When she arrived at the camp, she was greeted by the Wise Ones, and was surprised to learn that four days had gone by. She tried to tell the Wise Ones of what she had seen, and of her shame, but they would not hear it. 
  "What one sees is for one to know about only." They would say when she pressed them, claiming she needed to be whipped for the shame she had given herself. They would not hear of that either. She was given a brown dress, just as the her runaway self wore, and became their apprentice. She soon learned that this was nothing fun, her days were spent rushing about for chores, basically jumping whenever a Wise One said "frog". Obedience was important, for the Wise Ones believed in useless labor. Oftentimes Morellihn found herself digging a hole as deep as she was tall, then filling it back in again. 
  After a two days of this, she fell into despair. She could run away, and shame herself more, or she could do this the rest of her life until she had silvery hair and would do this to another Maiden. Oh, how she longed to run with the Maiden's again, to just hold a spear again.

  Then one day as she gathered water, she ran into the wetlander man, also at the creek. The Maidens seemed to enjoy taunting him. She would have too, a wetlander had no place in the Aiel lands, except for the vision in the doorframe. Today, he was by the water, groping around, attempting to find something while the Maidens laughed and hurried him on with blows.
  When they saw her, the handtalk began.
  See the wetlander squirm. He does not like water near so much as wetlander's ought. At least they still treated her as a Maiden.
  Don't let the Wise Ones catch you doing this to the prisoner. She replied, not in the mood for this today. She had never realized before how cruel Maidens could be. 
  "The Wise Ones want a word with the prisoner." She said aloud.   "I am to bring him to them." 
  "Why do you stick up for the wetlander?" One of the Maidens replied aloud. "Has your time without the spear made you grow soft as one? Or do you just do as the Wise Ones order. 
  Fuming, Morellihn bit back a retort on her tongue and with her hands. Instead, she used a little of the One Power that she had been taught, to lift the man with flows of Air. 
  "Come." She said. He came, leaving laughing Maidens behind. 
  "Thank you." The man replied. "Thank you. I knew you were it, the first I saw you!"
   Morellihn stopped dead. The second vision! 
   "What do you mean?" 
  "I am S'len." He replied. "You are Morellihn." He did not seem such a quivering wetlander anymore. "And you could be a dragonrider."
 Dragon. Like what the clan chiefs had on their arms. The winged creatures! Oh light, the second vision, the only one where she had felt happy, could come true!
 "How?" She demanded. "I have heard of no such creatures to really exist."
  "Oh, but they do. But not on this world. You see, I come from a place called Pern. It's far away from here, and I didn't even mean to come here. My dragon, Vrentseth and I were out looking for people like you, to come impress a dragon, that is, whenever the dragon hatches, it must have a person to bond with, and we were looking for possible people to do this. We went between, that's an ability dragons have to go from place to place, but got the coordinates wrong and landed here, among the Shaido. My dragon scared them off, but they captured me, and those women with the powers, the Wise Ones, did something to Vrentseth and captured him." Confusing as all of that was, with the impression and between , Morellihn understood in a rush of excitement. 
   "Where were the Shaido?" She asked.
   "I'm not sure. We found ourselves in the sort of mist that grew thick, with tall spires behind it." Morellihn froze. The people she had heard!
  "Come on!" She said. Rhuidean was only a few miles away, they could save this man's dragon!
  Again, she ran towards the scared city as she had done not long ago and discovered her destiny. Now, tugging the wetlander S'len from Pern along with her, she went again.
  It was dusk when they reached the mist of Rhuidean.
  "He's in there!" S'len exclaimed. Morellihn had scarce time to wonder how the rider knew this before S'len plunged into the mist, and she followed. Light, she wished she had a spear. She did have the One Power, and using to to create a small ball of light to see through the mist gave small comfort. 
  She listened for voices, but S'len seemed to know the way, perhaps it had something to do with the bond with his dragon. Though how they could find anything in this mist was beyond her. 
  Suddenly, she did see something, a glow up ahead. The Shaido? She rushed forward after S'len, putting out the ball of light so that they would not be seen.
  Her eyes fell upon a large blue shape, just visible in the fog. It was just as she had seen in the doorway. Also just visible, were a large number of fighting Shaido Aiel, and at least ten Wise Ones. The Wise Ones would not fight If two clans were at war, the Wise Ones of each would still get together to have tea like as not, but they could use the Power and would be able to sense her using it. 
   "They have him held somehow with air hard as rock, he says." S'len whispered.  So the dragonrider could talk to his dragon. They were using flows of Air. Squinting, Morellihn could just barely see the flows invisible to all but those able to use the Power. How to break them? She could shield one of the Wise Ones, cut her off from the power, but she was not strong enough in it to block all ten. Light, if only she had a spear! 
   "Sneak around to your dragon." She told him. "I will try what I can to free him." S'len nodded and disappeared into the fog. Now, she had to be careful, or the Wise Ones would sense what she was doing and throw a shield on her!
  She waited a few minutes, to be sure that S'len was close enough to his dragon, then embraced the One Power and began to work. She wove Fire and Air and Spirit together and threw them at the weaves holding the dragon down, splitting them. Every Wise One head jerked towards her, but it didn't matter.
  The dragon reared free and rose, such a massive and beautiful beast. Morellihn wove Fire and threw it at the Shaido. The Wise Ones all embraced the Power as well, she could see the glow around them that announced it, and began weaving the flows to shield her. 
   The blue dragon dove towards her, S'len clinging clumsily to his neck and reaching out towards her. She grabbed his hand and scrambled onto the dragon's neck behind him, just as she felt herself being cut off from the Power by the women below them. 
  "I am shielded from the power." She told him. He looked surprised that she could say it so calmly, but suddenly the air around her dissolved into blackness and cold. Oh, so cold, and so empty. She was not afraid, she had to often remind herself of this, but the emptiness and coldness was oppressing. She tried to ask S'len what it was, but no sound came out. 
  Just as suddenly they burst into color and life again, and the coldness vanished. Below them was a world of green grass and stone, strange, compared to the three-fold-land. 
   "What is that?" She asked. 
   "That is Taylor Cliff Weyr, where you will be standing as a candidate for the rather large amount of eggs that are going to hatch soon. It's a special clutch."
   Morellihn looked down at this Taylor Cliff Weyr in wonder. She had changed so much in the past few days, from being a Maiden, to a Wise One's apprentice, to a candidate. Now, she defanently was not afraid of her future, she couldn't wait for it to begin.