Reylenra Derelyn
I grew up in Caemlyn. My father was a wealthy
and influential lord. I had two older brothers
and a younger sister. Growing up we were
spoiled. Father was always bringing us home
gifts and we always had the best of everything.
Gregas, my eldest brother had a very short
temper. He often damaged things like furniture,
or injured servants when he wasn't getting
his own way. My father did nothing to stop
this and insisted that it was healthy for
a boy to "have a strong will."
As Gregas got older his fits of anger got
worse, and strange things started to happen
when he got mad. I began to leave the room
when he entered and avoid him as much as
I could. One evening, we were in the middle
of dinner when a conversation my father was
having with Gregas became very heated. Suddenly
a knife which had been used to carve our
dinner went flying across the room and stuck
firmly in the wall, inches from my fathers
head. Gregas left the room, slamming the
door behind him. A few days later the Aes
Sedai came and took him away. My father was
very ashamed, he moved us all to a family
property a few miles outside the city. He
pretended that Gregas still lived with us,
telling people that he was gone on hunting
trips whenever they asked about him. A few
years later Gregas returned home. He was
very thin and pale. He had no more temper
tantrums. All he did was mope about the house,
mumbling about Aes Sedai. He stopped eating,
and eventually he didn't even bother to get
out of bed anymore. Gregas had lost his will
to live. Within a few weeks he had died.
Father now hated all Aes Sedai. He vowed
to kill each and every one of them for what
they had done to his favorite son. He joined
the White Cloaks and left us to fend for
ourselves. I hated him for that, and refused
to speak to him on the occasions that he
did return.On one of these visits he tried
to force me to speak to him. I refused. Angered,
he slapped me. This made me furious, and
I lashed out, not with my arms or legs, but
with something else, which I later realized
was the one power. He fell, unconscious,
to the floor. Shocked, I fell to the floor
beside him. One of the servants, Bessie,
came in. She helped me to gather my things
together and flee before my father could
regain consciousness.I don't know how or
why but a few weeks later I found myself
in Al'Har Aman. I had no money and no place
to stay. I realized that the only place I
had to go was here. To the White Tower.