screamed as he did so. "Not that!"

  "Ah, so you see," Semirhage said. "You werent so difficult to break after all. "

  The weaves touched Min and she writhed in pain. Rand continued to channel, tears springing to his eyes as he was forced to send the complex weaves through her body. They brought agony only, but they did it very well. Semirhage must have released Mins gag, for she began to scream, weeping.

  "Please, Rand!" she begged. "Please!"

  Rand roared in anger, trying to stop, unable to. He could feel Mins pain through the bond, feel it as he caused it.

  "Stop this!" he bellowed.

  "Beg," Semirhage said.

  "Please," he said, weeping. "Please, I beg you. "

  Suddenly, he stopped, the torturing weaves unraveling. Min hung in the air, whimpering, eyes dazed from the shock of pain. Rand turned around, facing Semirhage and the smaller figure of Elza beside her. The Black looked terrified, as if shed gotten herself into something she hadnt been prepared for.

  "Now," the Forsaken said, "you see that you have always been intended to serve the Great Lord. We will leave this room and will deal with those so-called Aes Sedai who imprisoned me. We will travel to

  Shayol Ghul and present you to the Great Lord, and then this can all be finished. "

  He bowed his head. There had to be a way out! He imagined her using him to tear through the ranks of his own men. He imagined them afraid to attack, lest they harm him. He saw the blood, death and destruction he would cause. And it chilled him, turned him to ice inside.

  They have won.

  Semirhage glanced at the door, then turned back to him and smiled. "But Im afraid we must deal with her first. Let us be about it, then. "

  Rand turned and began to walk toward Min. "No!" he said. "You promised if I begged—"

  "I promised nothing," Semirhage said with a laugh. "You begged quite prettily, Lews Therin, but I have chosen to ignore your pleas. You can release saidin, however. This needs to be somewhat more personal. "

  Saidin winked away, and Rand felt the withdrawal of power with regret. The world seemed more dull around him. He stepped up to Min, her pleading eyes meeting his. Then he pressed his hand to her throat, gripping it, and began to squeeze.

  "No. . . . " he whispered in horror as his hand, against his will, cut off her air. Min stumbled, and he unwillingly forced her down to the ground, easily ignoring her struggles. He loomed above her, pressing his hand against her t
hroat, gripping it and choking her. She looked at him, eyes beginning to bulge.

  This cant be happening.

  Semirhage laughed.

  Hyena! Lews Therin wailed. Oh, Light! Ive killed her!

  Rand squeezed harder, leaning down for leverage, his fingers squeezing Mins skin and pushing down on her throat. It was as if he gripped his own heart, and the world became black around him, everything darkened except for Min. He could feel her pulse throbbing beneath his fingers.

  Those beautiful dark eyes of hers watched him, loving him even as he killed her.

  This cant be happening!

  Ive killed her!

  Im mad!

  Hyena!

  There had to be a way out! Had to be! Rand wanted to close his eyes,

  but he couldnt. She wouldnt let him—not Semirhage, but Min. She held his eyes with her own, tears lining her cheeks, dark, curled hair disheveled. So beautiful.

  He scrambled for saidin, but could not take it. He tried with every bit of will he had to relax his fingers, but they just continued to squeeze. He felt horror, he felt her pain. Mins face grew purple, her eyes fluttered.

  Rand wailed. THIS CANT BE HAPPENING/ I WILL NOT DO THIS AGAIN/

  Something snapped inside of him. He grew cold; then that coldness vanished, and he could feel nothing. No emotion. No anger.

  At that moment he grew aware of a strange force. It was like a reservoir of water, boiling and churning just beyond his view. He reached toward it with his mind.

  A clouded face flashed before Rands own, one whose features he couldnt quite make out. It was gone in a moment.

  And Rand found himself filled with an alien power. Not saidin, not saidar, but something else. Something hed never felt before.

  Oh, Light, Lews Therin suddenly screamed. Thats impossible! We cant use it! Cast it away! That is death we hold, death and betrayal.

  It is HIM.

  Rand closed his eyes as he knelt above Min, then he channeled the strange, unknown force. Energy and life surged through him, a torrent of power like saidin, only ten times as sweet and a hundred times as violent. It made him alive, made him realize that hed never been alive before. It gave him such strength as hed never imagined. It rivaled, even, the power hed held when drawing from the Choedan Kal.

  He screamed, in both rapture and rage, and wove enormous spears of Fire and Air. He slammed the weaves against the collar at his neck, and the room exploded with flames and bits of molten metal, each one distinct to Rand. He could feel each shard of metal blast away from his neck, warping the air with its heat, trailing smoke as it hit a wall or the floor. He opened his eyes and released Min. She gasped and sobbed.

  Rand stood and turned, white-hot magma in his veins—as when Semirhage had tortured him, yet somehow opposite. As painful as this was, it was also pure ecstasy.

  Semirhage looked utterly shocked. "But . . . thats impossible . . . " she said. "I felt nothing. You cant—" She looked up, staring at him with wide eyes. "The True Power. Why have you betrayed me, Great Lord? Why?"

  Rand raised a hand and, filled with the power he did not understand, wove a single weave. A bar of pure white light, a cleansing fire, burst from his hand and struck Semirhage in the chest. She flashed and vanished, leaving a faint afterimage to Rands vision. Her bracelet dropped to the floor.

  Elza ran toward the door. She vanished before another bar of light, her entire figure becoming light for a moment. Her bracelet dropped to the floor, as well, the women who had held them burned completely from the Pattern.