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.