My sister is a fool, Pelane thought to herself as she continued her work with Saidar, the female half of the True Source. She is too trusting of the Seanchan, and that may yet prove to be Andor's doom.
The Aiel had asked for Queen Talana's support in their war with the Seanchan several times, and each time she refused to offer them aid despite their shared lineage, maintaining the illusion that the Seanchan would not attack Andor because of the Dragons Peace, an agreement that Rand Al'Thor, The Dragon Reborn, had organized between the nations on the eve of Tarmon'Gaidon, The ultimate battle between the Light and the Shadow, at which he gave his life in order to save the world from the Shadow's evil.
But, Pelane was not as trusting as her sister, and she was even now trying to discover deadlier ways in which to use the One Power in order to protect her sisters kingdom. usually, the most violent Weaves used Fire and Earth, which saidin, the male half of the True Source, was more suited to than saidar, although there are many thing that can be done with Spirit, Water, and Air as well.
At the moment, Pelane was attemting to create a weave using Spirit, Fire, and Earth, that would utterly destroy the victims mind as well as their body
"These Seanchan deserve no mercy," Pelane angrily muttered to herself. They captured any and all women who could Channel, which they tearmed marath'damane and snapped an a'dam onto their necks.
The fact that anyone would put a collar on someone just because they could weild the One Power was sickening, and what was even more sickening was that once collared, these women would be "tamed" and given a new name, then forced to be used in the Seanchan armies, fighting their countrymen, killing hundreds of them, and all the while broken in the worst way to the point that all they want to do is please their mistress, know as a sul'dam while the captured women are known as damane.
As allways, Pelane's weaves were so incredibly complex that even she had trouble keeping up with herself sometimes.
Once again, Pelane silently thanked her Great-Grandfather for the gifts she had inherited from him that allowed her to perpetually hold onto the One Power and create Weaves that were more elegant than any of those that were woven by one who did not have the blood of the Dragon in their veins.
While deep in her thought, Pelane failed to notice a mistake in her Weavings, a mistake that would most likely produce unknown effects that could prove disasterous, effects which might even kill Pelane, or worse, burn out her ability to channel when they are loosed.
Finally!, Pelane thought, The weave is finished! careless in her elation at finishing the weave and eagerness at the opportunity to test it, she loosed it at the prisoner shackled to the corner of the Palace's deepest dungeon.
Pelane felt no remorse at using this prisoner, mainly because it was a captured der'sul'dam, or a master sul'dam. as soon as the weave touched the prisoner, Pelane could feel the Pattern ripple as she finally realized that she had made a mistake somewhere, although she knew not where.
As the Pattern rippled down to the very last thread, something changed, as if reality itself had just been altered.
The last thing Pelane thought as she started to lose consciousness was "what if it was not reality that had been altered, but me?"
"Wh...where...where am I?" Pelane asked groggily of no one in particular as she started to sit up. She was somewhat surprised when she recieved a reply.
"Why, you're in Ponyville, of course!" a pink pony said enthusiastically. "Ponyville? I've never heard of such a place." Pelane responded to the pink pony without really paying attention. "Wait... did you just... talk?" Pelane asked as she started to come back to her senses.
"of course, silly filly! how else would i answer your question!?" the pink pony said as she gave Pelane a perplexed look. "By the way, you still havent introduced youself! My name is Pinkie Pie!" the pink...er...Pinkie said. Feeling a strange mix of curiosity and wariness, Pelane gave Pinkie her name.
"Pelane? what sort of name is that?" Pinkie asked. "well...its Andoran." Pelane answered as she tried to get up and failed miserably, landing flat on her face.
Pelane slowly got back to a sitting position and looked herself over to find that she too was a pony. "what the..." she started, remembering the previous night and her mistake. "whats an Andoran?" Pinkie asked, not drawing attention to Pelane's fall.
"Andoran as in from Andor, the country i'm from." Pelane answered, taking notice of Pinkie's obvious confusion. "Could you please tell me what Country we are currently in?" Pelane asked, trying to figure out where she was, for she could not tell more than the fact that she was on top of a hill with a small tree on it. "well thats a silly question! we're in Equestria, of course!" Pinkie answered.
"Pinkie... are there any other peo...ponies...around here?" Pelane asked cautiously. Pinkie Pie face-hooved. "I knew i was forgetting something!! i need to introduce you to the others! come on, follow me!" and with that Pinkie started bounding of ftowards a town that Pelane could just see in the distance. She took a quick look around and shrugged, clumsily starting after the seemingly inexhaustable pink pony.