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Wheel of Time, chapter 1 of more, 4143 words

Siuan wakes with her cheek pressed against familiar cold stone, her body sprawled in a way that should leave her back aching, but her only sensation is awareness. Cold stone against her cheek, against her bare arms. Cold air. Cold silence surrounding her. It is her, twenty-two empty seats, and that cloying silence. She knows where she is. She can guess why she is here. She can’t bear to think about it, not yet.

After her death, a Dreamer wakes in Tel'aran'rhiod.

Or, a post-finale fix-it that follows the path laid out by the books, except where it won't.

Eventual Siuan/Moiraine, I promise.

The Wheel... does not care if you are young or afraid, petty or weak. It certainly doesn’t care what you want. The Wheel calls you to this. Whether you can bear it or not. The Last Battle is coming. What any of us wants now is... meaningless. The only thing that matters... is what you do.