Post by Metzgermeister on Dec 4, 2005 13:39:01 GMT -5
Uriel straightened from his most recent kill: another unfortunate farmer. Though he had been only been running for a day, he had covered atleast a quarter of the distance to Tar Valon. He was now in the Black Hills, and it was night. Resuming the quick lope that had already brought him so far, Uriel took his mind of the distance and thought about what he was going to do once he arrived in Tar Valon. He had no idea why he was headed there, only that he must go. I should begin my search in the White Tower. Surely there is nothing for me in the city proper, he thought. He pondered on what was pulling him. More than likely it is some ter'angreal. If so, it truly would be in the Tower. But where? That is the question. Uriel's left temple vein pulsed with anger. I swore I would never be tied to the Aes Sedai, male or female, and yet something in their accursed city is forcing me to travel straight to them. Hmph. Atleast I won't get tired. He cackled, unable to stop himself. Only the hunger slows me down. Abrubtly, he could see a campfire ahead of him. Luckily for whoever camped there, he had already eaten and had no taste for slaughter tonight. The sleepers around the camp fire as their dreams turned dark as malevolent black eyes gazed into their souls. And then it was gone; Uriel had passed the camp. Accelerating, he figured he would be in Tar Valon in another three days. Uriel blanked his mind out and focused only on speed. The road was everything.