A/N: This happens near the end of 'The Dragon Reborn'

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By The Power…

by Shadow Crystal Mage

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Ba'alzamon glared at Rand. "Twice in this life I have offered you the chance to serve me living. Twice you have refused, and wounded me. Now you will serve the Lord of the Grave in death. Die, Lews Therin Kinslayer. Die, Rand al'Thor. It is time for you to die! Take your soul!"

Ba'alzamon put forth his hand as Rand pushed himself up, reaching desperately for Callandor, still glittering and flashing in midair. He did not know whether he could reach it, or touch it if he did, but he was sure it was his only chance.

Ba'alzamon's blow struck as he leapt, struck inside him, a ripping and crumpling, tearing something loose, trying to pull a part of him away. Rand screamed, and his hand convulsed around Callandor's hilt.

The tearing suddenly vanished as Rand felt power coursing through him, power beyond even the One Power itself.

A voice began to whisper in his mind. Speak the words…. it said. Speak the words, and my power is yours…

Rand opened his eyes, raising the sword in his hands above his head. "BY THE POWER OF GRAYSKULL!"

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