All characters in this fiction are originally creations of J.K. Rowling. The exeption to this is the character of Nadiera Godesin. The concepts of Aes Sedai and channeling the One Power are originally from Robert Jordan.
The heat rising from the earth did not deter the lone Aes Sedai as she made her way to the site that was marked on the map that had been given to her. Dried-out grass crunched under her boots, and though an Aes Sedai usually never lets anyone see her sweat, it was evident that she was tired and overheated. She headed to a large, cylindrical stone set in the ground, covered with symbols and words from an Age long past. The stone was low enough for someone to sit on, though one never should sit on a Portal Stone, especially if she could channel. She'd never know where she'll wind up...
Nadiera Godesin turned the map over. She looked carefully at the lettering written on it, and then leaned down and compared it to the writing on the Stone. Her friend and fellow Aes Sedai Liandrin had given this map to her before her mysterious disappearance from the White Tower last year. Nadiera couldn't believe the rumors that her fellow Red Sister could be a Darkfriend! Nadiera had no doubt that Liandrin was attempting to do her duty as a Red Sister and find that false Dragon in Tear. That was where she was trying to go now; as another Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah, it was her task to help Liandrin capture this man and gentle him before he could destroy the world with his madness.
Nadiera sighed in slight exasperation as she looked at the symbols. She'd be joining Liandrin as soon as she could figure out what exactly she was supposed to do. Liandrin had shown her the guiding symbols long ago, but she hadn't been too clear about what sort of flows Nadiera would need to channel. She had never used a Portal Stone before.
Nadiera drew a deep breath, and embraced saidar. Flows of Earth and Spirit swirled around Nadiera, and her consiousness merged with the Portal Stone. Suddenly, the agony of being trampled under a thousand feet besieged her. Every war mankind had ever fought flashed through her mind in an instant. She was born and killed and born and died and born dead and buried alive. Every one of her past lives swirled before her eyes, and though her wail of fear and rage went unheard to anyone but herself, it filled her world.
And, as suddenly as it began, it ended. Nadiera hit the stone ground, and a screeching sound field her ears. Nadiera looked up, and saw something large and with wheels careening toward her. Embracing saidar again, she tried to weave flows of Air to halt whatever it was coming at her. But, it was too late...