It seemed forever that she ran, the city looking overhead, a strange mist in front of it. As she ran with true Aiel hardness, she reflected on how today's events had gone by so quickly, and affected her so totally. 
   The mist cloud seemed to swell before her, and soon it was upon her and she ran through misty grayness. All was still, yet she thought she saw something moving through the mist, and heard human voices. Soon, the mist opened thinned out and opened up to reveal the city of Rhuidean. Not really a city at all, the place was deserted, and had been for the light alone knew how many years, but it was a place of legends. Buildings stood still along the silent streets, great stonework statues lined the center of it. 
  Where was she supposed to go? All she saw as she walked down the bare streets were emptiness and stillness. Where were the people she had sensed earlier? 
  And then, at the end of the street, she saw a door frame that made her forget the people.  It did not lead anywhere, but somehow, she knew that was where she must go. As she approached it, it seemed to her that it hummed and vibrated with some inner force. Perhaps an object of the power?
  "I am not afraid." She told herself. She would not be afraid of her future. She stepped through.
  Light flooded her vision, and then faded.  She was in a tent, facing a woman garbed as a Wise One. She had long silvery hair down to her waist, hair that still had a reddish tinge to it. That leathery face, wrinkled with age, seemed familiar.
  The tent flap pulled back to allow a slender young Maiden to enter, red gold hair cut short, as all Maidens of the Spear wore it. The Maiden wore a look of apprehension and defiance on her face as she sat before the Wise One. 
  "You have been summoned, Karalin." The Wise One said. Light, what was this, a bitter reminder of what she had just gone through? 
   "You are to begin your training as a Wise One." 
   "No! I don't want to be a Wise One, and I won't be! I am a Maiden of the Spear!" Karalin said defiantly almost an echo of what Morellihn had said.
   "You will be child, and there are no exceptions. You must do your duty to your sept and be a Wise One. You will give up your spear and every weapon you own and use the material to make peaceful things, for Wise Ones do not fight, they advise. You can wield the One Power, and I will teach you. You will burn your candi'sor, and you will never touch a spear again."
  "Noo I am a Maiden!" The Wise One took Karalin's spear and broke it to bits with the Power. "Take off your cadi'sor and burn it."
  The maiden wanted to protest, but the look the Wise One gave her, her sternness, her expectence to be obeyed, silenced her. Morellihn wanted to slap the Wise One.
  "It will be as you say, Morellihn." The Maiden said, bowing her head.
 "Nooo!" Morellihn exclaimed, but neither heard her. She seemed invisible. No, light, it could not be!!! That Wise One, was a the future image of herself, what she was destined to become! Morellihn wanted to howl. 
FLASH!
  She was floating on air, or so it seemed. The ground was far below her and they sky all around, but what she was standing on seemed firm. A loud bugle caught her attention. In the sky before her, she saw a great winged creature, with a head like the head of the creature tattooed on clan cheifs' arms. The creature was large, larger then ten tents put together! Riding on the creature's neck was the man from the battle, the pitiful wetlander who had been captured by the Shaido! What under the light...
  She saw another of the creatures, and on it, a redheaded woman, dressed in candi'sor. It was herself again, riding one of those creatures! She seemed to be enjoying it, head thrown back and laughing. The creature was a brown color, unlike the blue of the one the wetlander rode, and larger. Yet, it wasn't. She looked again and the creature was green, then again it was blue, then a bronzeish color, then gold, then white! It seemed to go through all these colors, but stayed on brown for the most time. 
  "Are you enjoying yourself Morellihn?" The wetlander asked.
  "Yes!" The Morellihn riding the creature replied. She was happy, and somehow that made the Morellihn that floated in midair happy too, though confused. She looked at the wetlander, who no longer seemed pitiful..and
FLASH!
She stood under the blaring sun in afternoon in full summer in the Aiel Waste. She saw a figure, bent over, sweating and moving slowly. The figure had deep red hair like Morellihn's own, and looked to he her age. As the bent figure grew closer, Morellihn saw that is was herself, clad in a brownish dress and using a spear as a staff. What was she doing out there?
  "I should never have run away." She heard the other herself mutter. Vultures circled overhead. Her other self tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, and did not bother to get up. The three-fold-land could be a cruel place for even an Aiel to venture out alone.
  Morellihn was horrified. Certainly this could not be herself sprawled on the ground and not getting up! It was not death that bothered her, the death that would surely come to the one on the ground, but that she had run away! Only those afraid ran away, and she was not afraid! She wasn't! Those who ran away from their fates deserved to die such a cowardly death, but surely Morellihn would not take such action! Yet she thought of the Wise One she had been shown earlier, and that made her want to run away. Light, she would not be afraid of her future! It was shaming to even think about! 
  Another figure appeared on the horizon. It was the horse-drawn wagon of a peddler. The wagon apporached the unmoving Morellihn and stopped. A short peddler got out to look at her. She sat up.
  "Water." She said. "Do you have water? I will give you anything for water."
  Light! Running away and reduced to begging a wetlander!!!!! 
  "Yes pretty, I have water, i'll trade you it for that spear." To Morellihn's horror, she saw herself willingly giving up the spear for a cup of water. She screamed, and the world around her shattered.

  Morellihn lay outside of the doorway in the city of Rhuidean, weeping. She was Aiel, to the heart, and she was not afraid! Yet as many times as she told herself this, the doorway had told her that she would be afraid, and she was afraid of that, and being afraid of that upset her just as much. Light, how could she be a Wise One knowing what she would turn out to be? Yet how could she be a coward and run away, knowing her life would end in shame? 
 What of the second vision? The wetlander man, and those creatures? The other two had been her possible futures, but she was not sure about the second, and how it could end up as her future. 
  Sighing, she got herself up. Unclothed as she was, she was surprised she hadn't already been sunburned to death. She would go back, face her fear and future, and that was that. She would tell the Wise Ones of her shame, and perhaps be whipped for it, and that could make it up. Nothing to do but go forward. But she wondered, as she journeyed out of Rhuidean, what about the wetlander man?

What about the wetlander man?