This is the sequel for "Nynaeve's Decision", but can be read on its own.


(Part Two is inspired by the song "I will find you", theme from THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS.)
Disclaimers:
I don't own the WoT universe, and I don't make profit on this story, so if there's anyone out there wanting to sue me -back off!

Summary: Four months after the Last Battle, Nynaeve is settled down in Two Rivers again, but fate doesn't seem to leave her alone. There are people who want revenge...

Rating: PG-13

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:: !WARNING! :: Several "bad" words has been mentioned.


I Will Find You

PROLOGUE -The Search Begins
by neela


Hope is your survival
a captive path I lead

The rain was beginning to fall down in the darkness of the alley. It smelled strongly of old urine, garbage and death. It was one of those alleys no man or woman would choose to go through, even if they were in great need of hiding or escaping. No one knew what resided inside there at night, nor in the broad daylight. Unbelieving as it was, the alley was covered in darkness all year round.

One single man, though, ignored all the stares that followed him as he entered the alley. He had business to attend to, and he needed to finish them quickly, before the Tower Guard caught him. His escape from Tar Valonfour months prior had him marked for death penalty, and around here he was known.But it did not matter. Two months he'd been on the search. Two months of following dead ends. Hopefully, this meeting he was attending to, would give some turn in his search at last. The piece of information he had received from a contact would hopefully get him somewhere. He just had to confirm it.

No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a long, long time

Cold wind rushed past him, bringing the stench of death to his nose, but he ignored it, drew his cloak closer, and walked on. For a moment he cursed himself for not bringing a torch, but he knew deep inside that it was wiser to approach in the cover of darkness, or else the person he was looking for would probably run away.

Sensing a sudden movement in front of him, he stopped. He unsheathed his sword silently, and like a wolf, moved sideways to a wall at his left. He was getting used to the darkness, and while his ears were straining to hear anything, his eyes surveyed the alley. There was someone there, that was for sure. Quietly, the man pressed himself against the wall, just as voices suddenly whispered left to him.

"Where did he go?" It was a man's voice. A young man. Probably not older than twenty-five, or so. His lips curled in a smile.

"Hush!" hissed another man. "He may be here still!"

No matter where you go
I will find you
In a place with thousand years

The man looked to his left, just as two shadows emerged right out of the wall. He had no time to ponder the thought of how they had suddenly appeared, as a torch was lit and he was forced to crouch down, sword in hand. Silence embraced the alley. No footsteps, no movements at all. The light from the torch shone off the wall, giving him a better view of the ground, and his opponents.

"Tell me again why we're looking for him? It's really dark out here. Maybe it was just a rat, Maul? Why don't we just –"

"Quiet, you bloody fool! Unless you want to join your four-legged, little bastards! I begin to wonder why Damien nicknamed you Rat –you hate those little bastards!" exclaimed the one called Maul, the oldest.

"I do not!" The two men began fighting, he could hear them hit each other, but none fell down on the ground. The man peeked up from his hiding spot, deciding that it had been enough hide-and-seek by now.

( Mohican)
Nagohema
Anatah
Anache mowagan

Slowly raising himself to full height, he drew up his sword, engaging on the two others. They were surprised to see him, but none managed to do much than defend themselves against his dangerous sword dance. Taking grip of the sword in one hand, he sent his fist flying towards the first target he found. With a whelp of pain did the youngest of them –Rat– fall down, clutching his face. The man then continued to fight Maul, who clearly took the opportunity while he hit Rat to change position and attack from the right. That showed to be a big mistake. Before Maul could lift his sword, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest. The man had been too quickly.

He cleaned and sheathed his sword, staring long at the man on the ground. Growing impatient, he suddenly grasped a handful of the other man's jacket, and heaved him from the ground.

"If you please," he said, and threw Rat in front of him, urging him to show the way in to the hideout. The little man quickly took off, whining at the aches in his back from the bouncing. They had not walked for mere a minute before Rat suddenly stopped in front of a wall, knocking at it lightly. Seconds later, a door disguised as a part of the wall opened, light streaming out at them, and Rat disappeared inside. The man followed suit.

No matter where you go
I will find you
In a place with thousand years

He entered something that looked very much like a tavern. The room was filled with several tables with additional chairs or benches, each one tabling everything from crook-nosed, skulk-looking fellows –or bandits as he liked to call them– to half-naked women with ruffled hair and mischievous grins as they studied his strong form. Most likely, they were already planning a scheme on who would make him warm their bed. The thought made him writhe in disgust, and he sent dangerous glares towards the women. Unconsciously with their grins dropping, the women took a step back.

Satisfied, he scanned the room for the one he was told to talk to. His eyes travelled over a large fire at the end of the room, a tavern girl standing behind a counter and pouring ale, and a staircase and doors leading out of the common room. Spotting Rat speaking with a one-eyed man, who looked up at him as the other gestured something –obviously something to do with the fight outside in the alley– he walked over, just as Rat left.

"I hear you're looking for someone," said the one-eyed man as-a-matter-of-fact, and took a large bite of the meat in his hand. "Well, you're come to the right man then! Damien, people call me." Damien flashed an almost-toothless grin. "So tell me, who's the unfortunate man?"

No matter where you go
I will find you
In a place with no frontiers

"Woman," he corrected quickly. Damien raised his eyebrows, and his cup hit the table so hard his ale splashed everywhere.

"A woman? Light be damned, has she stolen something from you? I say, the woman who would dare to do so doesn't care whether she's alive or dead." The man held up a hand to silence him, and Damien quieted.

Ana mo ya
Ana misa
Ana mo ya
Ana mo ya

"She has done worse," he started, his voice like stone. Damien leaned closer, attention suddenly drawn to this man at the other side of the table. "She killed someone close to me, more precisely, my wife and child."

"Well, I'm not surprised, actually, forgive me that. It's a common story that some women kill their rival to get the man, just like us men do for the sweetness of a woman." Damien grinned evilly as he motioned exactly what he meant with 'sweetness'. Anger was flaring up inside the man. He didn't like this man, and he knew that by the end of their conversation, he would pay.

Ana mo ya
Ana misa
Ana mo ya
Ana mo ya

"It was nothing like that. She just appeared one day, and killed them." Damien dropped his façade at once at the mention of such a brute action, and he was again interested in what he was telling him. "They could do nothing, the woman used the Power." He smiled inside as he saw how the other man paled at the mention of channeling. Damien drank the rest of the drink in his cup in one gulp and threw it away with such strength that it shattered against the wall. He cleared his throat.

"I'm not so familiar with channelers, but I will give it a try. What's her name?"

No matter where you go
I will find you
In a place with thousand years

He gave the one-eyed man a long look, considering if this was the right choice. Something deep inside him always reacted when he said her name, and he only had a vague memory of her from that day. It might as well not be the same woman he was after, but Selene had told him it was, and he trusted her experience.

He looked around the room to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation. If anyone did, they would taste the same blade as Damien was going to. His eyes went back to the one-eyed man, who was obviously very intent on knowing the name of this woman. Face stony, head empty for any emotion, he spoke with hatred in his voice.

"el'Nynaeve Mandrogoran, a Yellow sister of the Grey Tower."

No matter where you go
I will find you
In a place with no frontiers

If it was possible, Damien paled even more, and the room went completely silent.

No matter where you go
I will find you


Author's Note: So I'm finally back! Thanks to all of those who followed my last stories ("Nynaeve's Decision" and "Nynaeve's Decision: Rewritten") and reviewed them -this one is for you!

So what did you think? Up to your expectations? Review, and make chapter 1 come a lot faster than I intended to!